Glorious St. Anne, I beseech thee to grant me guidance in finding all of those things that I have lost.
I also ask that you provide me with the foresight to put things in places that I will remember. Amen.
You guys will appreciate this . . .
Moving day started today! Rumor has it a big moving van showed up at my house and some men started boxing up my house in Round Rock, courtesy of my husband's new company. I only know this second hand because I'm in Lampasas in the middle of a nursing home survey. I'm singing praises to the Gods in the Heavens, Mother Earth, the cosmos and the universe, the Ying and the Yang . . . for anything and anyone who had a hand in arranging for some strong men to do all the labor, and let me just stress from afar.
My big assignment for our move was to find my Saint Anne figurine to watch over my move – to be our protector of lost objects – to make sure every thing was accounted for and found it's proper place in the new house. Only, I have the box she came in and the prayer card she came with, but . . .
I've lost my Patron of Lost Objects!
Oh, this is not good.
What is good . . . My Caitlin landed safely in Costa Rica and is having amazing, over-the-top experiences. She's blogging about her new life there, and you can follow her adventures at her new blog, Quarter Life Caitlin. I know I'm completely biased, but I think she's an amazing writer writing about amazing things. You might enjoy a peak.