Yesterday, I cried.

I watched a show remembering that day all those years ago. It was about some of the survivors and the heroes and the horrors and the love.
I remembered that moment of disbelief as I stared wide-eyed at the TV screen.
I talked to my son about it and about the world, the good that exists in people and a bit about the bad. As the last story flashed across the screen and I sobbed at what they said, he hugged me. Then he hugged me again.
Because that's what we need to remember.

Changing pace.

I need a change of pace. Here I am, right now, on September 6 wondering where it all went. The long lazy days of summer raced away. I shake my head at the oxymoronic thought of "lazy" and "raced" together but it's my truth.
Moments thread themselves together until one fluid wave ebbed and flowed greatness while caught in the midst of the hurricane we called our summer. Then this song version found its way to me. The radio version blared out of many speakers earning its place on the soundtrack of summer and along comes this acoustic cover.
A perfect change of pace.

Cut footloose.

Here's what I've recently become consumed with. I can't believe it took me so long to watch this movie. Have you seen it? What about the old vs. new comparison? I need to scout out the original and see how it compares as I've not see that one either.
Cheers on Tuesday! Everybody cut footloose.

Missions: August

Let's get back on track. By the end of this month I plan to have something to say about each of these:

• Organize one area
• Purge clothes
• Play with my kidlets
• Get back in the habit of using my camera
• Prepare for school
• Sit ups sound doable
• Find my 10lbs weights
• Budget
• Mend my knee

Hello August.

What a wonderful month. For me, August is always transitional. It's the peak of summer time. It means vacations and long lazy days. It means September is peeking in the windows and kissing the evening heat of summer just enough to reminder fall is close. New day planners are scattered about and that is always a cue for me to think ahead. School supply sales have already started here and, yes, I've picked up a few new notebooks for the coming year. It's a big one. But that's not for a month yet.
This month, I'm going to absorb every ounce of summer that I can.

July snapshot.

As many are getting ready to take an August Break, I'm getting myself back on track.
Here's a bit about July and what's been going in on my world. July long weekend is our kick off for summer fun and, my word, we've been living it up.

• We started with a road trip including Canada Day celebrations with fireworks.
• There was a miraculous find by my son who spotted and saved a baby bird - that's a post all on its own.
• I've been hauling hard at the books in dark hours of night to wrap up my current course.
• I've been helping with wedding planning - more on that next month.
• I braved a family photo shoot for an acquaintance, something simple and sweet
• A mini kitchen renovation if that's even possible to say together
• I read a book for pleasure! The Night Circus proved to be so much more than anything I could have asked for. I'm still captivated by the story.

What does your July snapshot look like?

On my mind.

It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine...it's summertime!
~Kenny Chesney, Summertime
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
~William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.
~Kellie Elmore

On my mind

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal.
~Henry Ford
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.
~Aristotle
The greatest inspiration is often born of desperation.
~Comer Cotrell

On my mind.

You are remembered for the rules you break.
~Douglas MacArthur
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
~Chuck Palahniuk
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A beautiful day.

The last many days have been grey and gloomy. Humidity, rain and some hail washed away the weekend. An incredible prairie storm rolled through late Saturday evening lighting the sky with electric white and rolling echoes of thunder such that my little one declared it "Black Thunder". I was buried deep in my studies feeling just a little less guilty thanks to the gloom.

As a break from the books, I concocted a story about a murder plot because of a moth that had invaded my bedroom. It's a story for another day but suffice it to say that I have a very real and very irrational fear of moths.

As we stepped out the door this morning the sun was on his way up shining bright in the clear blue sky. The moment my kidlet saw the dry pavement and the bright sunshine, she declared today a beautiful day. I hope both my kidlets carry the talent of finding the beauty in every day with them always.