“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.”

 Albert Einstein

I’m not sure how I’m feeling these days.  I was thinking maybe the word surreal fit.  So I Googled (it’s a verb right?) the definition of surreal and got this:  having the qualities of surrealism.  Fat lot of good that did me.

Although we love our 1904 classic American house – we cannot honestly say it has ever truly felt like, home.   I know, sounds odd, right?  The life of an innkeeper is so different than the so-called ordinary life; it’s a little hard to put into words.

I just finished reading a post written by our friend, Will.  I got to the end of the last paragraph, dried my eyes and immediately emailed Will and asked him if I could publish his post on my site.  Fortunately, he said, “Yes.”

It’s the title of my – our – life these days.  Organized chaos.

Here’s the thing, we actually closed escrow on the sale of Abigail’s on March 31.  Yep. It’s true.  And let no one have any doubt that I can keep a secret.  Ha!

“It’s so nice to see someone who eats so much fresh food,” said the man standing in line behind me at the Costco check out. I turned, smiled, and replied, “Well, the truth of the matter is I own a B&B in Ashland and this is my weekly run.”

I didn’t realize it had been so long, but turns out I haven’t written a letter to myself since June 19, 2013.  My bad.  I’ve been busy.  I know, that’s not an acceptable excuse, but what can I say?  I haven’t been paying attention.  I’ll get better.

My friend, Tasha, posed the question to her Facebook group, “What did you do for fun as a child?”  For whatever reason, her question stayed with me all day.  I kept running the question through my head trying to recall childhood memories of myself at play.  I’m not sure why the question struck such a chord with me; maybe it’s because of the atrocities taking place in parts of the world – and here in the US.

I think the biggest misconception about B&B’s – for people who have never stayed at a B&B, or for those who are just unaware – is that a B&B is not a hostel.  And, there are those who do not seem to understand the difference.

One of the best gifts ever given to me by my monkey sister – aside from lifelong unconditional love and friendship – was an invitation to visit their little piece of paradise on the shores of the Sea of Cortez, near el Cardonal, Mexico.  Okay, wait, that’s a complete lie.  We invited ourselves, they really had very little say in the matter.

The Great Southern Oregon Give-a-way has come to a close and congratulations to our winner, Betsy.  Thank you to everyone who entered – we had an incredible 595 entries!

A package arrived yesterday.  I’ve been eagerly anticipating it’s arrival.  Inside there was a book and a pair of socks.  It doesn’t take much to make me happy.  But this was not just any book, nor just any pair of socks.