Feeling like the headless chicken these days. Lots of busy. Little to show for all the running around. Adding delights to my life. Subtracting non-essentials. Experiencing the gamut of human emotion.
Small sadness about the eight library books that I've had for six weeks which are being returned this afternoon with only one that I can really claim to have read.
The single book I finished was not a demanding read. It was fiction with only a paragraph or two of text on each page, mostly white space, so I was able to conquer a handful of pages each night in bed before drifting off into oblivion.
Can't renew the pile of eight a second time. Already did that once, so I have to return them. No sin in that. But some sadness that my quiet time with books is so easily crowded out of my life. And further sadness because reality dictates I should not borrow others this afternoon since they are not likely to receive adequate time or attention from me in the coming three weeks. Ah, me. *heavy sigh*
Bigger sadness about what I miss having in my daily life. Several things. But not least of which/whom is this guy:
Yes, Charlie Brown, happiness IS a warm puppy.
And, yes, this one's all grown up now and he's really not mine, his heart belongs to Mr. Last. He's only temporarily boarded with a kind and loving family member far away while until we acquire our permanent housing, but the weeks have stretched into months and the doggy-shaped hole in my heart aches more every day.
It's getting perilously close to me grabbing Mr. Last and abducting DoggyBoy for some of this:
And maybe we three will run away together and never come back. House-hunting is exhausting and makes me fantasize about such behavior. We continue to perform due diligence by walking through everything that looks slightly possible, but the place we'd like most is overpriced so we are watching for it to drop while we continue the search. Good thing we are not on a tight timeline.
Also, in the "plus" column, I am thinking about shifting the focus of this blog. Or starting a second. So I can have TWO blogs to neglect.
Writing posts for this blog is an enormously satisfying hobby for me that serves a multiplicity of purposes. Foremost, it is a collecting place to keep my thoughts, and photos, and memories. Second, it is a connecting place where I share some of me with anyone who cares to check in. Third, it is a reflecting place where I check in with myself to review the accumulated thoughts and experiences and memories gathered here. And it reflects out to the world how one human being perceives this wild ride that is life.
Collecting. Connecting. Reflecting.
Oh my, Oma! That's a lot for one little blog to do.
So perhaps the cell is about to divide. I'm still developing my ideas about what will be contained here, and what form the overflow might take.
Until my next dispatch -- be good. And if you can't be good, please be careful!