Snow Day in the ATL

Who knew?  We got over 3 inches.  It was that much because it was the most perfect, fluffy, huge flaked snow.  The little dogs had a blast playing.  The snow was as high as Bear's undercarriage.  I didn't get pictures of the dogs playing because I needed my hands to make them snowballs :)

Huge flakes

Totally unexpected (by me!!)

And it's still here.  We should have a melt today, but the temps are staying below freezing for the morning, so I'm not going to A Course in Miracles.  Country roads and icy patches are no joke.

All day I thought of my Parker.  That boy LOVED snow.  It was his total joy.  Memories are still bittersweet, but I know they will head more to the sweet side as time goes on.

Hubby made it to skiing -- just barely.  His friend had an aborted landing.  All is well now, but the weather is set to make another big push tomorrow and Tuesday -- here and there.

I'm talking to MiMi's potential adopter this morning.  Fingers crossed.  She was trying to apply, but our website was having issues.  She seems excited.  The home situation is a little more complicated than I thought -- she and her husband are living with extended family while waiting to purchase a house.  This includes kids and cats.  I'll know more when I talk to her today.  (I know MiMi loves cats and I think she'll be great with kids too -- but she's a little unmannered now.)

Bear is still set for adoption tomorrow.  I was worried about the language of the texts changing, but I sent her pictures yesterday and she has already shopped for him LOL.  That's a good sign.

He's smiling now -- finally!

They play non-stop.

I'm heading to see all the kids this afternoon (pending the snow melt).  We're meeting for a late lunch and I'm going to visit the grand-dogs after.  I haven't seen them in weeks.  It'll be good to get out of the house a bit.

My monthly is kicking my butt.  Heavy, emotional, still cramping.  Peri-menopause is no joke.  I ordered a book on it yesterday because ... of course I need a book!!  You know what I find interesting?  Many (most!!) of my friends have gone through this already and with ONE exception, no one has mentioned it.  Girls talk about girl things -- but not this.  I wonder why no one says anything about their experience.  But when you ask about it, you get comments -- it was hell, horrible, glad it's over, worst ever.  I refuse to believe it (hello, denial).  It might be HARD, but I will find a silver lining.  Hence, the book.  Stay tuned ... I'm going to talk about this (aka complain?!?! -- I'll try not to LOL).

I finally did a little reading yesterday.  Dear Edward (Ann Napolitano).  It's a heavy subject based on a real story, but every review says it ends up being uplifting and beautiful.  I'm plugging through the heavy now -- crying all the way.  (I cry at everything now -- it's getting strange.  Is it hormones or my new found "feeling my feelings?")  I didn't want to give up reading this because I'd be hard pressed to go back to it -- and it should be good.  That said, it was clogging the reading flow.  Time to read or get off the pot.

Our birthday trip to Italy has stalled AGAIN.  I'm getting sick of being the one to get it moving.  I think I'm setting a boundary on this.  I'll give it a start-up ONE more time and if it stalls again -- oh well.  Someone else can show interest or we can let the trip go.  It's not a threat, but I'm at my limit for driving this bus.

Can I take a moment to wax poetic complain?  When this group of very smart, highly successful ladies get together we never seem to make progress on the parts that matter (this has happened before too).  All we need to figure out is dates, location, lodging and then book airlines.  All the DETAILS can wait.  We know there are great options that check all our entertainment boxes and most of those excursions don't even book this early.  YET, where are we spending all our time?  The DETAILS.  Making spreadsheets.  But which cooking class is the best?  Etc, etc, etc.  Then people get busy (travel, work, family) and the talks come to a screeching halt.  I've voiced this to the group with no success.  I'm not the smartest by a long shot (and the only one without an advanced degree) -- but sometimes you need practical over smart.  I have that in spades.  It's frustrating.  (And, hard to be as perfect as me -- hah!)

I'm having the worst time remembering what day it is -- things still feel wonky.  Happy SUNDAY.  Have a great day -- later gators.