Broken record
I’ve almost certainly posted this video before, but Mom and Dad were telling me about playing in the leaves with Gaby yesterday, and I was reminded of it. And I love it. It’s super cute.
Month: November 2014
I’ve made no promises!
I just checked, and it turns out I didn’t actually publicly declare my intention to post something here every day in November (my version of NaNoWriMo, which, turns out, is an actual thing, as I discovered by reading Ms. Wombat’s blog). And it’s good that I didn’t publicly declare my intention because I’ve already failed, having skipped Sunday the 2nd. So let’s just say I didn’t even privately declare any such intention and move on. Nothing to see here. Except when I post something. Which will happen every once in a while. “Every once in a while” might look a bit like “every day”, but let’s not raise expectations. Expectations lead to obligation. I don’t want any more obligations.
Making an effort to relax (Is that an oxymoron?) (YOU’RE an oxymoron.)
I don’t want to be stressed. So I’m declaring the house a stress-free zone. (We’ll ignore the fact that the house is part of the problem.) I don’t want to mix home-time with the outside world. I’d like to come home and just relax. If it’s not in the house, I don’t want to think about it. Tonight has been a good start. John was home when I got home, and we sat down to eat. Watched an hour of TV, and now we’re listening to classical music and playing on our laptops at the dining room table. Bedtime is not far off (tomorrow morning starts at 4:45), and tomorrow night I might try going back to yoga. I want time that is quiet and peaceful and smells like lavender. (I always want to spell “lavender” like “calendar”, but I get to the -dar at the end, realize it’s wrong, wonder why it’s wrong, change it, and move on. Every time.)
If I have to deal with winter (it got dark so EARLY), I want my winter to be warm and cozy and quiet and relaxing and you know, since our house isn’t selling, that doesn’t seem like too much to ask. I want to stay HOME.
If you didn’t come to party, don’t bother knockin’ on my door
I saw a girl wearing a TARDIS dress at the movies last night.
Immediate reaction: “That’s cool.”
Follow-up: “I wonder why she’s wearing it. There’s nothing Doctor Who-related going on at the theater tonight.”
Realization hits: “Oooooohhhhh. It’s Halloween. Right.”
I told her I liked her dress.
I think I want one.