And now it's back to what counts as "normal". I arrived home from a week in Florida where I went to a zoo, got into gulf coast waters for the first time in my life, and hid in my dad's air conditioning.
And now it's back to the grind. I anticipate that I'll have some clean up to do on my first day back to work, in addition to the typical workload, and here at home, I have a lawn to mow, some boxes to finish unpacking from the move, dishes and laundry to wash, and cat hair to vacuum. I turn 37 on Wednesday. Chicken in in the fridge to be prepared for dinner tomorrow night.
In short, back to "normal". Except not really. I have a feeling. Maybe it's a subconscious thing about my birthday. Maybe it's a wish to be closer to my family. I just don't know. I feel like I'm flipping along through a "Choose Your Own Adventure" book.
The weekend after next, I have a trip to Maryland for my nephew's baptism, which I am looking forward to greatly. Not only for the event itself, as a new soul enters my faith, but for the chance to see (most of) my family. We don't get together as often as we should, and I hate to think that the next event that brings us together might be a death in the family, as it turned out to be a few years ago when mom passed (words cannot describe how much miss that lady).
Efforts have been made, but there always seems to be a snag. I know that I bear part responsibility for that, and I have pretty well promised myself that I am going to restructure my priorities, and make sure that I am not a part of one of those "we all have out separate lives" kind of families. We do have separate lives, but dammit, siblings are always siblings. Marriages and kids don't change that, they only add to it. Letting distance build up between my sibs and I is something that I can really say I hate.
I don't know. It seems that I came back from Florida more pensive than usual. I almost feel like I have a big choice to make soon, and I have no idea how to deal with it, let alone know what the choice might be.
"May you live in interesting times". Boy, the Chinese really knew how to make an innocuous sentence into a curse. While I ponder all that, I get a fortune cookie tonight that reads "Soon, life will become more interesting".
I'm not one to put anything into a mass-produced slip of paper in a cookie. But I have had a feeling that something is going to happen soon. It's a feeling that started around about Wednesday while I was on vacation. I almost feel like I am about to turn to page 15 if I choose to go left, or 34 if I choose right.
So, Universe, what's up? What are you trying to tell me? And why do I think it could be absolutely fantastic, but only if I make a critical choice, without the ability to back-track because I didn't take my finger off the last page?
