I just finished writing the eulogy that I’ll say at John’s celebration on Saturday. I feel good about it. I feel like it’s good. I’ve been writing in my head in the car as I drive to and fro for the last week and always wind up just sobbing like a crazy person or laughing like a maniac.
Most of the time doing both of those things.
I’m sick of it really. Ready to go back to the way things were. Everyone alive and laughing. That’d be great.
Tomorrow I’ll drive to Tulsa and meet up with Heather and we will speak at a Statewide convention of Mothers. The organizers were in the audience of last years LTYM:OKC and asked us to speak. Of course we said YAY! YES! So that’s happening tomorrow.
I’ll then come home and put the house to rights, Cindy arrives tomorrow later in the evening. We will laugh and talk and catch up and go to bed and get up early and get ready and travel to Chickasha by 9:00 am and then we will do this thing at 10.
I can’t really think beyond that, other than to hope I get to plant my garden this weekend. I need dirt and seeds and some plants. Or I may just stay in the bed. We’ll see. Either way, tonight is the last calm moments before the storm.
I’m taking out my contacts and going to get lost in Pinterest.