Change is good..

 

Monday, March 10       Monday dawned shrouded in a thick, ghostly fog, draping the world in a quiet, eerie stillness. The damp air clung to my skin as I ventured out, my footsteps muffled on the wet ground. The distant wail of the lighthouse foghorn echoed across the mist, its mournful sound weaving through the silence like a forgotten melody. Meanwhile, the lonely whistle of a distant train pierced the fog, its sharp, nostalgic cry evoking a sense of time slipping away, as if the world was stuck in a forgotten era.

The day passed uneventfully, wrapped in a haze of calm. But as evening fell, it brought with it the gathering at the Pharaoh’s Alabama meeting. It was a long, drawn-out affair, filled with discussions that seemed endless, each topic more intricate than the last. Despite having been a member for years, this was my first time attending, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of tradition pressing in as I sat among familiar faces, each one wrapped in their own thoughts as we navigated the evening’s deliberations.

Tuesday, March 11     "Freedom" was the word of the day—well, maybe not quite. The cast is finally off, but now I’m sporting a splint for the next few weeks. It’s a small step, but it feels like progress. No more doctor visits for a while—at least, that’s the hope. Here’s to a little more freedom, even if it’s just the tiniest bit!

Wednesday, March 12     Ah, Irish Week! Such a quirky little holiday, always sneaking up on you, never quite sure which day it'll land on. It’s a delightful mix of chasing leprechauns and nibbling on foods that are, well, a bit odd—who knows what you’ll end up with! Every mushroom or four-leaf clover feels like a mystery, hiding secrets and surprises just waiting to be uncovered. And to top it off, the moon was shining brighter and bigger than ever, casting a magical glow over it all. It felt like the perfect touch to an already enchanted week.

Thursday, March 13      Moving—well, at least offices. It’s time to say goodbye to the familiar Waker Lane location, and with it, a chapter closes. Moving always feels like a mix of uncertainty and possibility. There’s excitement for what lies ahead, but the path can also be rocky and filled with challenges. I can’t help but let the anticipation build, dreaming of something more, something better, just around the corner.

For now, though, the first step is working from home for a few days. With a broken wrist, I wouldn’t be much help anyway. But maybe this brief pause will give me the time I need to reset and prepare for whatever comes next.

Friday, March 14      Photos with the Bull – definitely the highlight of the day. Mapping out the Easter Egg Hunt with Darrin was next on the agenda, and I kept up with most of it, though there were a lot of moving pieces. This little event is shaping up to be a blast, full of surprises, prizes, and an egg hunt scattered all over Mobile. It’s been such a fun challenge to imagine how an Easter Egg Hunt in your car could actually work—turns out, it’s a bit more adventurous than I thought!
But the true cherry on top of the day? Stopping by Bama Bob’s to snap that classic photo with the bull. It’s one of those little things that just makes everything feel right, a perfect end to a day full of planning and dreaming.

Saturday, March 15     Strawberry season—thankfully, I didn’t miss it this year, despite the broken wrist. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get in on the action, but I bought a flat of those sweet, ruby-red berries anyway. Thankfully, all I had to do was slice them up and toss them in a bowl to chill in the fridge for a day. The real magic happened when I drained the juice into one bag and the pulp into another, both ready for the freezer. Later, they’ll turn into delicious jelly and jam, a perfect way to preserve the taste of spring for months to come. Even with a broken wrist, I found a way to make it happen—and I’m so glad I did!

Sunday, March 16    The Ice Cream Tour with the car club, held right after church, was an absolute blast! We had an amazing turnout, and our newest member, Rob, took the lead, guiding us all the way to Whitt Ice Cream in Daphne. 35 people showed up for some free ice cream, and the vibe was perfect. I treated myself to Almond Joy ice cream in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone—pure bliss! There’s just something about hanging out with fellow car enthusiasts that makes everything more fun. The old-school car hobby crowd knows how to enjoy the little things, and today was a sweet reminder of why I love being a part of this community.