Frothy Times

You know when you pour beer carelessly and a tsunami of foam billows up and the froth spills over the glass? That's what my life is like right now ... full to overflowing. The foam in the glass is what seems like a million details that have to be dealt with - cleared - if we want to get to the good stuff.

Three weeks ago Kidlet and I were immersed in our Africa trip preparations ... getting shots, filing paperwork, and arranging insurance etc. at the same time Kidlet was applying for university residence and perusing her course options. I thought then that our plates were full and things were heating up ... HA!

Life, in its quirky unpredictable fashion, dangled possibility in front of us; the opportunity to buy our own piece of paradise. True to my motto "when opportunity comes knocking, you gotta answer, ready or not!" we took the bait and are now poor proud owners of a quaint lakefront cottage.  At least we will be once the paperwork is completed. See Hubby smile. This exciting development was not in the plans ... nope - not even penciled in. So to say we've been a little preoccupied and busy is a GROSS understatement.

From here on in until Kidlet and I board our plane for Kenya our days are going to be jam packed as we close the deal on our cottage, get Kidlet graduated, take our previously planned weekend jaunt to Montreal, and celebrate Father's Day.

So much foam and froth to work through to take us to the real deal. And that is the very essence of what I love about life ...   the unexpected, and the bends in the road that make life spicy and delicious. Life is funny like that, with plans for us that are grander than we ever dare to dream. And you just have to have faith that if you keep sipping through the foam, there'll be good stuff at the bottom of the glass.

Our thoughts and imagination are the only real limits to our possibilities.
- Orison Swett Marden