Monday, August 8, 2022

Sometimes dreams do come true . . .












And when they do . . .




I don't know about anyone else, but when i have a dream come true, I squeal.




Loudly.




And then, when the wish involves travel, I start planning.




Even when the wish trip is over a year away.




Donald and I are taking a Christmas on the Seine river cruise.   Next year.




Plenty of time to plan.




And to be excited!




We won't be cruising during Christmas, but we will be cruising during the season, and (from Viking) will be able to  "Embrace the holiday season with a taste of Joyeux Noel. Explore Paris, France’s twinkling “City of Light.” Sail through the snow-covered landscapes of Normandy’s countryside and admire the scenes of fairy-tale villages along the way. Enjoy the scented aroma of mulled wine and roasted chestnuts amid a festive backdrop of Christmas markets. Onboard festivities include regional dining specialties, seasonal treats and more to celebrate the holidays."




Squeeee!




I know some of you hate winter, hate snow, and this cruise would not interest you in the least.  Might even sound like a circle of hell.




Donald and I, however, are tickled pink and excited. This is a dream trip for us.




So.




Anyone who has taken a winter river cruise - we're accepting all suggestions. Especially on clothes we should be prepared to take with us. Thankfully, living in the mountains means we're used to cold weather and are fairly well stocked with winter gear. Still, packing for an 8 day winter cruise with a few stops for excursions along the way will present challenges.


In the meantime . . .


Squeeeeeeeee!!!!!










Friday, August 5, 2022

And, the week comes to an end




I've been a bit of a wreck this week, truth be told.


Donald has a yearly motorcycle/camping trip he takes from these mountains to the Outer Banks, and he's gone for 3 nights.


He left early Tuesday morning.  





But he's now safely back home.  Safe and sound.


I fret and pace the entire time he's gone.


 He's good about calling and checking in, but still. Simply said, i hate it.


And Annabelle hates it more. All told, she is a Daddy's girl, and she has shown me her ass these few days.


And what have i been up to while he's been gone?


Well.




I've watched entirely too many episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress."

and

I have dumped every item out of my dresser drawers onto the bed,  made a "to be donated" pile of sweaters I no longer wear, tossed a bunch of raggedy ass underwear, found some missing jewelry (Hooray!!!), and put the rest back in the drawers using some organizers i bought from Amazon.

I am so proud.

Drawers never looked so good and i am wondering what took me so long to use these handy things!


From this:




To This!:







And more organizers are on the way.  I am on a roll.

Happy to have my guy back home, Annabelle is happy, and dresser drawers are on the road to being organized.

Life is good.