How beautiful to sleep, sleep, sleep…. So cozy and comfy. Mornings like this are the best. I spent the morning on FB, with kind support
from a high school friend. Words like
his give me hope that maybe it isn’t all for naught. I <very often> feel out of the game,
like an outsider looking in, watching everyone with their happy lives. NOT that I’m not happy, but man, it sure
would be fun to share the joy.
There was SO much to do – Mags and I left around 11:30 (an
hour after planned departure time) and left Ethan home with stuff to do as he
is not on top of his game. We had a game
plan, post office first, but couldn’t
get oil changed til 2, so we got everything else taken care of. My neck is in massive pain lately this must be stress as it cannot be related
to heavy boobs. I was concerned because
there were no noble firs in our usual go-to spot. We headed dooowwnnn the hill to another rlot
and I swore that if they had nobles, I would return the next year. Looks like we’re going there next year! Also, the guy had a rad chainsaw that he recommended. I will look into one.
On the way home after getting the Christmas tree, Mags
started recording me (again) without my knowledge. Those kids have a whole stash of audio (and
lately video) recordings of me which makes me truly question if I’m not bipolar
on the manic side. HOW THE HELL are they
doing as well as they are?!?!? I worry about my sanity. The COOL thing is...when I am with my kids, I let go, I can be ME because they (and only they) know ME. I do not have to impress them or try to look or act a certain way to catch their attention or adoration. We go through thick and thin together. So yes...the video I added is silly..and no, I'm not generally a helium-infused looney who needs mental aid, but sometimes, when the day just got right (because we have a noble fir in tow), I'm "like a one-eyed Cheshire, like a diamond-eye Jack."Mags and I dropped off the tree and headed to get the oil changed. It was a lovely facility, snacks, free soda, Stephen King, but we ended up waiting an hour and a half. On a very-busy-day-like-today-with-so-much-to-do, that is no bueno. WE trimmed the tree in the front yard, bought road-trip snack stuff and headed home to make pecan tassies for the neighbors and such. I.do.not.know.why.I .feel.the.need,to.bake. Maybe I just don’t know how to relax.
Ethan tried assembling the preamp with the receiver and
turntable…no luck. He suggested I “call that
guy” who sold it to me or post a picture on FB.
My plan is to have L come by to pick up kids around 9:30 and hook it all
up. <thumbs up> I am so
tired. It was a great day, indeed…lots
of 80s rap as we finished up the baking..Ethan had my Buddhist bells out (he
had just finished smudging) and it worked very well with either a Young MC, Vanilla Ice, Run DMC or some other song. <I just realized my neck may be hurting because I do "rap head" when I hear a rap, which involves me shaking my head back and forth in a very uncomfortable way>. I hope Buddha doesn’t strike us down. I’m so excited about tomorrow (two big
surprises up my sleeves) and our road trip.
No dogs (they’ll be with Carolene here at the house) and so.much.fun.
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