Withdrawal

What else is there to say?

Nothing, that's what. So I'll watch this one more time and then go to bed.

So long, farewell.

Seriously. The BYU / Gonzaga Game was one of the best basketball games I have ever seen. Maybe the best. It was fantastic to watch. It was so good, I seriously thought about watching it again. Maybe I still will.

Sadly tonight was a little off for the Cougs. Florida got by them. And we had a rough time getting our shots to fall ("our shots" like I'm on the team ~ hah!) And Jimmer Fredette: I'm going to miss watching him play. This basketball season has been a lot of fun.

stream of consciousness

Things slowed down in the subsequent years, months, weeks. Not that the children didn't do funny things anymore, of course they did. But there were a few more of them now, and just keeping up on the housework and the homework and the rest of the list of things to do, it took more time. And having the time and mental energy to share it out to the world slipped away a little bit. It was all in the living now. Just in the now. And though there were still the friends, stalwart in their posting (some making money, too!) many of them had also stopped the regular flow of life updates, except maybe for the occasional tweet. Life was happening. Kids were growing up. Some people needed to keep writing constantly and others, not so constantly. And she was a not so. Also, she was thinking of taking up painting. But in between the loads of laundry, the dance practices, and the weekly university basketball games, in between the meal times, the family gatherings, the negotiations, there was just enough time to be. And that time to be was crucial. And worth gathering. Even if it meant that somethings, and some dreams, slipped out of her hands. If only for awhile. It was what it was. And it was okay.