I told you that I tossed and turned like a (monkey) bridge over troubled water. And then I rambled on and on about four letter words until I was too pooped to get to the point.
But actually I wasn't at liberty to get to the point, at that point. And at this point I'm still not at liberty, which is why I keep talking around and around in circles and squares.
Alls I can say is that the universe works in mysterious (and somewhat irritating ways). For instance, it's mysterious (and somewhat irritating) that the bishop would call me on a Sunday afternoon while I am napping and instruct my daughter to wake me up because it's that important.
Is anything really important enough to wake someone up on a Sunday afternoon?
Can you see my dilemma?
Enuff said. For now.
But if you are curious george as to what I was thinking about while I was tossing and turning like a (monkey) bridge and before I finally rolled out of bed and slipped into my cozy, pink, microfiber robe and fuzzy sweater slippers it has to do with boring things grown ups think about when they live within a five mile radius of Home Depot, Target, Walmart and Costco.
Okay, you probably don't get that. No, I wasn't thinking about shopping during my sleeplessness. I'm simply trying to illustrate that I now have access galore and resources at my fingertips.
Unless you've lived in Neverland (aka Laie), you can't fully understand how flabby some of the choice muscles in my brain have become. Do I buy this house or that house by that school or this school with that coach or this coach or the other coach?
While I was tossing and turning I also thought about the mother of all four letter words--$$$$--and why it doesn't grow on trees. Because one thing I've got is tons and tons of trees. If every leaf was a dollar I'd be raking in millions, literally. And that's this week alone.
Among other thoughts I was also having a knock-down drag out fist fight slash prayer with Gad about the Bishop waking me up from my Sunday nap.
"Isn't that why I moved here, so I could sleep on Sunday afternoons?" I whisper/yelled and shook my fist at the sky. "Wasn't that the master plan?"
Long story short, (because my hub is dragging me out the door for a weekend get-away in Park City) we made up and I forgave Gad for letting the ultimatum I gave him slip his mind.
Bless his heart.
It's all good. And everything is guns and roses once again.
MORE TO COME . . .
And guess what, tomorrow (Saturday) is Kute Kasey's birthday, which means it was one year ago that I just so happened to find an email in my junk box from a crazy chica named Sandi, asking if I knew where she could buy some cupcakes for her daughter who was a student at BYU-Hawaii. From there this famous post was born.
BTW, none of that post was true. Swirl is innocent. (Feels good to get that off my chest.)
Happy Birthday again, Kute Kasey. I'm so glad we've had this time together. I can't imagine life without you and Suli and Sandi and April. I wish you lots and lots of lub this year.