so, what's up, kris?

My daughter is taking over Disneyland.  I don't think a day has gone by that she hasn't been playing at her new job site.  Taking in all of its glory and wonder and funness.  Yep, that's Elizabeth.

Today she called (from Disneyland) and said she wasn't feeling well; she hoped she hadn't eaten something that would knock her off her feet.  I told her to go home and rest ... and play tomorrow.  She said, "Uh, no.  I need to be distracted."  Likely excuse.

So, I offered to fly out there and help her get home ... but, of course, I would need to ride a few rides first myself.  Needless to say, I didn't fly out there ... and my daughter is still at Disneyland, six hours later.  Still riding and playing.  Yep, that's my daughter.  Nothing can take her away from her beloved Disneyland.

She does have another job on the horizon ... but it's in addition to Disneyland.  Both are full time jobs, though.  I wish her a lot of luck trying to fit them both into one life.

So what's up with the Kahles?  Not much.

Just readying our house for you-know-what, 11 days from now.  My roof leaks, my windows are in need of cleaning and we are being overrun by crickets.  Lots of things need to be shoved upstairs and out of sight of you-know-what ... but I haven't got the energy to do any of it.

Nope.  None.  Instead I come home and sit and stare.  And ponder what's about to come of my life.  It's a-changing, that's for sure.

Today I had to write a letter to you-know-who.  Not the easiest thing to do, writing a letter to someone you've never met ... and trying not to let it get to you.  But, it did.  It does.  It causes me to drift off into Neverland and wonder and wonder.

I just don't know what's on the horizon for me.  I don't even ask, even though I know some people who know.  It's just too weird.  Too. Weird.

You try it.  Try to write that kind of a letter.  I dare you.

Know what's bugging me the most right now?  Ten people are coming to my house.  To my over-run-by-cricket house.  In 11 days.  And all I want to know is ... will I get to go out to dinner with them?

Priorities ...

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