The puzzle of life has more pieces than any you can buy at the store. It’s been a strange week and it’s only Wednesday. The eighth full moon of the year smiled at me last Friday. Since then, the sun has made an appearance most every day and the forecast is for more of the same. Summer arrived in Seattle in the middle of August this year. It got me motivated and I have been busy prepping my deck the last couple days so I can re-stain it.
Today, I stripped the old stain away. That gunky stuff is slippery when wet, especially barefoot. In the raw deck boards, I recognized claw scratches left behind by my old yellow lab buddy, Parker. He’d dig in and jump off the deck to retrieve a ball. I miss that guy; he suffered a couple summers ago through record high temperatures. But, he is somehow in a strange way still connected to me. His autograph is etched in my deck.
Last night I got an email from a mom of one of my former exchange students. She’s coming to my town this weekend. I visited her when I was in Sweden maybe fifteen years ago. We hosted many exchange students over the years, some for a few weeks, others for a year. Quite a few have come back to visit. Some have returned more than once and brought their siblings and children here too. I still stay connected with some of them. This will be the first mom to visit. Her daughter lives in London with her husband and young son. I was just chatting with her online after the riots there to make sure she was alright. I am really excited that the mother of my exchange student daughter wants to visit me. It’s somewhat surprising who you stay connected with and who fades away.
Family friends for twenty-five years dropped off their two one-pound Yorkies for us to dog sit until Sunday. My thirteen pound monster of a dog, whose neutered, thinks he’s Romeo. Four hours later, they called a truce and formed a pack. Fifteen pounds of trouble roam my backyard on twelve legs. They are now a herd united, organized and connected. I’m never going to get my deck re-stained with these trouble makers. As much as I tried, fist pounding puzzle pieces didn’t work on the kitchen table. I love how we all interconnect somehow anyway.