Musings of the MIA

Winter has finally let go of her grip in the Windy City.  While the temperature is still not to this Southern Gal’s liking, we are on a positive track towards “wiggle your toes” weather.  All around me I’ve heard, “Oh, the past two winters have been mild.”  Let’s clarify what mild means to Kimmielou…..mild is 50’s in the winter…not high 20’s.  Clearly, we have a language barrier.  Ok, enough of me lamenting winter.  At least I am fair…..I lamented winter when I lived further south too.  I’m an equal opportunity lamenter.

Life has been slow for the most part, with the occasional perk of activity.  The big news of the day is our baby boy has walked across that college stage…college diploma one is in the books..now onward to the Eastman School of Music in the fall for that masters!  It was a whirlwind of stress and excitement during the auditions, waiting for results, choosing where to go.  When you have whittled away at your “Josh, we would love to have you” options and are staring at Eastman and Juilliard as the last two standing…..well….our kiddo went with his heart…his dream school since tenth grade.  I joke that he is basically going to school in Canada..I mean for real…I think you can see Canada from the shore of the lake on the Rochester, NY side.  (Hey…if you can see Russia from Alaska….this has to be true too.)  IMG_2819

The health saga is still in gear, but as it has become clear no one knows what to do about it…I’ve chosen to kinda ignore it for the summer.  If it works for the ostrich, it can work for me as well.  My secret plan (idea) is that the rapture is going to take place very soon and the issue will resolve itself.  (Seriously…you gotta admit..when you see this insanity we call our “Presidential Election” process….end times make a whole lot of sense.) (That’s about ten blog posts that well, I won’t even dare start….)

I suppose the highlight in the hacienda these days is my “I’m kinda joking…or not” on tiny houses or some modular type home on an acre of land…simple life….I think of my Aunt and Uncle in the Pickwick area…and they have lived what we call ” a simple life” for all of their lives and seem blissfully happy..even in the storms of life.  Things most of us fret over..well…not even part of their day.  My perfect idea is for each family member to own their own tiny house, connected with walkways…and then a wall around our “compound.”  I mean, we gotta think ahead to the zombie apocalypse.  Better to be prepared..and I am told my TN family has quiet the ammunition stockpile.

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The Struggle Towards Summer Is Real In Chicago…..

Outside of these musings and well, my joy in getting to hear Christine Caine speak (for free) and being able to worship live with Christy Nockels…life is rolling along.

So, that’s the excitement in this household of late.  My babies are growing up way too quickly…miss them daily…my kiddos are getting older and I’m still staying 40 (It’s a miracle.)….now I must go…time to look at more tiny houses and where I can park it on the beach..for the rest of forever.

A Mom’s Trip

Our son’s college graduation is coming at us at warp speed.  I am convinced there is someone sitting somewhere that has the job of turning the hands of time at “light year” speed when your last child enters college.  If I ever find this person, I plan to take them out…I am MOM; I have superpowers.  With that ever increasing tick-tock towards graduation, I made a promise to myself to visit  monthly.  Whether there was a performance or not, if a weekend worked…I would be there.  Babies don’t keep, and babies in college certainly don’t keep.  We have no idea where he will be in August as graduate school begins…as the life of a classical percussionist/musician….you apply, you prescreen, you pray for the live audition and then you toss dandelions in the wind praying for one good acceptance with enough money attached that it works.  I do believe entry into medical school is probably easier..or at least less stressful.  Judged on ONE day….one performance.  And again, babies don’t keep.

So, it was a great price on airfare and off this Mom went to grab nuggets of time and create treasure boxes of memories before his next adventure begins.  I snagged a great deal on a rental car on “Name Your Own Price” on Priceline.  Who knew that this great deal would end up being a VERY great deal when I arrived in the town referred to as Nashvegas.  I know you are dying to know more of this story.  Well, here goes.  I get to BNA and go to the counter (I didn’t know that even though I used Priceline, I could still use my Emerald card.)  I noticed several folks hovering around waiting….I soon learned why.  The agent told me I could use my Emerald card and head straight to the cars.  I get there and well…no cars-refer back to folks hovering around comment.  (Seems there were several events in town.)  I was greeted and then told to go to the “Luxury” aisle and pick my car.  I ended up in a “all the bells and whistles” Ford Edge.  Not too shabby for the bargain price I bid hoping for a Nissan Altima! (This was my second very successful Priceline/Name Your Own Price in one month!) Onward to the son!

I am thankful that my sis lives in a popular southern suburb of Nashville.  Free room. It makes these trips easier on the wallet and it’s nice getting to spend time with her family too! There’s one thing about college boys that is universal.  Free food, feed them…they will come.  My college son introduced me to the wonderful hamburger that is offered at Fido’s.  It’s good stuff.  It was also nice to meet one of his friends that was working that night and the conversation over our dinner was awesome!  There may have been words used that I could have used a dictionary for, but there’s a saying in our house in those situations-“Smile and wave, just smile and wave.”

Our fabulous Mom/Son weekend included a trip to Newk’s, a high-school football game where we cheered on Grace Chapel, watching our Hogs lose to Texas Tech, a trip for some cheap Tex-Mex, brunch at “The Row”, and a quick lunch on my way out at “Frothy Monkey” by his campus.  “The Row” was a  new one for us, as we were originally planning on “The Tavern”, but hungry stomach’s noticed that “The Row” took reservations!  It was a great brunch option!  I will go back!

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Toss in some visits with my Dad and sis and her family…and a wonderful trip to Puckett’s-Columbia (The best one in my opinion.)  Super great weekend. Plus, a weekend with new shoes is always great….I think I have a problem.

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I was even able to connect with one of my Arkansas friends that was in town for their anniversary trip!

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I still cannot believe we are in that season where we have conversations about the active application process for graduate school.  Our weekend was spent in many conversations regarding his six school selection process and the methodical method he used to determine those six schools.  Hearing conversations about his passion for music, and his insatiable appetite for music knowledge.  Probably the most intense conversation of the weekend was after he had been to the David Platt convo-Radical.  There’s nothing more wonderful than hearing your child claim Christ in a very real and personal way.  To hear his concern over the area David Platt spoke on…..a very real concern.  Knowing his generation is being charged with reaching the world….the unreached….just a great conversation.

One little shout-out to the trip back to Chicagoland….we won’t mention my “wayward” luggage…..but we will shout from the rooftops how wonderful the cake is at “A Piece of Cake.”  I had never seen the little section in the ATL airport before.  Oh y’all, the strawberry cake was awesome!  If ever in the ATL, it’s worth the trek to Terminal A.

Babies don’t keep, and this baby is almost finished cooking.  Graduate school is quickly approaching and with that comes those last few strings being cut.  I’m not sure where time went, but it went far too quickly.  My Harry Potter has grown into this amazing man that I simply cannot believe God trusted me with.

Love those kiddos, time goes by quickly…..and to my Harry Potter, I love you to the moon and back and forever and always.