As you can tell, I remembered. But just LOOK at this place. The format for entering a post is all different. I don't even recognize the screen. Shaking my head. Things have gotten all modern-y and stuff while I've been gone. It's not like it was (back in April--- date of last post) when I used to walk 10 miles to school barefoot in the snow.
Geez.
At least there's still a bright orange, hard to miss PUBLISH button. I think I can still remember how to do this.
I miss this place, different as it may look now. I remember when I felt clever and funny, and this was the place to be me. I could make myself laugh and laugh and laugh with posts about nothing and everything.
I've been REALLY REALLY grumpy lately. It occurred to me that I haven't had a "just me"day in quite awhile. Maybe this is part of the problem. I'm sort of that person who needs to just walk around the mall by myself and not talk to anyone for an hour in order to feel recharged. That has not happened. I'm trying to devote a few minutes of just sitting here, in this spot, writing. I don't have much to say, but maaaaaybe my mood will improve if I just force myself to ramble. I want to be fun to be around again.
School has started again. Duh. It's October. I have a great class, and while we have our fun, I sure wish I could have as much fun as Emma when she goes to school.
Or at least as much fun as that kid rolling around on the ground behind her.
Jack is loving school - but what else is new? His teacher is my best pal and twin from whom I was separated at birth (of course overlooking that fact that we look not much alike at all and... um... that we were born in different years.) But anyway, we think it's funny that Jack is in her class. I get to hear Jack stories from a whole new perspective. And sometimes I get to hear that he's not at all what I imagined as a student... and I mean that in a good way. Well.. crap... how can I mean that in a good way when it sounds like I'm saying that I previously imagined him in not a good way? That's not what I mean to say... having.trouble.describing.
I guess I just imagined Jack a little daydreamy and shy. Danavee reports that he is well-liked, pretty darn with-it, and can even be a bit of a ham. Weird. I like hearing Jack stories though. It's fun as the Momma across the hall.
In other Jack news, he thinks he can whistle now.
Not quite, buddy. But... almost. Maybe.
In Emma news, she's learning to read some very early beginner books. That's so fun.
In cat news, Cookie was locked in this closet for the entire day today. Her meows even sounded hoarse from what I imagine was her calling out "I'm in here and shouldn't be!" to an empty, empty house for 10 hours straight.
Cookie had an awful day.
In fish news, Blue is feeling blue. He lays on the rocks at the bottom of his tank most days, refusing most food and interaction. I can't quite figure out what's wrong with him. The Internet says he may have something call fin rot. (The medicine I administered did nothing to perk him up, unfortunately.) So I consulted the Internet again, and another suggestion says that maybe he just needs a fish lady friend.
Come on, Blue. This house can't take a fish death. Not allowed, young man.
While our pets have seen better days, Emma's Bill Cosby impression has never been better.
No. Emma is not imitating Bill Cosby. But I'm onto something, right? Right?!
Jack. Holding a 2012-13 school picture of Jack. This kid's cute.
I'll wrap up now. Maybe I'll just tell Blue that he needs to take up blogging. It makes ya feel better, I'm tellin' ya.
My heart just soared when a post popped up in my feeds. This basically makes my day.
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe Cookie was shut in a closet all day. And it kind of is funny.
Emma is reading. This is crazy times.