I got my dad to take this picture on Father’s Day 2013 as a joke.
Dominic had a habit of being out of town for both his birthday and Father’s Day most years and he was studying abroad that summer.
It was meant to poke fun at him being absent yet again for a family gathering. It was meant to be funny.
It’s not funny anymore. ❤
Dominic had a habit of managing to travel on his birthday and often into the summer months.
He’d jump at every opportunity to go here, there and everywhere.
He had the heart of an adventurer and life on our little farm in the middle of rural Alabama didn’t often offer the excitement his heart craved.
Read the rest here: Not Funny Anymore
You’d think that after having the most unexpected and awful and out-of-control thing happen to me, I’d stop looking for patterns or certainty in life.
But, being human, and a former control freak, I just can’t quit.
So I still use a calendar, still try to make plans, still depend on others to keep their word and adhere to (a semblance) of schedule.
Remember this post: Salt In The Wound?
Well I flew to California-neither a simple nor cheap undertaking-to handle this business. In a one hour meeting, one party to the process declared a “personal conflict” and the whole thing is now moved to the end of July.
Wow! Yep. Couldn’t send an email a couple days ahead and save me a trip, could you?
So here I am, laughing because If You Don’t Laugh, You’ll Cry
And working to make lemonade out of these lemons life keeps tossing my way.
Here’s my list so far:
- The weather was great. It amounted to an extended spring season for me since it’s already in the
high 80’s and low 90’s in Alabama.
- Sidewalks everywhere. I could walk to the store, the library, the park. I managed a walk every day for a week.
- Time to write. There is still a mile-long “to do” list around the farm but since I wasn’t there, I could ignore it and spend more time writing. Those walks help clear my mind and focus my thoughts.
- A couple quick day trips to fun spots with my husband. One of the things we’ve tried to do since he’s been out here is use my visits to explore California. This time we went to San Juan Capistrano and learned more about the mission system that was instrumental in settling the state. We also visited the Getty Museum. Both places had beautiful buildings and gardens, as you can see in the pictures at the end of this post.
- A renewed sense of gratitude for southern culture and graciousness. I’m sorry if I offend any left coast readers but as a group (NOT individuals) these are just not my people. I smile, nod and speak when I meet someone on the street or in a grocery store aisle. With few exceptions, people out there just don’t do that. I feel torn between being (what I consider) rude and respecting their customs. I missed my redneck brothers and sisters 🙂
- Some much needed rest and sleep. Once my body adjusted to the time change, I slept longer out there than I have most nights for years. Maybe it’s the walking or cooler temps or just the lack of morning cues from home, but I was able to get a good 7 or 8 hours every night.
I’ve always tended to be a “glass half full” kind of gal, but since Dom left us, it can be harder to find the bright side of hard situations.
I’m working at it.
Making this list will help my heart refuse despair when I have to board that plane again in just two short months.
(I hope ❤ )
San Juan Capistrano Bell Tower