A Road Less Travelled

 So here I am in Peoria again. I got back Thursday afternoon, finally got a chance to unpack my suitcases Saturday afternoon, and am just now getting around to writing a blog post again. Perhaps it’s just as well I put it off, because this may be the first time I’ve truly been awake since I got up at four-thirty Thursday morning to catch a plane. (I wonder if I could use my state of non-awakeness as an excuse for losing Ra horribly badly at game night.)

 My life has gone back to normal. This was a little strange for me to realize because it made me notice what sorts of happenings make my life normal. Most of the ‘normal’ happenings are the ‘bizarre and unexpected’ happenings.

  There are the routine things, such as having twenty-four people at our house for dinner the first night I was back. Or spending the next afternoon cleaning the house for an undetermined large number of people to show up for game night.

 There are also the events I never could have predicted, but fit very nicely into our pattern of having a crazy life. For instance, there’s a dog expecting puppies. This dog doesn’t actually belong to us, but through a series of events a little too involved for this post, we’re likely to be needed a great deal to help take care of said dog and puppies.

  Also, there’s some chance that the Ben-Ezra’s could be moving in down the street in the near future. If this works out it would be lovely, wonderful thing which will involve all of us going through the moving/cleaning/fixing-up-the-old-house process to different degrees. Personally, I think they’re going to get this house, if only because it’s about time for something else to get thrown into the middle of our lives. I have a feeling it’s going to be that kind of summer.