June 25, 2011 § 3 Comments
On occasion I’ve been known to suffer from insomnia and find myself wide awake in the wee hours of the night when everyone else is sound asleep. And by sound, I mean snoring so loudly that even if I could manage to nod off the mere reverberations would jolt me back to wakefulness.
Last night one was one of these and at 2:45 am while I was watching the end of the movie “The Parent Trap” (the 1998 remake of the 1961 classic unfortunately…I much prefer the original), out of the corner of my eye, I catch Hercules walking into the room with something in his mouth.
Being that it was near 3 am, there were no lamps on and the only light in the room was from the glow of the television. I looked and thought, ‘Oh, he found a toy mouse.’ We have an array of fabric mice and other miscellaneous cat toys so I didn’t think too much of it and went back to watching my movie.
A minute or two later I spied Hercules, still with treasure in mouth, nestled under the dining room table. I noticed how said treasure seemed to have a tail more like a thin rope as opposed to the tiny pieces of string the fabric ones possessed.
“Oh man! Really? Herc!? Is that a real *%*&*^ mouse?!”
I jumped up and turned a lamp on. Stupid eco-friendly light bulbs, can’t see for shit. I slowly and carefully walked over to Herc and on my approach he dropped his treasure on the floor just in front of me. It was still too dark too see for sure if it was a real mouse or not but my gut was already convinced.
It was so limp and lifeless, I really couldn’t be sure that even if it was a real mouse, that it was alive. What choice did I have?
“Hon! Wake up. I think Herc caught a mouse.”
“Wh? Wha…what? Good for him.”
“No, seriously Hon, I think there’s a mouse in the dining room. I don’t know if it’s dead or what.”
“Really?” (Not in the interested kind of way but more in the I can’t believe you think this was worth waking me up for kind.) “Oh God! Fine.”
I went back to the scene of the crime and there was Herc sitting beside his motionless quarry with definite pride of ownership. I just stood as witness until Hubby arrived. I was pretty sure now that it was a real mouse, I just had no idea of its condition and state.
Hubby grumbled his way out of the bedroom while tying up his robe and approached the seemingly lifeless rodent and its proud predator. He scratched Herc on the head is some kind of without words expression of, “You’re such a good kitty.”
“Yep, that’s a real mouse,” Hubby said with a little too much glee.
“Oh, gross. Where did he find that?”
“I don’t know, the mudroom door is closed…can we worry about this tomorrow? I’ll just clean this up.”
Hubby went and grabbed a couple of paper towels to pick up the corpse so he could just go back to bed. Herc meanwhile sat by like a soldier at his post and just watched.
With paper towel outstretched and with mere centimeters of the mouse, it jumped up and bounced between Hubby’s feet into the room behind him.
Apparently I jumped, brought my hands up to my chest and squealed in a very stereotypical female reaction, at least that’s what Hubby said. 😉
He spent the next twenty minutes cornering the poor little bugger in the fireplace room and finally caught him in a large plastic measuring cup. After showing me the mouse, with as much pride as Herc had in catching it first, he released it outside beyond the gardens.
I’m pretty sure the cat thinks we’re idiots.
June 23, 2011 § 5 Comments
Hey Gang! Can you believe we’re almost halfway through the year?! Much thanks to Cate @ Moments of Whimsy for inspiring us all to set goals for 2011 and to note our progress, and even our lack of said progress. It’s definitely been an adventure so far. 😀
I’d like to take this week to be a little retrospective. It’s been a heady couple of weeks these last few and I need a breather. I suspect by next week I’ll have a new set of goals for the remainder of the year but I’m still not yet sure of any particular direction.
I’d like to be more focused and choose just one or two things that I really am hoping to accomplish by the end of the year. No easy task because I often have my hands in at least half a dozen fires at a time. The problem is that I’m not a great multi-tasker and though replete with enthusiasm to start a whole lot of projects at once, I rarely have the motivation to complete any.
What I’ve learned from finally completing Daughter’s scarf is that there is infinitely more satisfaction in achieving a single goal than there is in striving for many, especially if none ever get reached. I guess I’m just a one thing at a time kind of person. I’m good with that…particularly because the things I do actually get done, end up being pretty great if I do say so myself. 😀
As always I can’t thank you lot enough for reading my posts and for writing yours. It makes all the difference in the world when you have and can be part of a cheering section. Yay! Go Us!
