Pull up a chair.
On my porch.
I've got a great bottle of wine for the two of us, so we can sip…and sip some more…and shoot the breeze.
Catch up on things…this crazy life, that we're both living.
If you were here, sitting on my porch, sipping some wine…we'd talk about running. Because, really, if you read here at all, you know how all-consuming it's become in my life.
And I'd tell you that it's a GOOD thing, this running…not that I'M any good at it - not at all - but I'm still learning, and I'm still pushing, and I'm still determined to get better at it - even if it kills me.
It had better not.
I'd tell you how much fun it's become, this setting of goals…this striving to meet and beat some challenges…just to see if I can.
I like those words: "I can."
So much better than the alternative, "I can't."
Because who wants to live life, saying, "I can't"?????
If you were here, sitting on my porch, sipping some wine…I'd tell you about the fabulous plans we have coming up this summer…
…including a two-week trip to Europe, where we'll be visiting some seven countries, including one I've hardly ever heard of (Liechtenstein, anyone??!!), and some that have been on my Bucket List foooooorrrrrreeeeevvvvvveeeeerrrrr.
And I'm hoping for some FABULOUS adventures which I can write about in my own unique way, which will have you, my Dear Reader, feeling as if you'd traveled right along beside me.
London. Paris. Venice. Vienna. Switzerland. Germany. Liechtenstein.
What does one do in Liechtenstein?
Please tell me if you have any suggestions, because really, I'm at a loss.
I think I just like saying that word…"Liechtenstein"...it rolls off the tongue, it does…especially after a few (few??!!) sips of wine.
If you were here, sitting on my porch, sipping a bit more wine…I'd tell you how I still struggle dealing with the death of my father. Oh, I realize it's been over seven months now…but there are some days when the grief and the pain and the tears are as fresh as that day in October, when I got the phone call that changed my life forever. Something so innocuous as a smell, or a song on the radio, can trigger a flood of emotions that almost cripple me sometimes.
This year of "firsts" sucks…the first Christmas without my dad, the first birthday without my Dad, etc, etc…even going to the first Royals game this season sucked, because it reminded me that the last day I had with my Dad before he passed away was at a Royals game.
Death sucks, right?
I know you'd agree with me, if you were here, sipping wine….
If you were here, sitting on my porch, sipping some wine…I'd tell you how awesome my gluten-free diet has been going.
You'd probably laugh, and then roll your eyes, but I'm totally serious.
It didn't always go so well, after getting the diagnosis almost two years ago of Celiac…I can't tell you how many times I accidentally poisoned myself with wheat, and how debilitating those times were. Nowadays, I can go weeks - if not months - since my last "poisoning" - and that's a good thing, trust me.
I'd kill, though, for a donut. I can't believe it's been almost TWO FREAKIN' YEARS since I've had a donut.
If I knew I had only one more day to live…I'd seriously stuff my face with a dozen of those beauties…gluten be damned.
If you were here, sitting on my porch, sipping some wine…(or perhaps by this point, we'd be guzzling the wine, and really, would that be a bad thing? I think not.)…I'd tell you how crazy-busy our family has been…what with baseball games, and symphony tickets, and end-of-school-year activities, like Academic and Music award nights, etc, etc.
I've learned, more so than ever, that life is short, and by golly, I'm going to cram as much living in to every. single. damn. day. that I can.
Cuz you just never know.