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So, I should be posting...and so I am posting...and I only have a bunch of miscellaneous things to type...nothing earth-shattering, nothing shocking, nothing which will rock your world...just little tid-bits which make you say, "Ah, but I do love that Christen keeping me posted on her life..."

First, only a few more days until we pack up the troops and head to Texas (sometimes to annoy Robert I put the emphasis on the last syllable. Say it with me now, "Tex-assss." It appeals to my Miller sense of humor which finds all bodily functions and bodily attributes silly and, therefore, fodder for jokes. I'm continuing to use these jokes with my sensible and non-fecal-humor minded husband by claiming that I'm just honoring my grandmother by speaking these kind of silly truths by telling these bawdy word-plays. [I know, I know, now is the time for all my Brethren comrades to frown sadly and shake their heads at what an ordained minister has come to]). We're packing up the 'ole Honda Civic and heading for San Angelo on Sunday to visit Robert's family and have a week and a half of bliss. I adore Robert's family and am so, so, thankful to feel such a connection with them. I adore them so much that I have absoutely no qualms about getting in car with two pre-adolescents and driving for two days. I am very ready for a vacation. I am very ready for steaks on the grill at Koon Hollar (Lois and Vayden's family homestead) and for long swims in the San Angelo Muncipal Pool (which the girls call "The Municipool").

Second, my sweet Annie died while I was away for my grandmother's funeral. So far I haven't broken, and haven't collapsed in sobbing fits, so I'm doing pretty well. Thank you, Lexapro.

Third, I had an amazing high school reunion last weekend. I was reunited with my two very close high school friends, R. & L. who now live in Eugene, Oregon. There's lots of history there...and there was a "break-up" of sorts in college, which has now all amicably resolved as we've grown and changed and matured and realized what matters in life. It was so, so, so, good to be with them. As we were leaving one another R. said, "I love you, Christen!" and I realized how much I missed their presence in my life. I was so thankful for the time together...I'm blessed... (more about this reunion in an upcoming essay...)

That's about all the news that's fit to print here in Southeast Fort Wayne, where all the cats are above 21 lbs., where all the bookshelves are cherry-wood, and where the dachshunds all neglect their obedience training...(how'd you like that, Garrison Keillor?)