Just getting back?

So my last entry was January and it is now May. Hmmmmm, must not have been too bored for the last few months. Lets look back and fill in the blanks.

Business has been quite a struggle and the economy has pretty well been the worst I have seen in my lifetime.

 My sanity has come into question several times and I'm not even sure what that means or particularly care. I mean, what is sanity anyway. Somebody determines what normal is and any deviation from that puts you in some negatively percieved catagory. Whatever. I'm happy enough. I follow the rules and play along with "normal". Where I go inside my mind is my business, as long as it stays inside, right? No need for an answer here, really, it is rehtorical.


Spring has arrived in my home state and with it the rains that wash away the blues of winter. I watch them fade away and turn green. The flowers are once again appearing and I find myself braking more for those little critters and varmits that haven't learned the roadways are where they go to die. I see an abundance of them swelling up from the new warmer temperatures, taking their long dirt naps on the roadsides. Oh the joys of Spring.

I took a short vacation South this year, at the end of winter. Mixed bag of emotions in that trip.

Saw my Mother who in the wisdom of her golden years moved on to a warmer climate. Miss her dearly, and am somewhat jealous. Gives me new things to worry about with her so far away, but also an excuse to visit more than I should.

Had a long overdue visit with a stepsister whom I had lost touch with, while down south. Wish I had taken time to know her better before this. Turns out she is fighting a very tough battle with cancer. I pray for her and her family. It really affects them all.

I'm still reflecting on this whole life and death thing.Would I want to know if I could how long I have to  live? What would I do about it if I did know? Why don't we just behave everyday like we are dying, because in reality, we are. We just don't know when, or how.

I guess that sums it up. I worked, I traveled, I struggled to understand. I guess stepping away for a few months and looking back, wasn't so hard. I suppose I could write novels about it if I hyper focused on the details, but I'm not really that kinda gal. It is what it is. My new favorite saying. It just says it all.