Finding Joy in Snarkville

I’ve been composing a post in my head for a couple of days — which frankly isn’t the best place for it.  Well, I’m typically doing this composing as I’m falling to sleep, so does anyone want to hazard a guess if I remember much?  So, I thought today would be a tribute to all the things I’ve been meaning to tell you, I’ve forgotten, and perhaps, still don’t remember.  And, as if this is new, here’s a list…

1. I want to tell you how much I’m missing Mir right now.  Her hosting provider had a major failure and the outage is going on something like 72 hours thus far.  I’m in withdrawal. Don’t bother the link, it is there for when she comes back live.  It is my hope that she doesn’t enjoy these three or so days off and wonder why she does this little blogging thing.  The worry, I tell you.
2. I want to tell you that our little Sea Socks group topped 108 people last night.  I want to tell you that I’m calm, organized, and well, not breathing into a paper bag all the time — but that would be a lie.  Yes, I’m a wee bit overwhelmed, in the good way — like that feeling when you are about to step out on stage and you get a glimpse of the audience and realize, “People came; people actually showed up and they seem to WANT to see me,” After which you throw up a little in your mouth.  You go on and take that first step and all those hours of practice come back to you and in micro-seconds you forget about the audience staring and go through the motions you’ve learned, you walk, you talk — and then you step off stage and it hits you again, “I survived and I feel good.”  Yup, this is exactly like that.
3. I want to tell you about how my insurance company took 7 calls, two weeks, and many gray hairs to get a referral for which each of the 7 people I spoke to agreed with me, “this shouldn’t be this hard.”  I’d also like to tell you that this is over, but I’m having to make call 8 today — though the message promises me that I’m just calling in to get the doctor’s name and number.  Wish me luck.
4. I want to tell you a few of the incredible things that Duke has said lately, but for the life of me I need to write them down.  Last night was a running a dialog that I thought might be totally blog-worthy, but alas, I don’t remember much of it, except him trying to explain to me what he wants for Christmas and that includes the ‘fairy castle’ from a toy catalog we got.  I tried to tell him it was for girls (I’m know I’m going to be booted from the politically correct bus) and he told me it wasn’t for girls — girls weren’t allowed in Fairy Castles, it’s for boys.  Alrighty then.  For the record, he also has a strong desire for most every other toy in the catalog — not at all unlike a certain Queen with the Sears  Wishbook.
5. I want to tell you about my youngest cat, who while still very much a kitten, rules.  He has never met a bowl of food he doesn’t LOVE and need.  He is growing like a weed (paws are still huge).  He attacks toes whenever he can.  And he’s still purring loudly.
6. I want to tell you about the puke (because I know some are so interested in that).  We had to change foods again, because the store was out of what we thought was the right answer.  Since the day we switched we have had ONE puke — that was weeks ago and that includes the oldest who normally has to puke a new food for a week before ingesting.  No, Beth, we didn’t go raw — I’m still thinking.  But we are pleased with the results of this last food switch.
7. I want to tell you that I’m still not fully unpacked from my last trip — but that’s too embarrassing.
8. I want to tell you how much I dislike November in the blog world.  There’s a movement some are part of called oh heck– it is stupid contraction of a bunch of words to me “Blog More” — it is a self challenge to blog daily or at least daily for the month of November.  Now, I love the blogs, I love to read good blogs.  However, even those who already post once a day who are writing more, at some point, you are just pushing it.  I don’t know, I’m jaded and perhaps bitter.  But one of the reasons I slowed on the blogging was I got to feeling it was all cat puke all the time.  I know my knitters would like more knitting content and I will have some, promise.  But I’m not in the place that has material for daily postings — and I keep wondering if I did, if I’d be at the bottom of the barrel of topics.  Who’s up for a post about my dream last night when I dreamed I was sleeping and my cats wanted to snuggle and then there was a heard or ducks (including the cute yellow babies) who wanted to cuddle — um, when do ducks cuddle?
9. I want to tell you so much more — but alas, I forget…

So, there — enjoy the things I’ve forgotten to share — perhaps I’ll write down the next topic I can’t wait to share with you and then promptly forget.

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