Dear reader, I hope you had a nice weekend. We're heading into such a beautiful time of year here in the desert, when it actually gets cold enough to wear boots and sweaters between the hours of 6:00 pm to 10:00 am. But be sure to dress in layers because you'll likely need to strip down to your t-shirt the rest of the time.
I find myself in a strange mood lately, aware of the changes coming our way with Sophie's impending departure, just seemingly more aware in general. I'm also travelling to Canada this week to visit my father, who is ill.
I've had a troubled relationship with him for many years and there aren't words to express how sad I feel about everything, how much I wish it wasn't so...though I don't know why I just said that because it doesn't truly express how I feel. It's hard to know what to say about all of this. I could say I feel an underlying sense of peace about things, because I do. I could say I'm keenly aware of greater suffering in this world, because I am. And I could say this particular situation brings me a great deal of sorrow, because it does.
All three things are true.
At any rate, these's one more week of volleyball upon us. I'm proud of Sophie and her team; they've delivered a season filled with hard work, a few tough losses, and many more thrilling wins. Izzy and Caroline are busy getting ready for orchestra trips and holiday performances. Halloween decorations have been hastily exchanged for the wreaths and woodland creatures of Thanksgiving. We took a family picture today.
Life is zipping by as it always does, yet I feel quiet and observant inside. I don't care to wish anything away. I would rather stay steady on my feet and take it as it comes.