First Rejection & Snow

Of the year. And it’s fine, it’s part of the process. It’s fine. I read somewhere once that being rejected just means your story has not found a home yet.

What hurts is that in the midst of the s**t show of the last few years, I lost both my physical log and the computer log of where I had submitted which stories.

In the rejection letter they were absolutely both extremely professional and kind. Especially since I had apparently submitted that story to them in 2021.

Sigh.

So many emotions are swirling in me right now. A morass. Not because of the rejection of the story. It will find its home.

And it hit hard because I’m trying to find my footing in my new home. Most of that is working through the mental state that I arrived in. My home is still in disarray, and when I lay in bed and close my eyes I see my old room. My old life.

Friday night & Saturday morning we experienced our first snowfall that stuck. My son still calls California home. Sunday we went to lunch with my niece & her family, and I borrowed a shirt for a wedding next weekend. Wednesday I put my kid on a plane to our old home to visit– and I’m hoping he gets on the plane back 12 days later. I’m hoping he doesn’t get into trouble.

I’m also looking forward to time without him. Time to make a freaking mess of the house so I can put it together the way I want to.

My words are messy, but they are coming out. I’ve got 2 stories I’m working on because well, messy. I wrote a poem.

I talk to my bestie on the phone everyday. She’s still in Cali, and is my backup with the almost adult boy I’m sending out there. I miss her. I have family here but haven’t made friends yet. I also don’t really go anywhere– haven’t even been to the library yet. I do recognize the cashier at the Dollar General, but I’m sure I’m just another face in the day to her.

Well. This has gotten a lot more personal than I thought it would. Hope you don’t mind. My brain doesn’t feel as messy.

Until next time, my lovelies!

Easter Parade

Hoppy Easter. Ok, I know it’s a day late and I’d probably be a dollar short… But Still! Better Late than Never, right? (How many cliche’s can I wring out of one little sentiment? LOL)

So. Went to church on Easter, and it was nice. Had breakfast with everyone, a nice service. But then the magic happened! We went to my dad’s for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. Which was great, don’t get me wrong. And the food— deeevine! Tri-tip and spareribs and OH MY! It was so yummy my tummy almsot forgot it was a holiday. Thought maybe it was a family bbq!

The magic. I know you’re all wondering what it was. When/where it happened. Well. I’ll tell ya!

Ray, Brian and I all went for a walk around the block. We ahppened to get back about the same time Leonard was pulling back up. On his Harley. And Ray, with all the enthusiasm of a 2-almost-3-year-old boy has for all things motorized started “ooh-ing” and “ahh-ing” and talking up a storm. Well, Uncle Leonard put him up on that bike.

Excuse me. I just commited sacrilidge. It’s not a bike. It’s a Harley. Ray went wild. So much so that when the other little kids came out and wanted a turn, he got a little hurt. They were on  HIS Harley! Make them go away!

Well, eventually, they did all wander away. Especially after the adults quit taking pictures. And then Auntie Linda REALLY let him get up close and personal with the Harley. Decked out in a helmet and sunglasses, he was ready to go!  She sat him up on the gas tank and let him play with all the buttons (except, like, 2) and I think my little boy actually Shivered with excitement.  She let him stay up there for as long as we could stand it (until right before the egg hunt) and Uncle Leonard told the Amazing Baby Ray that he could have a ride when he’s a bit older (I’m glad at least someone agrees with me that he’s a bit young for the first ride, yet! ).

But OH! That little boy fell in love. On the way home from Daycare Diva’s today, he screamed and yelled at every single motorcycle that he saw. Whether it was because he thought they had stolen his bike, or it was because they were on inferior rides, I’ll never know. But boy howdy does my boy got some lungs on him.

So. Uncle Leonard & Auntie Linda: Thank you for making my boy’s day. You combined motorcycles and button pushing, and I think he’s gonna be a fool for you two for a very long time 🙂