I may or may not be out living it up and doing something terribly exciting.
I also may or may not be sitting in the little haven that is the room above the garage, watching The Sound of Music whilst editing photos, reading about Prague and cutting out pages from old issues of Real Simple, Domino and J. Crew catalogues to paste in my planner.
- I got the official invitation to October's Candidate Conference (next step to Eastern Europe! Pure joy for something to finally be set in stone!)
- I got medical insurance!
- I went to the first week of Financial Peace University and started budgeting. I haven't yet torn my hair out from the frustration that normally ensues when I think too hard about finances, so I consider this a small victory.
Very sad things that happened this week:
- It's starting to hit me that two years is a very long time to be away from everyone I know and love.
- My great-grandfather, who was one of the most interesting and eloquent men I have ever met, died yesterday. He had a stroke this week that left him unable to speak, which broke my heart more than anything, because my favorite thing to do when our family got together for Christmas, Easter, July 4, etc. was to listen to him. His prayers before meals were beautiful and proper, and his stories were always compelling and full of hilarious dry humor. Grandpa Fred was English, served in Britain's Royal Air Force, and because of industrialization was itching to get out of London. One thing that I loved about him was that he remembered me and the fact that I love Europe. After I returned from Italy, he was always urging me to read The Broker (by John Grisham, I think?) because it took place in Italy, and it made him think of me. I don't typically expect relatives in their 80s to remember my name, much less the fact that I love Italy and I speak Italian, so I would know some of the phrases that most people wouldn't understand in John Grisham's book. He was very thoughtful, and I am going to miss him so much.
Of course, his death also got my head spinning. How fortunate I am to be alive and, (God willing) to have years and years ahead of me to have adventures that I will one day tell my grandchildren about.
With love and making plans to train my children to sing like the Von Trapps,
Megan
i'm so sorry to hear about your granddad. he sounded like a really special man.
on a different note, we are the same. i always paste photos in my planner! i wish we lived closer so we could hang out. :)