My boys and I have been in Maine now almost 2 years, and this past week I finally got my mom and brother to mail some boxes of belongings that were left in Georgia up here. The boxes should be here at my local post office Tuesday. I have already been in touch with them and made arrangements for pick up as the boxes are exceedingly heavy for a normal mail delivery. It will sound silly to a lot of people out there, but I am excited. Included in these boxes are my Strawberry Shortcake doll, a doll that my daddy bought me when I was an itty-bitty, I mean..really itty-bitty, I'm talking more than 30 years ago. When you squeeze her tummy, she blows you a kiss that smells like strawberries. And I don't know why or how...but she still smells like strawberries. And Noelle. She is an original Cabbage Patch Doll. I seriously doubt I have her adoption papers anymore but she was one of the first 200 original Cabbage Patch Dolls ever created, so again, we are talking probably about 30 years old.
And after a couple of weeks of deliberation, I finally decided on a job that will take me out of the safety and security of my home environment. I have worked as a medical transcriptionist from home for 15 years now. This decision was insanely scary, and there were moments when I know I let my anxiety get in the way of the decision-making process. It would eventually return to an at-home job though. I would miss a winter season through my window in my Corner at home, and that was a big deal to me, which is probably kind of silly, but these are the kinds of things I think about when trying to make decisions.
And the photographer from our wedding is giving away kittens and I spent all day yesterday building up the nerve to ask if I could have one...to only be told we should get two! Now I need to come up with two totally adorable kitten names and figure out how to kitten-proof the room where I work.
Things seem to be going remotely well. I really don't want any Tricks.