I recently posted this status update on my probably-way-too-blunt-and-public Facebook profile this week: “When it rains it doesn’t just pour – it is a monsoon.” I’m rather sure about half of the people who had some sort of contact with me about it thought I meant a LITERAL rain storm. Thankfully, we haven’t had any of those this past week but I suspect I’ll want one soon as I’m told we’re entering “fire season” … which is also apparently “tornado season” and “alligator mating season” along with what I suspect is “mud season” since so far Florida is like a year of spending a hot, humid, buggy summer in the flatter parts of Maine in tourist season (but with palm trees).
(A moment to apologize to my various English teachers and professors who are reading this and cringing at my run-on and rambling sentences and digressions. Also a big thanks to the ones who taught me such things as “It is necessary to master the art of bullsh*ting.” and “Satire only needs a lot of swearing and sex when the writer is not being too creative” – you know who you two are! )
Back to my aforementioned status update, as per usual chaos abounds in my family and friend dynamic. Actually, I have been living in such a chaotic bubble for so long I feel I barely even know the extent at which my friends and family are probably living in similar chaos as we’ve all scattered ourselves about this country and various others. I’m trying some aromatherapy incense I’ve had for a few years, but all it is doing is making my sinuses dry up (which, hey, that’s good!) instead of making me want to say “om” do some yoga.
I am horrified to say I think I have lost count in the amount of people my family and family friends have lost since the end of December. Our close circle alone had at least six or seven, starting with cousins and one of my uncles. Health issues have been rearing there ugly head for all of us and our children/pets, and it seems to be never-ending. Trying to take it in stride gets harder and harder when so much is going on and you have no outlets to breathe.
At least now that most of our population has begun to funnel itself out (this isn’t too big of a “spring break” hot spot where we are) and Zoe has calmed herself down a lot so our walks are becoming much more enjoyable. Thought of her keeps me going with one project I will not let another deadline slip through my fingers in 2014, and that is getting the “Zoe is Life” wrapping paper ready to sell for next major holiday season. I unpacked the box which had the original drawings and just need to edit them to send to the printer. I was going to use a place up in the Carolinas, but there are a few local places that apparently do wrapping paper I would love to check out first.
Speaking of places to check out, when I was showing my future Sister-in-Law Samantha around 3rd Street South in Old Naples last week we finally made it into that store Alan and I always wanted to check out… Vintage Charm! I love the place, loved the lady I met there and loved everything about it. I am having a blonde-under-stress-moment and am blanking on her name but I had gotten sick that day we met and I was unable to come back to the store when I thought I would! If this somehow finds its way to her, my sincerest apologies and I am still dreaming of that wedding dress so I think I’ll have to figure out a time in all this chaos I can come back in before it is gone! That is definitely going to be a major source of wedding things for us down here and I can’t wait!
Yes, that does mean we have finally settled on a date now that (hopefully) everyone’s need for major surgeries one right after another have died down. We’re paying down medical, educational, car, and moving bills while trying to save for our new home, so our original plan for a Columbus Day Weekend on Vanderbilt Beach Wedding at our favorite spot there probably is not going to be a reality after all… but considering we have officially chosen π Day (3.14.15), confirmed with a handshake and a high-five, to celebrate this special day you know this is going to be an adventure waiting to happen!
Now, coolness of π day aside… should we be worried about the whole “Ides of March” thing affecting the honeymoon or no? Avoid Rome, maybe?