Happy Tuesday, Friends!
I'm happy to let you know that I have a whole ton of blog posts lined up for you...in my head! That's right, they're in there, but are just waiting for a big ol' brain dump to get them onto the page. Or screen. Or whatever you want to call it.
However, Tim and I are heading out of town for a couple of days, so you might just have to be a wee bit more patient. Can you handle that? Pretty please? Ok, thanks!
To tide you over, I did want to share with you the story of my weekend, though, and some things that I learned. This post will be without pictures (you'll see why in a minute) but hopefully words will suffice!
The weekend started out like any other. Tim sailed Friday night and I worked late and then spent the rest of the evening relaxing with Maggie. We went to sleep without incident, but Maggie woke up in the middle of the night needing to go out. This happens every once in a while with the puppy and it's really no big deal. Until...
When going to put Maggie back into her crate after taking her out, Tim ran into a metal poke-y part of said crate...WITH HIS EYEBALL. Y'ALL. (Can you now see why there are no pictures in this post?) And, yes, you read that right: eyeball.
Um, can we take a moment to talk about how this is not an ideal thing to have happen at 3am? Or really at ever?
Needless to say, the next 2 hours in the emergency room were not the most fun I'd ever had. Luckily, Tim is going to be fine (he saw a specialist on Monday) and his vision won't be affected, but it was still a less-than-ideal thing to happen. Although, I'm so grateful that he's okay.
What surprised me the most about the whole thing, though, was that I didn't really freak out. Looking back on what happened, I so should have freaked out (grossness, y'all, it was grossness) but as I was driving us to the hospital, I was shockingly calm. Maybe it was my sleepiness, but I think that it might have also been that I realized that my freaking out wasn't going to help the situation. At all. In fact, all it would have done was make things worse. Whoa. Profound, isn't it?
And here's the up of the weekend: Tim came to pick me up from work on Sunday with an amazing surprise on his roof rack: a new (to me) adorable super sweet bike! With a basket! And a low center-bar thing so I can ride in a dress!! And it's green! With pretty white fenders!
There's no picture of this because 1. they're painting our house and I'm afraid to interrupt them to open the garage door to pull the bike out to take a picture and 2. my office is a mess and I can't find my camera. But I promise, pics soon!!!
I love this bike, friends. It's my easy-rider, farmer's market bike. With a basket. It's the bike that I've included in the "vision of my life" that I put out to the Universe sometimes when I feel the need to refocus myself and really envision where I want to be going. And Tim made it happen. I am silly with joy over this!!!
I hope that y'all had FANTASTIC weekends! I'll be back Friday with a good confession (about my grand plan) and will find my camera so I can take some pics of sweet Maggie as she sees Lake Tahoe for the first time!
Oh, and I do have a pic of the eyeball. If you really want to see it, let me know in the comments and I can email it to you.