During our carpool drive into work this morning, Drew tunes into the local Oldies station, while I try to stay awake in the passenger seat. I'm looking out the window and half-nodding off, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see Drew start to "dance."

First, he sweeps large vertical, then horizontal, strokes as his wrist bends with each stroke. Next, his index finger presses down on an imaginary nodule, as the horizontal, sweeping movements continue. Then his hand re-positions, as though he were holding a gun, never ceasing the grand gestures. Finally, his fist clenches around an imaginary handle, and the "W" strokes begin.

Can you guess what these new dance moves were emulating?

1) painting with a brush

2) painting with a spray can

3) painting with a Wagner sprayer

4) painting with a roller

Part goofball, part mime...back off ladies, he's all mine!

I think his inadvertent dance moves are his subconscious' way of begging for a house project, what do you think?

-Em

and a new attitude (hopefully). The blogging hiatus has been good for my psyche. I was feeling so overwhelmed with my health woes (and the emotional instability that piggy-backed right along), that I didn't feel I could devote any time to this hobby. Let me revise that statement: I could've devoted time to it, but I don't think any of you would've liked what you saw here. The ugliness was reserved for elsewhere.

There is a lot to catch you up on. Our yard is looking better than when we moved in--all of the weekends of yardwork has paid off. And Molly and Sammy are enjoying having free reign of the yard with the privacy fence. I have a lot of pictures of the yard to upload and share, too. And guess what? Drew and I bought bikes! Yikes! It has been fun making use of all the bike trails right near our house. We are definitely trying to make the most of being where we are right now, and I think it's helping get our minds off of other things, too.

Well, it's the first day of June. Though the calendar doesn't agree with me, I'm announcing today as my first official day of the summer...and I don't know about you, but (even if sometimes I don't want to, or it seems like too much), I plan to relish every minute of it.

My psychiatric advice to myself? Baby steps to the elevator. (Thanks, What about Bob?). 

I'll see you around.

-Em