Okay, my lengthy (and dare I say it, damn funny!) blog about the Chocolate Affaire ended up in a cyber black hole apparently... but when I said as much to Cindy she said, "That's like saying the dog ate your homework." Sigh.
I hate it when the dog eats your homework.
So, let's see if I can recap. Glendale was wonderful, but the ladies of the Desert Rose/Valley of the Sun were incredible! Everyone was so nice and the event was just a blast. Except I now have to diet like a mad woman after all the chocolate I consumed. Apparently they don't just name the Chocolate Affaire on a whim, people. Bottom line, I'll never forget the hospitality and warm welcome I recieved and (fingers crossed) they'll let me sneak in again next year.
So, back home again. My daughter has her first two teeth, and honestly, I never knew that someone who was pre-verbal, drools and possesses zero control over their bodily functions could be so overwhelmingly fantastic. I fall in love every single day. She's addictive.
My husband had to back out of going to Houston RT with me, so I'm trying to talk Ferfe into rooming with me. (It's a dangerous proposition, but enough years have passed since she last agreed to it, that I'm sure she's forgotten everything by now.) If not the Ferfester, then I'll go it alone (at least this guarantees me control of the remote...)
Also on the home front, it seems to be the season for life and path altering events. A friend died suddenly last week and before I could regroup another called to say her husband has gone kookoo for coacoa puffs and announced he wants "space" and what should she do...and all I could do was selfishly throw up a prayer of gratitude to the gods for balance and happiness. I'm dispensing the best wisdom I have, and all the while knowing it's just sand in a well.
Loss is the worst and cruelest of all teachers, but those are the lessons you never forget.
I just look at Geoff and our girl and try to breathe normally.
I guess that's all anyone can really do.