The universe is throwing a wrench in all of my plans lately. I've been mentally recounting the past few weeks and I'm fairly sure that this animosity is completely without karmic cause.
When our son was younger we would all stay at the State Park Campground when we went to the beach each year. It was cost effective and our son loved all things crawly and creepy so he loved it. For the past five years or so we've rented a beach house for the week instead, an upgrade I wholeheartedly approved of. I wilt in the heat, you know. Spurred by some nostalgia, my hubby recently brought home a new tent. The big family kind with rooms and a screen porch. No doubt he knew there wasn't a chance in hell of getting me to camp out in our old tent. That thing weighed roughly as much as a baby elephant and took about half a day of arguing to get it vertical. We actually dented the hood of our car one year when we dropped one of the poles while trying the pitch the thing after dark and spent the rest of the night up arguing over who's fault it obviously was. Good times.
So long story short, we planned a little outdoorsy getaway this weekend. But instead of loading the car up with marshmallows and sleeping bags, we're under quilts on the sofa watching the weather alerts and listening to the sirens wailing away. Severe thunderstorms and flash flood warnings. Thanks Mother Nature.
I had planned on updating my shop today also. I have a pile of new items to photograph but since I take my photos outside it seems they are going to have to sit there for a few more days. The weatherman says things will brighten Sunday, so look for a shop update Monday morning.
I'm thankful for our warm home and my favorite blanket but my heart is dreaming of spring. What are you wishing for today?