Work in Progress

Harding Park Ferndale Movie in the Park

It’s always hard to write when not much has changed. Events occur, the future is slightly altered, faces and streets swim in and out of my mind’s eye, only chance dictates which things will be remembered in two, five, ten years.

It’s always surprising to consider what I do and do not remember, when looking back over the years.

This last couple of weeks we rode bikes with my new bike (thanks Dad!) and trailer for the kids, saw a movie in the park, lost my keys at said park (found them in a hidden pocket in my bag after searching in the dark with Eddie after picking him up from work at Kroger), put a new picture display on the wall, planned the boys’ August birthday party, drove Eddie back and forth to an SAT prep course at Sylvan, drove Rosie back and forth to meet Dave with Sarnia, fought with Nick about a million times, made up with Nick just over a million times, read Dragons Love Tacos with June until she shouted ‘TACOS!’ all the way to bed and then blew me kisses, bought Ari ice cream and a trip to McDonald’s to play because it was rainy and his friend Maxwell canceled a play date and he was crushed, gave the cats flea treatments, managed to not run off to my dad’s to swim at the lake because I have too much to do, billed Amy for $60 or so for two weeks worth of not-enough work, went to Sully’s birthday party up the street with the kids, went grocery shopping at Meijer, listened to a very impactful news story on an immigrant woman trying to reconnect with her young son after being separated at the border for a month, watered my plants every day, mowed the lawn, bought new porch lights…  Every day is busy from the moment someone pesters me (long before I open my eyes) until the moment I lay down at night. I think I need it to be more meaningful.  More purposeful.

It’s not a new thought.  It’s just constant.

My doctor told me a few days ago that his advice was that I ‘enjoy my life.’  I told him bluntly that I enjoy it too much, and that was the problem.  But he seemed to think I was ok.

I’ll post final pics of that wall when its done.  But here is the painting of the frames:

Work in Progress

Work in Progress