Learning about unconditional love and acceptance
Growl at it, snarl at it.
Scare it off; let it know who’s in charge.
That was what I felt I needed to do when I first saw the raccoon.
But what exactly was it doing inside anyway?
And where exactly was I?
It didn’t seem to matter which room I went into, the raccoon found it.
So I growled and snarled.
We faced each other, I wasn’t backing down.
I growled again, louder.
Loud enough that I could feel it.
Loud enough to wake myself up.
And Craig.
Darn you sleep bandit.
I having an adjustment.
But, not the kind you get from a chiropractor.
My vocabulary is having a definition adjustment.
I was thinking that when I caught myself referring to “back home”.
Home.
Realized that over the last 29 years, the word home had become associated, not with the place where I had been born and raised, but where we’ve planted roots and grew.
I’ve always known that, I’m just being reminded again. Over 19 years at one place has had its grip in the head.
Home has had at least six different addresses.
Now it will have one more.
We just have to find it.
Found a submitted bill yesterday from an indeterminate date with accumulating interest.
I don’t know how I missed it.
Perhaps it had something to do with the way the bill was submitted.
Hidden away, who knows when, years ago.
A test of some sort, I guess.
Long since forgotten by the child, and left.
Found by Mom during the sorting and packing.
“If you can read this…can you please give me the money for my other lost teeth”
Child must have decided tooth fairy couldn’t read.
Epic fail tooth fairy.
Does anyone else ever wonder why some people follow their blogs?
I don’t think I’m that witty.
Well, okay, I can be sometimes.
I’m random. I’m a sporadic writer, at best at the present.
I think I do a pretty good job picking out those who just “like” a post or “follow” me for the sole purpose to build up their audience base.
But then there are those people who make me go hmmm.
What did I say that peaked their interest? They don’t seem to comment. So, hmm, I wonder.
Perhaps I am a character for an upcoming writing project.
I wonder if I’m the main character or just a walk on?
I better get busy providing more material, I mean I could be the main character!
Oh, the pressure of the thought! Ha!
Reality check time Denise….don’t you think you have enough on your plate now?
Time to do some more sorting and packing.
Denise – exit stage left.
I’m a character alright.
Just As I Am 