losing sleep over our trip to Yosemite. I've read so many guide books, blogs, and websites! I want it to be perfect, but I've thought about it so much it is literally entering my dreams. I'm ready to just go!
running in new shoes. I didn't realize how worn out my old ones were until I put my new ones on. Oh my! Like running on clouds! (Plus: no blisters!)
worrying about Jake. Being the mom to teenagers is never easy, but right now I feel like I'm losing him. Like he's just drifting away and I can't quite grasp him anymore. Plus, since I had this dream, I have at least one bad dream about him a week. Nothing bad has happened, but it feels ominous, and I just don't know what to do.
struggling to let go of some anger. Something happened recently involving poor communication that influenced several people (one of them Jake!) and I'm just so mad about it. I usually can let go of things but this is lingering.
reading not a whole lot. I'm sort of in a reading slump. I'm trying to just be patient with it.
looking forward to fall. Not because I'm ready to send my kids back to school (I'm not, really). But because I feel like I'm finally ready to buckle down and do some real work once they're back in class.
nibbling from a bag of chocolate coconut almonds. The package was left in the car and turned into a ridiculous mess and then I had the brilliant idea of cooling it in the fridge and chopping it up. Plus, it's pretty!
adjusting to some changes at work. My boss changed jobs and it started a ripple of other people swapping positions. It doesn't feel exactly the same, and I'm hoping friendship can survive one of us becoming the other's boss.
thinking I will get tickets to the Ogden Temple open house. (Read about it HERE.) I took my kids to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house back in 2009 and it was one of my favorite days! (Here's a picture, just for fun...look how little they all are!)
thinking (still) about a speech I listened to on Friday, about poetry, by Paul Janeczko, at the Books for Young Readers conference. "We need to read and write poetry so our hearts don't die." I haven't been writing much poetry lately...maybe my heart is withering.
loving each of my kids for so many reasons. I have good kids and I am blessed. Here's a picture of one of them, just because he's cute (they're all cute) and will still let me take his picture (the rest of them won't, generally, without complaining or having to drive long distances):
anticipating this. Margaret Atwood. IN UTAH! I am totally going. Maybe this time I will be brave enough to get a picture with her.
wanting to write about my solo hiking adventure...the "when I'm old like you" comment...Ragnar...some Italy moments (these are, I confess, already written but now they feel like old news since I went so long ago!)...my top-ten list of 80s song remakes...my sewing projects.
peeling. I am learning about hiking with hiking poles. (Seriously: best hiking thing ever.) I learned the hard way, though, when we hiked Timp: your arms get way more sun when you're hiking with poles. My arms got fried. And now, they are peeling. I didn't notice until I was at that book conference on Friday, and was absently scratching my arm, and then I finally thought wait a second, why is my arm so itchy? And then I looked down and realized I'd left a little pile of dead skin flakes on the leg of the lady sitting next to me. Awkward...
What's happening in your world?