Looking forward to making the rounds and seeing how you all are doing this week.
June 21, 2011 § 6 Comments
Drum roll please…
After 16 months, countless skeins of yarn and more than a couple bouts of achey fingers and hands it is done! I joyfully present to you…
Doctor Daughter, that’s Who! Of course the outfit wouldn’t be complete without the sonic screwdriver! Yes, that’s an actual working replica…she nearly blinded me with it. And that my friends, is one very happy teenage Dr. Who fan.
June 19, 2011 § 6 Comments
It’s almost 9:00 pm and I’m exhausted but I had such a wonderful day and felt like sharing! I hope you all got the chance to celebrate the fathers in your life.
For me it was an extra good day because not only did I get to spend the day with my family, I also remembered to take pictures. Here are a couple of my favourite…
From left to right: Dad, Me, My Sister, My Brother. This is probably the second picture ever of all four of us together, the last one taken in 1978 or thereabouts. Cutest thing about it, I didn’t even notice until I uploaded it…my sister and I are holding hands. Awwwwwww.
Happy Father’s Day! 😀
June 16, 2011 § 4 Comments
I’m excited about this week’s post. I’ve already read most of yours and am so glad that everyone is doing so well. Cate @ Moments of Whimsy, our beloved and very busy host, has my kudos and gratitude for coming up with such a great idea.
So let’s get to it…
1) I haven’t lost any weight but I haven’t gained any either. Though I’m more conscious of what I’m eating and I’m preparing healthier meals, I have a ways to go yet before I’m where I want to be with this.
2) Oh yeah. Novel. Moving on.
3) Kinder to myself is sort of becoming redundant. I’ve come a long way over the last 6 months when it comes to my internal dialogue. I challenged myself to argue against guilt, shame and self-loathing and, though some of the battles got heated, I won at every turn. The one act that stands out for me was buying myself flowers. I’m going to remember that one.
4) I finished it, I finished it, I finished it…tra la la la! Yes, after almost 16 months, Daughter’s Dr. Who scarf is finished. And I refuse to dampen my glee by pointing it out that it’s actually still in two pieces and a bunch of loose ends need to be tucked in…who cares. Another stitch need not be knitted. Phew. (I promise pics and dimensions in a future post.)
5) It’s been very hot the last little while and we’ve have to really keep on top of watering the gardens. Both mine and Hubby’s veggie gardens are doing quite well though. Except for his cucumbers, he doesn’t know it yet but something got the last two plants he had growing. He’ll be bummed because he started out with nine.
That’s it for me for this week. 😀
June 15, 2011 § 5 Comments
Hubby came home today and asked how many rows I have left on Daughter’s scarf.
I twitched a little. Really? It’s not enough that I’ve spent seemingly endless hours over the last two weeks furiously clacking away, you want me to actually THINK about how close I am to finally being done?
I gave him the only answer that I could muster, “36 subtract 15.” At the time, I just wasn’t ready to think about being done, what I would do with my time once it was finally over. I was still thinking backwards.
I was thinking about a year and a half ago when I decided to take this on and all the little bits of life that have happened since I started this project. It really has been a crazy time and during all of it, I had the scarf to go back to.
Those markings represent rows of the coloured blocks that make up the scarf, my pattern. I’ve also been using that pen, the same one, the whole time. It’s odd I guess but I’ve grown attached to them both. When things were bad and I didn’t know what to do with myself, I found solace in the repetitive consistency of jotting down my progress, even if it was one row at a time.
I think I’ll be a little sad when I’m actually, finally finished it. I’ll be thrilled for Daughter of course, I know how much it means to her and she’s been so patient. For me though, things have changed so much since I started it that I won’t be able to help lamenting…a little.
For the most part however, I’m pretty sure I’ll be relieved and just happy that I can move on to something else.
