Last Saturday I was home, in my house. That seems obvious and redundant all at the same time but I have really taken on the belief that home is kinda wherever you and your people are. Maybe I've actually adopted a traveler's heart. Or I'm just mildly crazy. Or both. It's hard to tell really.
I woke up in my house on a Saturday morning for the first time in ages. I stood in my kitchen with a coffee cup in hand and weighed my options. A cycling class? Running outside?
A text went to Karen that read something like this...let's drink slow coffee and do nothing.
Then I found myself sitting on her couch with a coffee in hand and nothing in the air other than visits and sunlight streaming in.
Then, with more caffeine than would sufficiently fuel a giraffe, we proceeded to have an Amy and Karen Saturday reminscient of summer style. There was boot shopping and kitchen dance party-ing to Taylor Swift's shake it song and homemade pizza on the grill and two batches of pumpkin dark chocolate chip cookies and sunshine on our faces.
Her girls made us water complete with fruit garnishes. Made us water. That sounds funny but that's really what I would call it, they were so cute and proud.
Then, we went to go for a walk and after a quarter of a mile I said, "Let's drive out to see Summer." Karen said, "Okay." So off we went to see Sil and the kids which led to me getting this idea stuck in my head that I had to learn how to do the sideways jump click your heels off to the side thing that looks like oh so much fun. Karen could do it right away and I had to work on it. But work I did and soon was clicking right along.
And then? Then I pulled a classic acting not like my age stunt and started wrestling the kids. After a sneaky leaf tickle move in which I felt rather helpless, I took a kick to the face and stood up with, "I think my lip is bleeding." That's what I get for acting my not age and I wouldn't have it any other way.