September

Earth, Wind and Fire:

"Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember - how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah.

Hey hey hey,
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day"


That wasn't my September at all. Mine sucked thankyouverymuch.

Glass Half Empty... there were good points but they're currently cowering under two looming shadows being cast by that nasty villain: C A N C E R.

My best friend over here has, after a year, finally convinced the NHS to have a look at a "cyst" on her neck. It is a tumor. She will begin an aggressive attack on it beginning next week. This news came after my Step-dad was diagnosed with cancer of the Prostrate. I hate cancer.

Last night I went to bed with a distracted mind.

•  Of course, I'm still keeping tabs on the oldest who has relocated himself closer to his recruiter while he waits for the 6-8 months it will take to see if he can enlist and enlist for the job he wants or for the ones he will settle on. He has a job interview on Monday for some income while he waits. His shoes are duct-taped. We transferred money to his account so that he can get new shoes and new trousers (he's dropped a lot of weight preparing for the AF) before his interview.

• Son # 3 has lost his new hoody bought at Disney World which means I am on the hunt. For that and his PE shorts.

• Thursday is a day of "Beat the Schedule" since Hubby is working nights and I have to be in two places at once. I will drive into town to get one son from Rugby practice, drop the other one off at football practice, take the two little ones with me to Young Women, only to leave immediately to pick up the football kid. I will then get them all home at 9.20 for baths and bed by TEN on a school night. So I herd them all around the house to get everything ready for the busy day.

• October is a sacred month. I love Autumn. I love decorating, baking, carving pumpkins and making caramel apples.  Unfortunately, it never happens like that because we are always running. It's getting worse as the kids get older. I vowed that this October would be different, I am saying NO to anyone who tries to run off with my calendar.   Famous last words.  Last week, I began ticking off days... tick, tick, tick-- what the heck? Most of it's full and nothing I can really say NO to.

Going to bed with a distracted mind means waking up in a fog... it means I am less than thrilled when the phone is ringing before 8. It means I glare at my husband as he comes down the stairs carrying a phone while telling the person on the other end that he's looking for me (I'm packing PE kits).

When I realize it's Son #1, anxiety sets in. He needs to talk to us. I just talked to him before I went to bed. No, he needs to talk to US. At the same time.

"Is the girlfriend pregnant?" I wonder to myself. My heart slips into my thighs trying to fight it's way to my feet.

"I'm in."

"You're in? You're in what?"

"I'm in. The Air Force. I enlist on Wednesday, they're fast-tracking me because my job is available."

Hallelujah. Thank you Lord.

September may have just redeemed herself.   

Hey hey hey,
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - forget about the cloudy days...