Monday, January 29, 2007

What if this weren't a hypothetical question? (Unknown)

I really don't have anything to say, I just felt like saying something. Nothing exciting happened today. But then again, neither did anything horrible or terrifying. I got up, dressed, made it to work, and came home. The kids were sent to school, came home, and I even managed to make them a nice dinner. Probably the most exciting event was walking the dog this evening. I got to see the stars.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. (Jawaharlal Nehru)

Becky's back from her weekend in New York, and from all accounts she had a wonderful time. I'm so jealous! I love to travel, and a weekend in Brooklyn sounds like a lot of fun. But I was a good mommy, and let my baby have her big trip without me. Surprisingly, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I should be. Probably because I knew that she was in good hands. Cari may drive me crazy at times, but she's a terrific kid with a good head on her shoulders. And she's much better suited for city life than I will ever be.

This and That:

I had a call this evening from a high school friend. She and her husband are coming to Florida in February, and we'll have a chance to get together. I can't wait. I missed my 20th reunion this past fall, so it'll be nice to catch up on all the news.

I must have about a half-dozen posts written in Word that just never got posted. I debated about adding them now, but the mood has passed. Sorry. I finally have internet access on Daisy again, so hopefully I'll be better at posting any drafts I might write during the day.

You may have noticed (from the sidebar listings) that I'm reading less and watching more movies. The cable doesn't work in the living room, so the kids and I have started watching DVDs together in the evening. I'm getting less done (since it's harder to walk away from the TV in the middle of movie instead of a half-hour show), but it's nice sitting together.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

A stiff apology is a second insult. The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged;

he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.
(Gilbert K. Chesterton)

I took Cari to the airport this afternoon. I think we were a little late getting her there, even though we made her flight in plenty of time.
I'm feeling very blue right now; I can't decide whether it's because I already miss her home, or because I've not really had a chance to have her home with me. I know that children have to grow up -- that's a good thing. I just wish that she didn't also have to grow away.