Sometimes, life happens.

This week I had planned on getting so much done. I am always full of worry right before we travel -worry about the animals, my garden, being away from home, and being in a new place.

I badly wanted to finish the Backyard Farming Week before we left, but dear friends, it will have to wait another week.



Yesterday my head was fuzzy. It was one of those days where I felt like I was living my life outside of myself, hearing my mouth say things my mind hadn't quite okay'd, yet. Our heat index was 113, my allergies were acting up, and my to-do list was growing by the second. Sheesh, why do we even have to have days like that?
My parents have been on a 2 week camping trip out west, and I've been taking care of Grandma and Grandpa. I'm missing my parents, and spending lots of time at my Grandparents house.



I was running errands all day and right around that time I remembered that I had found (this is a pretty sweet score, ready?....) Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits for $5.99. Remember the days of browsing through used cd's at the bookstore? I still do it. I also sat on the floor in the magazine section and read magazines on outdoor photography. Sometimes I am 16 years old, all over again. I love those sweet little bits of my day. And, that 10 years later, I still love the same things.



Yesterday I listened to my cd while I ran errands and I saw two kids holding a sign on the corner of a street for a lemonade stand. I have been known to frequent local lemonade stands, and can never resist not stopping.
I love to see the kids busy at work. It's pretty freaking cute, sometimes. I love the really young ones that need help pouring the drinks.

This is a mean confession. Ready? Our encounters always go something like this:

1. I ask for one glass of the good stuff, please.
2. While they're fumbling for a plastic cup awkwardly, I ask them what they're saving their pennies for. I am unzipping my wallet and checking out the bill selection, at this point.
3. They answer, proudly. Always proudly. Like they were just waiting for someone to ask.
4. I either like their answer, or I don't.
5. Tip accordingly.

Stop judging me.


First of all, the kid was selling a glass of pre-made lemonade for $.75 cents a cup. What kind of lemonade inflation is this?
Secondly, he was saving for a video game. Sorry dude, not a fan.


But, his bad taste or not, there's something about a kid with a lemonade stand that I find so sweet. It's amazing to see children develop that sense of independence at such a young age.
My Mom told me awhile back that when I was 6 months old, she would come into my room at night, hand me a bottle, and go back to bed.
What?! The more I learn about little humans, the less mysterious they seem. After all, they are just little humans.



My fuzzy day yesterday didn't turn out so bad, after all. Especially because halfway through the day, Bob Dylan playing, drinking my cheap, nasty-ass lemonade, I realized that my day could still be very sweet. So in my mental to-do list, I "cleared my evening," & we headed to our friends' house to take a break, and clear our heads.
I need these nights.

And fortunately, even though I make a lot of to-lists for myself, sometimes things just don't get done on time. Like Backyard Farming Week. Or cutting my toenails. Or mowing the backyard.
And the world doesn't end because of it :) Sometimes.....

life just happens.

















...and I think I'm completely okay, with that.


I hope you have a good weekend, friends.
Don't stress about your undone lists, you'll get to them, eventually.

This weekend we'll be spending time with family, packing up Petey with the camping gear, and getting some much needed rest. My sweet Brady is here, and Auva is bringing Michael and I our very first couch as a family. Can you believe it? Four years and we made it only on a little ripped love seat that the cats turned into a scratching post.



Things are good here.
Have I ever mentioned that I love Summertime?