A Moving Experience or How a Perfectly Rational Person Was Brought to Her Knees

After several years of invitations
Met by excuses and rationalizations
Circumstances forced reexamination
The fact was – something had to change

Alternatives were at a minimum
Renewals and deadlines held dominion
Now or never the prevailing opinion
But where in the world was Chanhassen?

Plans were made to minimize drama
Mom sent ahead to avoid the trauma
It will be OK, I can handle it Mama
You forgot your what?

The battle cry was organization
But time didn’t follow my estimations
Plans A through Z met annihilation
You want to deliver it when?

Downsizing was definitely on the agenda
State lines and weight meant a Goodwill bonanza
A pruning – no – pillaging extravaganza
What did it cost? – We won’t go there

And just when I thought I was over the worst
It was time to take on a new enemy – dirt
Unbelievable, undeniable, so embarrassing it hurt
I will never again pull the stove out

After all that there was still a long drive
A car full of must haves piled up high
Peace at the going but tears in my eyes
I always said that I loved adventure

My family and friends and the times that we shared
The moon through my window and the cat on the stair
The noise from the high school when the home team was there
You’ve got a lot to live up to Chanhassen

A Message to My Oh Lucy Followers

Thanks to all who have continued to check for Oh Lucy posts over the last two months.
As much as I love to write there are times when life turns upside down, temporarily, and the last two months were about as topsy turvy as it gets. 


With the Lord's help and the help of family and friends, who I will never be able to thank enough, my ship has been righted and there is smooth sailing ahead.


What else would I do after a life changing experience but share it with you.

August In The Midwest

The mornings are drenched in dew that clings to everything it touches, coating even the silken strands of a spider web. The heat comes early and tries to claim each droplet as the cool earth pulls it back into white waves of fog before letting go. As the sun climbs higher the fragrances of the wet grasses and musty soil give way to ripening fruit and the earthy smell of mushrooms and nuts.

The sun, intense and relentless, fills the days with heat and humidity, helping to slow the frantic pace of parades, picnics and family vacations. The sounds of fireworks and brass bands are replaced by a symphony of insects and birds that reaches a crescendo with the rhythm of the cicadas. The trees, so laden with leaves they seem weary from holding them up, are motionless in the still heavy air.

The evening ushers in breezes with a hint of coolness but so thick with moisture that they seem to caress the skin. The cool clamminess is a welcome exchange for the stinging heat of the days. The night song of crickets and frogs join together, rhythmically rising and falling like the chords of an organ, soothing and peaceful.

August is not the end of summer it is the peak of summer. It is God’s nature on joyous display and a time to rest, before the harvest, in the fullness of His creation.