Old times

Elaina has 2 friends staying the night tonight. It is so reminiscent of my pre-teen-hood. Except I didn't fart around my friends. I do now, though.

3 Pizzas
Pop
Candy (3 diff kinds)
Tent
2 sleeping bags
3 loud mouths

= a headache for me + 800 mg Ibuprofen = bed time very, very, soon.

Next weekend we'll make our way to Baker City, OR to meet my parents. They're taking Lainie for the summer & we'll spend Friday and Saturday at the hotel there. It will be really good to see them, although I am scared (not sure if that's the right word) to see how my dad has changed in the past 2 mos. I haven't studied up too much on the steps of grieving, but I would say that I'm currently on the edge of acceptance. Teetering, albeit. Humpty Dumpty and the Wall if you will. I still cry about it from time to time, but have resorted to focusing on the now and enjoying life. Dad says "Life's too short."

Did I mention the For Sale sign is out on the lawn now? The plan, I guess?, is to sell, move to an apartment with a month-to-month lease and then secure employment and residence back home and move. Sooo much to think about. Never in my life have I felt more grounded and secure and content. So to rock the boat so much is sorta unsettling. Being with my parents right now is what is most important. Everything will fall into place.