I'm still here.
Too bad for you.
I'll give you a run down of the recent haps since I like to offer all kinds of information that hasn't been asked for and may or may not be wanted.
Last Saturday-Monday, I got to go on an incredible (silent!ish*) retreat. I went last year for the first time and it was pretty life-changing. I think retreats are one of those things that you don't know you need until you're there, and then you're there and you cannot believe you didn't think you needed it because you do. Last year, I was pregnant with Peter and this year he was my roomie. It was bit harder to sink deeply into silent retreat mode with a six month old on my hip but the exchange was time alone with my baby for over 48 hours and that was the best. Aside from spiritual renewal, hours and hours to pray and think and reassess my life, receive the Sacraments and spiritual direction, make resolutions and spend time in quiet contemplation, I was able to soak in the gorgeous hills around the college where we stayed, hike in said hills, and lay in the grass in the sunshine with absolutely nothing else to do. It was all very, very the best.
On top of all that, the cherry of all cherries, I found a super cute vintage couch next to the dumpsters at the college and managed to talk two college bros into tossing it on top of my car for me. Guys, I cannot stress enough the joy that finding (free) junk brings me! I don't know if you remember, but our couch has two busted legs and is currently supported by Moby Dick and Jane Eyre (Seriously. They are the thickest books we own.) ... so a new, free, non-broken, vintage situation was like delicious manna from heaven for this little retreat-goer.
You might also remember how I said I sometimes have to just spring home improvements/redesign/furniture on Kirby. Well, this couch was no exception. I roped it up and dragged it home and the whole family welcomed both a spiritually rejuvenated me and an old, yellow, tufted couch. Here it is, pre-oxy scrub. Cutest, right? I'm thinking a someday reupholster, but for now, a few throw pillows and perfect.
We have more busy days ahead including Hero's First Holy Communion on Saturday (I am so excited. Will you pray for her?), an Irish Dance recital on the very same Saturday, and a refi which is bringing with it mounds of papers to scan, sign, scan, send and a plethora of home improvements which we have been putting off for as many years as we have lived in this sweet little house. Said home improvements have us running out to Ikea 30 minutes before closing and jetting to Lowes for exactly 43 1x4's in between breakfast and lunch with all five in tow and no husbands plus one brave grandmother. Not speaking from experience, of course, that's just what I've heard. The good news is that the bathroom that's always been a storage closet will now be a bathroom and our spider-webby oven vent that's been agape for 4 whole years will now have a grate over it.
******drunk in luv (w/ ikea)********
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