Oh my goodness peeps. What do to? What I should be doing is homework, remember in all of this I am trying to work on completing my MPA.
What I WANT to do, and it shouts in my head just like that, is go to this:
Handmade Revolution on Saturday. Or this: vintage fashion show under the Allyn Scura site look on "shows" for show information this weekend and for half price voucher. More handmade goodness, vintage frames and possibility a dress for Michele's wedding.
Now Susan Branch will be having a big sale on February 20. I can't attend but may be someone out in bloggyland can and will send pictures to me... Sharon Lovejoy is going to be there. She used to have the most charming shop in Cambria, near Hearst Castle. Joe visited there with us years ago. Sharon Lovejoy also wrote a column in Country Living magazine. See Susan Branch's website for more information. It is NOT fair.
Speaking of fair what about the Long Beach Farmer's Market this weekend.
I would travel any where for you. For transparency sake, I want to say that I did map it out on Google maps to see if I could do both in one day but it is a 9 hour round trip from Turlock to Arroyo Grande. If I weren't acting as the preacher that day I would attempt the trip and savor success. (Lee is rolling his eyes..and saying, "You are driving.") You know I would. My mother used to say that she knew I could do anything if I put my mind to it. She knew me well.
Life is good. God is good. I miss my mother so much. I'll be honest even in all the JOY. And I mean JOY. I am thankful in all things everyday. In it all, I feel and welcome the waves of grief. My parents were married during the week of carnival...Fat Tuesday is fast approaching. Everything reminds me of what is missing. Lent is my favorite church season. A time to reflect, to sacrifice and to give praise. That sounds like sadness but it isn't. Grief is what we feel because we were blessed to love so deeply. Sadness is disappointment, shallow, more in than out.
Say it with me. This is life. Life is good. God is good.