Two weeks from yesterday, one of the top 5 most interesting men I know (under 40) is coming for a visit. (Before you get bent out of shape, dad, note all the qualifiers in that sentence).
Two weeks from today, I'll get to see a gal-pal I haven't seen in over 7 years while enjoying a bit of the crazy life that is her "normal," and doing good deeds for kids (check out OlympiaPubCrawl Weekend on FB). She's easily one of the most interesting women I know under 40, too.
Of course, I don't seem to know any dull, boring, or uninteresting people - of any age - but that's for another post.
Two weeks from tomorrow, I'll be on my way to start the next phase of my life.
It's going to be a busy couple of weeks.
I have to bake cookies and a cake. Because I have all the ingredients, and there's really no sense in wasting them.
Then I get to take those cookies and that cake to friends' and share them. Because I have a lot of visiting to do in the next two weeeks. I get to help a family welcome a much-beloved soldier home from a tour of duty. I get to celebrate Christmas in July with the most fantastic group of foodies around. I get to be the guest of honor at a party I'm throwing. I get to wander by the waterfront. I get to help a friend move. I get to go to a concert. I might even get to a garden.
I'm so excited about my move - and so busy getting ready for it - that I haven't got time to worry (much). But it's okay. Because I know God's got it covered. I get to rely on Him. And I love that.
For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord;
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
-Psalm 92:4
