Doing the Deployment Dance

Hello All!

Forgive the story-telling interruption over the last week or so. The hubby returned from overseas (finally!!!)…I’ve been focused on other things. :->

A couple of things I learned while doing the deployment dance:

I can handle anything for four and a half months…

I wandered through the world just fine on my own again...

…it’s the last month and a half that got me. Insanity seemed the best choice for survival.

The cats thought I inadvertently left Daddy at the vet’s office. They tried to organize a rescue run, but they're cats; they fell asleep before they could execute their devious plan. They’re thrilled he’s home, and it’s evident that they love him “best-est.” (It’s okay, I do, too.)




Funny, while alone, I found my Zen at the bottom of a cat box. Granted, not a phrase I’d ever have expected to spit out, but it’s true. There is much humility in hunkering down everyday to scoop poop. I can be having the best day or the worst day, it really doesn’t matter, but doing something small for creatures who give so much in return seems to ground me in the best way possible. Still, not exactly where I thought I’d left my peace-of-mind. ;-)

Turns out I can dance in my kitchen like no one’s watching – when no one’s watching. Now I just have to remember to keep dancing like the dork I am now that he’s home.

More later, I feel an 80’s Michael Jackson Moonwalk coming over me!

Peace, love, and dorky dancing to you all!