Hanging in There

There are a million thoughts squirming around in my head looking for a way out and if I just blurt them out I’m afraid it will look like when Pumpkin starts heaving and her back curls up and down like a giant slinky and she ends up hurling a great big hair ball across the living room floor. That’s the way I feel sometimes when there are so many thoughts swimming around in my mind that I get nauseated trying to catch them all.

In fact I think it would be impossible to catch them all, and if I managed to somehow figure out how to do it, it would probably look like one of those giant size puzzle books with scrambled letters, mazes and brain teaser questions with no real answers except a string of endless possibilities that are neither right or wrong but that just hang at the end of your nose waiting for you to decide which your mind will entertain at that particular moment.

Imagine if I could rope all those thoughts and pen them up for as long as it took to write them all down. By the end of the day I would have enough to fill a volume or two of the encyclopaedia Britannica although, I dare say, the content would fit between the pages of much different publications. Maybe something with a title like “The Continuing Saga of the Endless Search For A Way to Make things Happen On A Heart Full of Hope and A Budget of A Shoestring.” Which I suppose could be shortened to “Hanging in There.”

Our stay in the park is coming to an end and NO we have not found a place yet. But every year the little town of Armstrong bursts at the seams when100 thousand people come flocking into our little town for what is known as the IPE or the Inter Provincial Exhibition and that means that anyone who is presently living in the Kinsmen Park has to be out of here because the park is totally reserved for the VIP’s of this huge exhibition.

We’re on the move again. Back to my sister’s lakeshore home. They are away for the next 15 days and you know how it is. Someone’s got to do it. Someone’s got to look after the place and keep it spiffed up so realtors can bring people through. Yep, sometimes things really get rough but what can you do.

So we are clearing out of here on Monday, emptying the trailer, cleaning it up, packing what we need to bring with us and the rest will go to our storage unit. We are scheduled to stay at my sister’s until the 6th of September but we do have a place to rent lined up for September 1st if nothing else comes up by then.

But I have a sneaking suspicion that things are going to start shaking and rolling and that something is going to come up before we flip the page on the calendar. I’m not sure what it is or what it’s going to look like at this point but I know some changes are coming. I know that I am never giving up on possibilities, hopes and promises for the future. And I know that I am grateful for those million thoughts going around in my head every day. As jumbled a mess as they may sometimes be, they allow me to write and are a part of me.