Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Can you kill virtual fish?

Husband and I have a large portion of his family coming here to this house next Sunday for dinner.  It’s the family Christmas thing that we do most years.  It’s just that this year we couldn’t find a weekend prior to Christmas when everyone with small kids could come…and that’s the point of it all..that the smallest cousins get to see each other and play together once in a long while.

So anyway.  I have a whole bunch of people coming here.  Next week.  For a meal.  I have stuff to do.  Lots of stuff and if I look around the house I see dust on everything and piles of books and papers and…just…stuff that needs to find permanent homes or the garbage.  Which means I should be up and doing v.s. sitting on sofa and surfing.  If you know what I mean.

But here I am over at a blog of a woman that does full time RVing which you all know is a secret (and not so secret) wish of mine.  And she has these little virtual fish over in her left sidebar.  Now I know that she’s currently not in her RV at all but visiting her kids for the holidays…so I thought I’d feed her fish.  And then I got worried that the green one never seemed to get any food, and the red one was more agressive and I started trying to make sure that the green one got some food and then I just put in a lot of food for everyone and THEN I started to worry if a person could kill a virtual goldfish by feeding it too much.

Which makes me the official master of housecleaning avoidance.

By a long shot.


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It finally happened

My husband and I went to see the movie “Lincoln” last weekend.  Which was, by the way, incredible.  I checked online before we left to find when and where it was playing and noted tickets were $8.  I guess not so much, but I remember when…..ah well.  I digress.

We stopped at a nearby restaurant and had dinner before the show.  We dawdled.  Talked.  But still we were an hour early for the movie.  So after we got our tickets and the requisite popcorn we sat in a couple chairs in the lobby and people watched.  I was just fiddling around with the tickets when I noticed this:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADo you see it?  Right in the middle of the ticket.  Under the date.  First I noticed the price…$6.50.  Hmmm…maybe we were getting a matinee price.  But it wasn’t afternoon.  Then I saw it.

SENIOR

Really?  REALLY!?  We hadn’t asked for a senior price.  The guy at the ticket counter just looked at us and made the decision to give us a break.  We must look old.  I tried not to feel indignant and held myself back from marching over there and demanding to pay more money.  I stared at the ticket for a bit more, than showed it to my husband.

“Cool,” he said.  Hmmmmm…he has a point.

But we are not old.  Not by a long shot.  No way.

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Your ‘one place’

I was wandering around in blog-land -you know how that goes – you check someone’s blog, and they talk about another blog and you go there, and then over there, and the next thing you know you’ve found something interesting that makes you stop and think.   That’s what happened tonight.  It was an old blog entry I ended up visiting; a guy writing about traveling to your ‘one place,’   a place you’ve never been but would like to see before you die.  Sort of a one bucket bucket list.

You all know how much I love to travel, how I yearn for travel when I’m trapped in my beige cubicle, how I believe I was born a nomad.  So this concept intrigues me.  He writes about putting together a plan to see your ‘one place’ and his plan makes sense to me…take it in small steps and you’re very likely to make your dream come true.

So.  Where would my ‘one place’ be?  I’m thinking about it.  Where in the whole world would I really like to visit, somewhere I’ve never been, somewhere I wouldn’t likely go unless I actively planned?  I’m struggling with this, which surprises me.  For someone who wants to go go go it seems odd that I can’t put my finger on my very own one place.

Where would your one place be?

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Katie and I would like to wish all of you, all over the world, a wonderful holiday.  This year it will be just the three of us together, Katie, her Dad and me.  We will enjoy a quiet day, mixed in with a bit of barking at imaginary monsters at the front door.  She’s practicing that now.  Later on I’ll cook a holiday dinner for us and maybe we’ll watch a movie.  Or take a nap.  Simple, quiet ways to spend the one precious day off from work that I have.

Oh wait!  Katie says it’s CHRISTMAS Mama!  We have to have an adventure!  Well.  You never know.  A good romp at the park might fit into our simple family holiday.

And then a nap.


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Playing fetch with my Mama

Katie here.  I would just like to say that my Mama makes me play fetch.

If I don't look at her she'll let me take a nap.

If I don’t look at her she’ll let me take a nap.

We play fetch a lot.

I keep bringing her back the ball.

I keep bringing her back the ball.

And even though I get sort of bored with it, I continue till she gives up.

And keep bringing it back.

And keep bringing it back.

Cause it makes her happy.

It's a never ending job.

It’s a never ending job.

And that’s my job, to make my Mama happy.

Of course sometimes a girl's got to say enough!

Of course sometimes a girl’s got to say enough!

And I’m very good at it.  Don’t you know.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you very much.


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Hunting down a heffalump

Imported Photos 00139Last night at the end of a very long and difficult week I told my husband I had thought about checking into a hotel so that I could sleep all night and wake up when I woke up as opposed to when Katie-girl thought I should be up and on full alert.  We laughed about that a little bit and I said that I had high hopes of being able to sleep till 7 because it stayed dark later in the mornings and Katie hadn’t been all that eager to get up at 6 with me all week.  Perhaps she would stay asleep this dark December morning.

My husband, being the hero that he is, took Katie to sleep in the master bedroom with him and I got to sleep in quiet undisturbed luxury in the guest room.  I woke a couple of times, disoriented, but fell right back to sleep and dreamed long and complicated dreams none of which I can quite remember this morning.  I woke up on my own at 7:30!  It was a wonderful thing.

I got up and let Katie out of the other bedroom.  She appeared to be standing patiently by the door, though I hadn’t heard her bark.  How she knew I was up is beyond me.  Sheltie telepathy I guess.  She was very excited to see me, all wriggling and happy kisses.  I think she thought I had gone to that hotel after all.

I took her out to do her morning business and could see the tracks from the night before when my husband had taken her out while I was sleeping.  There was a big circle, his footprints in the middle and at least two rows of little paw prints  at the outside edge.  She’s a circle kind of girl.  This morning her nose went right down into the paw prints and she began to circle, faster and faster, huffing all the way, tracking some beast that had been in her yard.  I laughed at her and asked her if she was trying to track a heffalump.  (Do you remember the Pooh story in which he and Piglet were scared but bravely tracked the heffalump’s footprints around and around a big bush, noting there appeared to be more and more heffalump tracks as they went around?)  Katie huffed at me, tossed her head and did her jobs.  She does not like to be embarrassed by her Mama.

Inside we played a rousing game of fetch and then I promised her a game of Frisbee in the snow covered back yard later this afternoon.  She’s waiting for me at the back door now.  She’s going to make me pay for that dog free night of sweet sleep.

Yes she is.

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