June 13, 2011 § 3 Comments
Not all good days have an occasion
Not all occasions end up good days
The best days are often the ones you expect the least of
No ceremony, monument or thing of remembrance
The best days are often the ones you least expect
To find yourself breaking out in song and dance
Most good days quickly fade and are easily forgotten
Amidst the days that we mark and put so much stock in
But not all markers are so obvious and many are unclear
And when we come across them the only thing we can be sure of
Is that a good day happened there
June 12, 2011 § 5 Comments
Yesterday was heady post though I tried to make light of it. Despite the milestone of actually telling Son that I had no thoughts about the situation he had found himself in, I was in fact deeply concerned about this continuing pattern.
It’s not that I want in any way to come off as uncaring, because I do very much. It’s just that at this point in the game, my two cents, more often than not, usually ends up making matters worse. I had to try being indifferent. I had to just trust him.
Guess what?! It worked.
Son and GF came over today for a swim (I can’t believe they actually got in) and a BBQ. While were in between the two activities we sat in the gazebo and chatted.
I asked them how the roommate situation was going.
In unison they happily replied, “Oh, we found a place.”
And mama bird sighed and smiled, “Good. That’s why I didn’t stick my nose into it, I knew you guys would work it out.”
They then told me about the situation, without the blah, blah, blah, and I told them, only a couple, of my thoughts and offered one or two bits of advice and added how proud I was of both of them for sorting things out.
Trustworthiness first requires trust. *sigh* I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to get that one.
June 11, 2011 § 4 Comments
I’ve grown as a parent. Only took me two kids and 23 years but I’ve finally learned that cutting apron strings is more than a simple saying and that it hurts as much as though you were cutting through your own heart.
Like labour and the act of giving birth though, it’s a good pain. It’s a pain borne of promise, of hope and of brand new beginnings. A little esoteric? Yeah, but I do have a point.
A phone conversation:
Son: Hi Mom. I just wanted your advice about something.
Me: Okay, sure. What’s up?
Son: Well, we just got 30 days notice. GF and I are getting kicked out.
Son: It seems ROOMMATE (who’s name is on the lease) is expecting us to blah, blah, blah.
The blah, blah, blah went on for sometime and as most of you know, I’ve been listening to his blah, blah, blah for over five years.
Me: -rolling my eyes and praying for a sudden power outage that will make the phone go dead- And?
Son: I just wanted to know what you think about that.
Me: I don’t think anything about it. It’s your life and your issue.
Son: Well, ROOMMATE blah, blah, blah…
Me: Look, you’re almost 23 years old…
Son: Yeah, and ROOMMATE is 25 and acts like she’s 6.
Me: -rolling my eyes even further back and praying for the strength to resist just hanging up on him- This is your problem and you’re going to have to deal with it.
Son: Oh. -long silence– Okay. We still good for a BBQ on Sunday?
Me: Of course, though it’s probably going to be too cold to swim. But I’ll leave that up to you.
The thing about this exchange is that normally I would be fretting, worrying and feeling guilty about the situation he’s gotten himself into. I’m not doing that anymore.
I am finally comfortable leaving his life up to him. I’ve done the best I could, I probably meddled more and longer than I should have but I know that I was a good Mom and now I have to leave it at that.
June 9, 2011 § 4 Comments
Is it just me or do the weeks seem to be flying by? Well, let’s just get on with it then.
1) I’ve lost another two pounds. Which is good I suppose but I haven’t really done any exercises. I have been watching what I eat, drinking less wine and getting outdoors more to work in the backyard…so maybe it’s all relative. Once the pool has reached swimable temps though, I fully intend to get out there for some daily laps.
2) I’ve put away the novel for now. It’s been too much to try and fit it in and I’m tired of feeling guilty for not getting at it. I’m not sure when I’ll pick it back up again but for now I’ve put it out of mind and am taking it off my list.
3) Kinder to myself was doing the above and not beating myself up about it.
4) So close and yet so far. Daughter’s Dr. Who scarf is very near completion but not near enough to call it done. I may get the last of the rows finished today but then I still have to join both halves and tuck in all the loose bits. I’m just going to post a pic when it’s actually, finally, totally finished.
5) My gardens are doing very well and in a few weeks we should start seeing some of the actual fruit, or rather vegetables, of our labour. 😀
How was your week?