Monday I leave for California, and I'm very excited! I get to spend a whole week just relaxing and enjoying spending time with my friend. Then, in a quirky twist of irony, I get to go to the opposite side of the country to celebrate Gemma and Josh getting married. In a way, it is bittersweet for me considering the pain of the last couple of months. But, pain lets you know you are alive. There isn't anywhere I would rather be, than there with them as my best friend marries the man she loves. Funny how just two short years ago I was in California celebrating with Julie and Andrew as they got married.
Found out that the accident that totaled Liz's car wasn't her fault after all. That is why she wasn't cited. The insurance and police believe that it was fraud and are pursuing it from their end. Fortunately, that means Liz doesn't have to worry about losing her insurance. She seems to be doing well in the weeks since her divorce. She said that when Jason told her that he didn't love her, she knew there was nothing left of them. But to be fair, Jason is damaged. I though we (my family) had issues until I learned about some of the things involved in his family and life. I'm glad she got out before another child was brought into that situation, before she was drug deeper into it.
Katie seems to be doing better since her break down. She called and asked me to come for a visit. Next Saturday I am off and asked Patrick if he would go down there with me. Grudgingly, he agreed to go. Granted, Mountainair isn't the most glamorous place in the world...certainly not the most glamorous place in NM, but my sister would like us to visit her and to see Grace. I think we can take one Saturday out of our summer and visit her.
Mike is going to be a father. The baby is due sometime in February and no one in my family has met the woman. She refused to go to my mother's birthday BBQ at the last minute and has refused other invitations. This does not bode well for future encounters with our new niece or nephew.
Lois is having a marvelous time in Norway. She and Jean have seen some amazing countryside and have nothing but praise for the people they have met. The pictures she has sent are absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, fish or some type of seafood is part of every meal, which pretty much takes Norway off the list of possible places to visit for Patrick.
The training is still going well. Running doesn't hurt anywhere near as much as it used to. It is getting easier and with the music I am able to find a rhythm and kind of zone out.
Patrick still loves the ED. He wants to work there after graduation and it sounds like he will be moving down to Albuquerque in January to "start his life". Have you ever wondered at change? How quickly it can happen...or how blindly we become to it when we don't like what we see? I have wondered a great deal about change the last couple of weeks. It is painful, hurtful, and sometimes all you want to do is curl up in a ball and wait for it to be over. But if change can take a caterpillar and turn it into something as beautiful as a butterfly, who is to say that it can't have the same effect on us?
