Gearing up!

There is a lot going on right now.

The baby graduated from college last weekend. I don't remember allowing him to get that old.

My mama's birthday is today - and it's a big one! There has been a lot going on with her lately... just a little reminder to let her know how much I love her - birthday or not. Looking forward to seeing her again soon to celebrate her birthday (since last weekend was overshadowed by graduation fun).

My bachelorette party is in a week and a half. I really cannot wait to spend some time with some of my favorite girls for fun in the sun!

Which means that as of tomorrow, I am a month a way from being Mrs. Neufeld. Maybe I should be practicing my new signature or something.

And in the midst of all of it, there are changes going on at work too! My to-do list is becoming massive, but with everything else going on, how can I possibly be expected to work??

It is an exciting time, and my head is reeling, but I'm ready. I just have to get myself settled into some sort of schedule to make sure everything is taken care of with the attention it deserves. It is a little exhausting, and hard not to push little things to the side with a dismissive "I'll take care of this later". Later always comes too soon. And those little things start to manifest themselves into a big long list. Organize yourself, Maureen! Come on, you can do it!

Dancing Towels

Growing up, there were a few things I could always count on for family gatherings around any holiday at my grandmother's house.

#1 - There would either be some kind of "Sing Along with Mitch" album playing on repeat, or something like the Boston Pops that would inspire a well choreographed dance party or foxtrot, jitterbug, and polka moves. Mostly just involving the girls. And, involuntarily, any unlucky man that was careless enough the try to walk through the red-carpeted living room.

#2 - The dish full of broccoli would begin cooking at the same time as the turkey.

#3 - At some point just before every meal, usually while the dining room was full of the hustle and bustle of setting the table and propping up the card table for food, the smoke detector would go off. Without fail - breakfast, dinner, didn't matter. And because of this, everyone seemed to know where the nearest dish towel was at all times.

I had this dream last night that was all about those dish towels, watching as they performed a spirited dance as they were waved in the air near the ever-present smoke detector outside the kitchen door in my Grandmother's house. Flashes of color appearing and disappearing in mismatched rhythms.

Sort of an odd thing to dream about. And I'm not sure what it meant. But it made me happy.