There are two screws loose on the lawn mower and is that some sort of metaphor for my life?

Stuff gets almost done. Right?

I’ve got five tabs open on my computer, various virtual carts waiting for me to push “order” but I’m waiting on some small detail in every tab before I can finalize the order.  (And lest you think I am an online shopaholic, these five tabs are all school supplies and curriculum that of course cannot be purchased at one convenient site.)

I’ve got four boxes packed and the grass is high and my car decided that yesterday was a good day to not start.

Some days the rain comes down in sheets and you better find something funny or your hair might begin to fall out from stress – or is it from that new shampoo you’ve been trying?

It’s hard to tell.

I’ve donated at least three back-of-my-Yukon-full loads of miscellaneous items to the local thrift store.  I’ve got at least two loads more to donate to a friend having a yard sale to raise money for an upcoming trip to Ethiopia.  And that’s the beginning – I’m sure.

(Also – the Yukon declared this to be a good summer for the back door to stop working correctly.  It won’t open.  Which makes it, you know, pretty hard to move large items or to get groceries in or out.  And I should go get that repaired but it’s my only car and it seems pretty much every single day someone somewhere needs me to drive them someplace.  And in other interesting Yukon news, instead of cool air coming out from the rear vents, it’s impossibly hot air.  Which is an unwelcome presence on humid days in the South.)

One sofa is being sold to a new home today and the kids keep asking me, “What are we going to sit on in the living room?” and it’s a valid question because my thoughts are now on to the next house, not this one, so I guess we’ll pull out camp chairs and sit down on those and I don’t even care.  (Coming for dinner soon?  Bring your own chair.)

I’ve sold one set of bunk beds and it’s a little bittersweet because those beds have slept an awful lot of darling Keigley kids but they’re going off to a family with a passel of fantastic tiny people so I love that the bunk beds get to live on to embrace more chaos and climbing.

And in the middle of all the thoughts about moving it’s also just about time to fire up another school year and it is most definitely time to plan another school year.  Because I have TWO high school students and one of them turns 15 next week and I cannot even believe that is a real true statement but it is and there’s nothing any of us can do to stop this process.

I also turn an age next week and for some reason, it feels like a big one.  It’s 45.  I’ve never understood the desire to keep one’s age a secret.  I’m grateful and ecstatic that I’ve made it to 45.  It’s just a number that I don’t entirely associate with me, you know?

It’s summer and it’s July and it’s sticky hot outside and life is shifting and tilting but I’m alright and this ride isn’t so bad.  My stomach hurts just a little but soon enough I’ll be on solid ground and I’ll lay my head to rest on a queen sized bed (because I’m bidding a fond farewell to the king sized bed) and my feet will rise and shine onto a floor that I own in house I can call my own and I guess that pay off is worth the the twists and turns of this month.

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