All your ideas from my last post have me wishing I had a wet bar in every room of my house. Thanks for all your input and creative advice. I’ll update you when I decide which great idea I’m going to choose. For now, I have a lot on my mind, but not much to say. Nothing is wrong but things are not quite right, either.

I haven’t named my house yet. I thought it would come quickly once we moved in. But just like those boxes in the garage, she is slow to open herself up to us. It is taking more time to know her than I thought it would. And it has me grumpy.

We have ground bees in our yard. I know they have to go. The problem is, I just finished reading The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. I know all about the bees. And I feel so guilty for killing them.

I saw Mama Mia! in the theater and it was awesome. I had to grip my seat to keep from skipping down the dimly lit aisle with my hands waving in the air, singing “See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen!”

These thoughts may seem disconnected to you. And in many ways, they are. But in my head, they all run together like a tri-colored ball of play-doh: Grumpy. Guilty. Glee.

My dad always tells me I need to lighten up. That sounds nice…to be light. I know he is right, that it is possible to live life lightly. These days, though, the layers of my existence are coming to the surface through little things like bees and songs in movies.

I’m sorry if this doesn’t makes sense. I’m sorry to be clouding up your sunny Monday with crazy chats that don’t connect. I’ll try to have more of a point next post. In the meantime, if you feel as though you’ve seen enough house photos on my blog to get a feel for the name of my house, let me know. This silent treatment she’s been giving me is getting old.