Life

I'll admit, this is the weirdest summer I can remember.

* Lots of rain.

* Lots of clouds.

* I've lost my keycard to the DB pool . . . twice. (10.00 a card = fun!)

* Dave's dad passed away.

* Our friend's son, Brigham passed away after a lifelong battle with an illness (at age 14).

* We've had every imaginable flu (swine), cold, and migraine/headache known to kids--and it's only July 7.

* I'm teaching a class I've never taught before AND the textbook that we ordered didn't come in. So, we had to use another textbook--one I'm reading basically a night ahead of the class. Oh, those are good times. I love learning something Monday and teaching it Wednesday.

* We've had like 2 floods since December '08--and in tearing down the wet ceiling have learned that our duct system for the HVAC isn't connected right. We had whole sections NOT connected. An arm that just sticks out, waiting to be connected to another joint. No wonder we've been a little warm these past 3 summers.

* Oh! And as I was driving home from work last night I heard a weird sound in the car. Looks like that transmission is ready to be replaced.

IS SOMEONE FILMING THIS?

I think some people would look at all of these things and say, "oh, that's a sign" or "that's a lot of bad luck."

But really, I know better than to think that. I know better than to let my noodle get the best of me--and make me think I have caused all of this (or that someone else caused it). Really, it's just life.

That's all.

Just life.

Sometimes you're on top of the wheel; sometimes your underneath it.

The good news: We've made it through the grind of being under it.

We're on our way back up.

(Does that mean there won't be more weirdness? No--dang it. But it does mean I'm still smiling and finding there's more good than bad at the end of the day.)