A Need To Write

Post 248

I am a jumble of emotions today so I need to write. Maybe that’ll help me sort them out. Work has been busy this week so I’ve been a little more stressed than I’ve been used to lately, and then because of the need to unwind, I haven’t felt like doing much in the evenings other than reading and playing a few games on my phone. I’d made pretty good progress on my spiritual teen adventure book, but the days are ticking by, and a couple weeks ago I felt capable of getting the first draft completely done by the end of the year, but now I think I’m going to have to step it up for that to be the case.

We’ve been in the process of finally selling Morgan’s car. A friend of a friend is in need of a car like Mo’s, so she, her son, and daughter-in-law came by a couple Saturday’s ago to check it out and they left very interested. We knew it needed an alignment, but we didn’t know what else might be wrong. Nothing seemed wrong, but to do the right thing, we wanted it checked out by a mechanic. The check and the alignment were completed today. I think this sale will go through, and if it does, I know I will see it as another “God being in the details” scenario, because I’ll actually get to “go visit” the car (lol) if I want to at the nearby school where this person works. I’m not sure I’ll do it very much, but if I want to I can. That’s actually a little comforting.

The car represents Morgan’s adult life to some extent. She’d had it since spring of 2017 at age 19. I had to point out and apologize for the embedded sand in many of the crevices. Even high-powered vacuum cleaners don’t seem to be able to get it all out, so it is what it is. We still need to clean out the glove box and the trunk which has some actual junk in it, but it’s just more to say good-bye to. They can keep all the loose change in the drink holder area. Morgan was not a stickler for car cleanliness. I almost think she used it as a litmus test for dating or even friendships. If people couldn’t accept that about her, then they weren’t her kind of person.

The other thing I need to write about is a confluence between a birthday and a dream. This past weekend out in California, hubby’s sister-Mo’s favorite auntie, celebrated her birthday along with her son, also having a birthday, who flew in from the other coast. Many members of the family had a good time together. Aunt Sheila’s birthday is actually today, so I texted my wishes and asked about the party. She said it was great, and one of the things they included was Chipotle for lunch so Mo would be included in spirit. Whenever Mo went out there for beach volleyball trips, Chipotle was on the agenda. (Practically wherever Mo went, Chipotle was on the agenda.) Her bowl? White rice, pinto beans, chicken, the chunky tomato salsa, sometimes a little corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, sometimes guacamole, and a little cilantro.

I then told auntie that her brother had a dream the other night: He was sitting on a couch and little Mo (similar age to the youngest pictures of the last post because I had shown him the specific pictures that day) sat next to him and he was so happy to see her and said, “Mo, I missed you!” Little Mo said back, “I missed you, too.” Hubby said, “Where have you been?” Little Mo said, “I was with Aunt Sheila.” Hubby said he could hear her cute little voice so realistically.

I shared that with Sheila in the texting conversation and she ended with “Best birthday present ever.”

I wanted to record all this in the blog because who knows how long before some of the details get rearranged or it gets forgotten altogether. We are so lucky when we get to see her in our dreams.

Time to stop writing this and work on my book…keep busy, keep busy, keep busy as much as I’m able. Thank you for reading!