I’m going to introduce the cast of characters around here below, but this is a good place to explain the name of the blog. I’ve been both a camper and a camp counselor quite a bit, so some of my best memories come from camps. One of my favorite camp songs is laid out below, and sums up my feelings about life, the universe, and everything in the way of good songs.
On the Loose
Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
Have you slept beneath the moon and stars with a pine bough for your head?
Have you sat and talked with friends, though a word was never said?
Then you’re like me and you’ve been on the loose.
On the loose to climb a mountain,
On the loose where I am free.
On the loose to live my life,
The way I think my life should be.
For I’ve only got a moment,
And a whole world yet to see,
And I’ll be searching for tomorrow, on the loose.
There’s a trail that I’ll be hiking
Just to see where it might go.
Many places yet to visit,
Many people yet to know.
And in following my dreams,
I will live and I will grow,
On a trail that’s out there waiting, on the loose.
So in search of love and laughter,
I’ll be travelling through this land.
Never sure of where I’m going,
For I haven’t any plans.
But in time when you are ready,
Come and join me, take my hand.
And together we’ll find life,
Out on the loose!
This is my
second third fourth (I’ve now lost track) attempt at semi-regular blogging, so naturally the house is peaceful and contemplative so I can reach that zen zone, tucked in my perfectly organized and quiet little Instagram ready nook of writing happiness. There’s a soft tinkle of the desktop waterfall, and the giant white super fluffy cat keeps my lap warm and also photogenic. A cozy cuppa tea sits on the desk, next to my artsy little journal that I use to record my every precious thought.
Are you still with me? Good, now to give you a window into the true scene: We just purchased our first house, so naturally a good chunk of our lives are still in bins and boxes. Just glancing into our now full garage fills me with the desire to lay down and whimper. We have both reached the “burn it to the ground/dump it all at Goodwill” stage of unpacking. My new motto is “If I haven’t touched it for three months, do I really need it?” The World’s Best Husband (converted this spring from “World’s Best Boyfriend”) says our next move will never ever happen, we’ll be here til we’re deaaaaad! After loosing count of the moves I’ve made in a short three decades of life, I’m not inclined to argue.
I do, however, argue with the “no running in the house” rule. This place is much larger than our old rental, and what seven year old boy and his Boxer dog best friend can resist sprinting full tilt around corners, sliding on the hardwood floors, and tripping over the carefully placed rugs? What mother can resist the sweet, sweet soundtrack of stomping feet, high pitched giggles drowned out by a squeaky dog toy, clicking dog nails and a random thump, just loud enough it might require investigation, followed by the husband’s yell of “NO RUNNING IN THE HOOOOOOOUSE!”?
Such sounds are my cue to burrow deeper in the chair or hammock, exchange a casual glance with El blanco diablo gato Wilson, and resist raising the “I told you so” eyebrow at the husband. My other response, depending on the day, is to plant a quick kiss on his forehead and hustle for the front door. My riding clothes are already on and bucket of gear in hand as I bolt for the barn and a day in the saddle of whatever mount I manage to steal/borrow/beg/pay my way onto at that particular moment. Really, either scenario is equally valid.
Our lives together are really just beginning, despite this summer marking four years of building our little family. Endurance obsessed wife who only cooks breakfast food; video game buried husband who somehow convinced me to live across the street from my in-laws; little blonde kid who eats chapter books for breakfast and goes through jeans and shoes at an alarming rate; gentleman Boxer who makes people stop and stare; giant white cat and now the house, an interesting new character in it’s own right whose quirks we discover anew each day.