At just about two months in, 2013 is proving to be a shaking-things-up
kind of year. Last year was a mix of the frankly sucky and the
incredibly lucky - and if we hadn't experienced the latter, the former
would have surely taken us under. Through time and attention the sucky
part is nearly completely resolved (that is not my story to tell,
otherwise I would be spilling all over these bytes and bits). The luck?
Well, it never lasts forever, does it, so I'm resolved to enjoy while
it sticks around.
I have a new role at work that is presenting a much-welcomed
intellectual challenge. I have edged out of my comfort zone in a way
that is exhilarating and exasperating in equal measures. At the same
time, I'm working aggressively on several entrepreneurial efforts about
which I hope soon to be able to speak freely. This is good! Busy, but
very, very good. And exciting.
Kid-wise we're back in a bit of an in-between so calm prevails
there, too. Basketball is winding down, riding has not yet wound up to
its full non-winter activity level (did you know that riding is a
year-round sport? I didn't!), my son is returning to full activity
slowly (see also: not my story, above) by managing one of the middle
school baseball teams and joining his sister in golf lessons. So, you
know, the usual but with more dinner-time breathing room. Grades are
good, friends have been made, and the quibbles we have with their
schools are minor.

Here in the new house, we're pretty much unpacked and set up. We'd
love to put in an addition and update the kitchen a bit, but if that
doesn't happen it's all good. There are minimal boxes left to manage
(and those that remain unpacked just might get deposited at the
preschool rummage sale on the grounds that I clearly don't need
whatever is in them) and only one or two pieces of furniture that would
make everything just right. Oh! And my favorite decorative piece -
displayed after seeing so many similar examples in this
season's shelter mags -
was sourced out of my parents' basement. Vintage 70s style for zero
dollars! I wonder what else my mom has down there? She's a
one-woman episode of
Storage Wars, but with the added attraction of being generous with what she has and nearly always willing to hand off to her daughters.
So that's the update, more or less. Wait! No, I almost forgot to
talk about the whole race thing. Yes, I ran a race. A short one, only
5k and pretty slowly at that, but still. While I'm pretty sure I'll
leave the real athletic accomplishments to my sister, who recently
completed her first
half marathon,
I kind of like this whole being active thing. There's also been talk
around the homestead of buying kayaks and taking up tennis. Those of
you who have been around a while can attest that this is Not Like Me. In
a good way, I think.
Now that's really it. I'm thinking I might be around a bit this time. Stick with me?