Oy!

Captain Grumpypants (aka ME), woke up way too early out here at the farm to see what was up with the hurricane, and now, here it is, only 10 in the morning and I am ready to go back to bed. Poo. Plus the ragweed is on the move and it feels like I have an entire roll of paper towels shoved up my nose, but who is complaining? The morning was too beautiful to fret about breathing. Though the storm bypassed us completely, we did have a delightfully drab sky this morning... spots of haze with the sun just peeking out, and a breeze that was telling sweet nothings into the trees. We took a walk, and the weather was almost perfect. My favorite kind of day.

Sadly, the wind was too breathy to get the bub's ladybug kite up in the air for longer than a minute or two, but it was perfect for swinging in the hammock and reading the bub's World Atlas of Animals. I anticipated that if we got anything from the storm it would be atmospheric in the best possible way, so I'm glad we are at the farm to enjoy it... feeling lucky that we aren't one of those Texans with 7 feet of water in their living room.

On the ride out last night (with the hub driving, the boy in the back seat, Sugar & Spanky salivating in the rear and wee little Turtlie asleep in a box at my feet), I took a call from Mom... and let me say this. For the last four years or so, my mother has been uncharacteristically depressed and lifeless. When I first found out she'd gone in the hospital, I suspected her untreated diabetes was the cause of her not being happy (compacted by the death of her friend and some other personal things). However, I am happy to say, Mom has turned into her old self. Every time I talk to her she sounds more vibrant and carefree, and that makes me so happy. She looks better than she has in years.... It is like I have my old Mom back, the one that the hub once said "makes everything fun." She's excited and giggly and all those wonderful things that make people like her so much. I'm so proud of her for getting through all this and coming out the other side even better than ever. Sometimes we have to almost lose our lives to find the change we need.

It's definitely a new day. The bub loves his new school, is throughly loving the gym and begs to go every morning (finally the peer pressure I needed!), and the hub and I are working out of our funk.... (That is the I'm depressed... hub tries to fix... I get mean... hub retreats.... yunk funk.) That and the beautiful fall weather is on the way.

Now if I can just find out where the hell the bub learned the expression "Oy!" and then get him to stop saying it over and over and over again, life will be perfect.