Rounding the Corner, Striding, Crawling or Flying, Can't Tell Yet, The Jury's Still Out: My Blog for Today

The countdown has begun.  I am only a few days away from my graduation, in the throes of excitement, as I bustle about, trying to prep the house for an onslaught of fullness—laundry, flowers, clean towels in every bathroom, toilet paper. Oh, my God!  Don’t let me run out of toilet paper! A local son moving back for the weekend, another son flying in from LA (thank God I have HD ESPN or he’d just skip the whole thing for the Stanley Cup) and a father flying in from Cincinnati. Needless to say, I’m squirreling my resident 125, 155 and 180-pound mastiffs off-site. All my big ole Charlie  has to do to throw my back out is bump me the wrong way and pop! out it goes. Imagine what he could to do an octogenarian.  Not to mention the liberal imparting of drool. Drool that I washed off the walls and ceiling of the hall and family room last weekend. No.  Off they will go for the weekend, safely out of the way.  Dad will be relieved, the boys will be mad.  Oh, well.  We do our best.

Anyway, with the long weekend poised to happen, I have nothing to write, nothing to say.  Except private things, non-bloggy things. Soppy things.  Weepy things.  Things like disbelief that I’m graduating with honors in the top 15% of my class, or things like second chances, or things like it’s never too late to start something new, and other things like that. Things nobody wants to read about or hear.  Too flowery, too sentimental.  So I’ll just keep them to myself ― and delight in them.

Comments

[Carrie]

Congratulations, Louise!!

And don't forget to breathe! :)

[Louise]

Thank you, Carrie. Remembering to breath sounds like something I used to hear around the show ring, standing with a bunch of mastiffs and handlers who would love to trip me or goad my dog into snapping at theirs, my blood pounding in my ears, waiting for the steward to yell sweet music, "Mastiff bitches, ages 12 to 18, enter the ring please, catalog order." Something Ms. Klaiber is going to start up with her Park Avenue boy! Good luck at specialty, dear friend! Those Banner babies are going to shine!!

[Briget]

Whaddya mean, "no one wants to read about or hear"???? I DO!!

I think that what you have done with the "second chance" you created for yourself is awe-inspiring, girl! Look at you - Top 15% and off to Ireland this summer. Crawling, indeed. You deserve every feather in those wings, so use 'em!

Have a wonderful, wonderful weekend, my dear!

[anna marie]

WOOHOO!! Congrats Louise!

Remember me? I'm the girl from the Cathedral elevator several years ago. Just found out that I am moving back to Pittsburgh after some school in South Carolina. My fiance is in Pgh, so I'm super excited! Go Pitt! :)

Can't wait to hear all about Ireland!

*hugs*

[Louise]

Of course I remember, Anna Marie! It was too unlikely a coincidence to EVER forget! Thank you for the greeting and good wishes. Safe journey, safe landing back here in Pittsburgh.