Too Many Pies

                                           


The flurry of activity has reached a crescendo.  Closing on the new house is either today or tomorrow.  I still have to pinch myself every morning, which is followed by a wave of vertigo.  Am I really doing this crazy thing? 

As I bop from friends' house to friends' house, in order to not have to park my van in anyone's driveway for very long, I sometimes forget where I am.  Last weekend I had a sweet reunion with some of my Africa volunteer pals.  I was nervous about hanging out with a bunch of millennials, with whom I bonded while in Kenya, but now it was a year later, here in the US. It was bittersweet, proof that while "necessity makes strange bedfellows", it is still possible to befriend people across generations and have a lasting relationship.  We hiked in the Arizona desert, ate Mexican food, recounted our memories, had deep conversations, laughed, hugged and said "till next time".  Will there be a next time?  I hope so...



And meanwhile, since I didn't plan to buy a house when I left home, I'd arranged a week long visit to Santa Fe, NM--one of my favorite cities. So now, 2 days after my closing, I will make the 8 hour trip to Santa Fe for a little culture and art.  I will probably freeze to death and gasp for air, as it's 7,000 feet in elevation up there.

In between all this,  I am still trying to volunteer, and there will be much to do with the house. Word is out that I have a new desert home, so friends and family are lining up to come visit before I make my way back to the rainy northwest.

Good grief, I am too busy!  People who know me well are probably not surprised.  It's kind of my brand to be involved in too many things at once.  The trouble is, I have only 10 fingers and there's more than 10 pies.  I'm going to have to eat a couple of those pies...

                                           

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