Moon

Here is a shot from a while back of the moon hovering over Queens Creek. 

I'm very happy today for several reasons.

First, I leave tomorrow for Florida, where I will board a cruise ship that will be my home for the next several days. This has been one of the longest, darkest, rainiest winters I can remember.  I'm thrilled at the prospect of warmth, sunshine and most of all no responsibilities!

Next, I am also very happy for another adventure that will happen in August:  Machu Picchu!  I booked my flight about a week ago and spent the better part of today booking hotels and the actual ticket to Machu Picchu.  The fact that I'll be going with my best friends from college and I'll be meeting Chesapeake Bay Son (who is working there this summer) makes me ecstatic!

So, I am just checking in to say all is wonderful here.

I hope it is with you as well.

Bright Spot

Pulling into the driveway after Yet Another Long Day at work, I caught a glimpse of the moon making its appearance for the evening over Queens Creek. After grabbing all the grocery bags from the car, trudging up the steps and throwing everything on the kitchen counter, I dashed into the back yard with my camera for just a minute; and for just a minute I was able to ignore the chaos reality occurring in the house behind me.

Daughter, busy doing homework after basketball practice, was starving; the dog needed this; the cat needed that. The dirty dishes stacked high in the kitchen sink were talking about me--and snickering-- behind my back. Even the groceries were complaining, loudly, that I was too slow and wasn't putting them away fast enough.

Or so it seemed.

In the midst of the perceived chaos at home after a day of actual chaos at work*, I was grateful for the minute I had with the moon in the back yard with my camera.

Very grateful.


*Like this moon over Queens Creek after work, there was one very bright spot in my day at work.  A friend surprised me by delivering a home-cooked lunch of mashed potatoes and roast beef to my office. Given that all I'd brought to eat was a handful of grapes, which I'd choked down by 10 a.m., and also given that I love mashed potatoes so much I was called Potato Woman in college, this surprise made all the day's stresses seem immaterial.  

Because, really, in the presence of homemade mashed potatoes made from homegrown potatoes, everything else--including chaos--must be secondary. 

I'm pretty sure that's one of the Laws of Nature. If not, I hereby nominate it to be one.