Tickety-Boo

I keep starting blog posts that decide that they want to be about very big important topics that demand much explaining and context and several flashbacks as well as an earnest paragraph on my hopes for the future and then the entire story retold from the spoodle's point of view. I quickly come to realise that the post I'm working on is going to take FOREVER to obsessively craft, check, check again, check once more in preview mode, post, see a typo immediately after doing so, correct and post again, then check once more, just to make sure and then get a comment and have to immediately re-read the post to contextualise it, because it comes from a perspective I hadn't considered. So then I decide to avoid all that and come back to that post when it's not 11pm and start something else, a little lighter, that after a whimsical paragraph of introduction decides (much to my annoyance, I might add) that it too wants to be about a very big important topic and then I repeat the whole saga.


So I've been writing; just not posting, which I don't think counts. It might, however, depend how you answer that question about trees falling in the forest and nobody hearing. I've also been writing long posts and then deleting them without publishing them, which is also annoying since I'm really not so prolific that I can afford to be deleting my earnest outpourings. Mostly I've just been trying to write a simple little family update and you wouldn't think that it would be that difficult since things are really rather tickety-boo for us right now, but it is and I've already abandoned a post attempting to explain why tonight, so I'm steering well away from that. Instead, prepare to be shocked and amazed as I post "Three Things Too Boring to be in Posts by Themselves".


I wrote that post about G the other day, because I had been asking myself all day how I felt about his suicide. The answer was, 'Not much at all really, just a little odd.' But your comments really spoke to me. I know that I'm loving that shower curtain a little more every day. The following afternoon, I was hanging washing out, my mind jumping from thought to thought, when I felt the quiet around me telling me to slow down for just a moment and take a deep breathe and right then I felt something return to me, some little beloved part of myself that I didn't even realise I'd lost when I burned the bridge that led back in time to my unhappy life with G. Another circle closing.

Ni was working on her own drawings one day last week, so I took a few minutes to join her for the week's drawing session. She set me the assignment of drawing her little mascot, Cassie. Wawa participated by adding some colour to the finished artwork.

If this next item were interesting enough to warrant a post of its own, it would be called, 'How I Killed Christmas', but technically, it was just our sweet little Christmas tree that I murdered and the how isn't much of a mystery. I just forgot to water the poor thing the whole time it was inside being festive. Oops. Sorry little tree.

Hmmm... And now it's nearly 1am anyway. So much for avoiding a time-consuming post.