Limbo... and not the dance contest

It feels like we’ve been here a long time, but if feels like we’ve been in limbo – like maybe Catholic limbo. Let’s just say it’s been a mixed bag at best.

Friday, the coast. What a wonderful day. We took the long way and drove through seemingly endless little towns all hosting yard sales and bake sales and sales of all kinds. There was so much to see and so much to talk about. We made it to the ocean – my hubby’s first experience with it, my favorite of the natural world. We took our dogs and they loved it, too. See pics below.



Saturday, whole-lotta-crazy moves out and Saturday Market. Oh, how I count my many blessings that I don’t have to live with the bat-shit-crazy roommate and deal with her and oh, how I count my many blessings that she moved out this weekend and now our “real” room is free. It’s a lot bigger and we won’t have the whole packed into a dorm room feeling. But it took hell to get to that point and it was misery, but luckily only like 48 hours of it. And Saturday Market was very nice.

Sunday, just breakfast and a good one. It’s early. I’d like a nice calm day, where the dogs can hang out in the house and not be cooped up in said dorm room. I’d like peace and calm. I’d like a regular day where maybe I emerge from said dorm room and don’t spend a good chunk of the day crying for the dogs, for me. No more Catholic limbo, more establishing our lives. Maybe even calling some people we love!