Otherwise, the day was wonderful to the senses. The temperature was perfect, the sun was out, the breezes were blowing. When I wasn't able to stay on the front steps long enough I opened a window in my room. It gave such life to my environment. The cleaning my sweet husband had given it earlier didn't hurt things either. But everyone seemed so invigorated and motivated. I love to hear chidren playing and motorcycles going down the road and birds and lawnmowers and dogs barking, and so much more. Life is being lived, loved, enjoyed to the fullest, when I hear those sounds. It ins't being wasted.
For John today he planned a full day of cleaning (the kind with cleaners kind. He has another kind of cleaning that is really more of a straightening type of thing he does.) He also dismantled our Christmas tree turned Valentine's Tree and packed it away, along with all its accouterments. He also turned his office back into an office rather then the dump off point and permanent storage facility it was becoming. Then he kicked some virtual ass, scanned in some pix, fb'd, ending his day by working on his website: wolverines.com (paintball team). Sporadically throughout the day he provided flawless service to me. His kitchen serves the most delicious chs pizza, one of the 4 things I can eat (tombstone chs pizza, brownie overload ice cream, cinnamon toast, and super cold iced water) and the best chocolate ice cream I've ever tasted.
Hayden honed his virtual ass-kicking skills all day, with one break to clean his bathroom. He had to do that twice. He must know something I don't He's gotta be privy info or an impending an invasion. He's serious about it too. He is sweet when you interupt him but wholely and completely non-responsive when you go see him. His second beak was to solicit help from the moms and the pops. We all wrote the letter he needed written. Turned out well, I thought.
Jana - this is going to more of a guess than an actual knowledge-based accounting of her day. Yes, I know she's at the end of the hall, albeit a longer than usu hall. She made tiny complex pictures. She rpg'd. She may have napped. She chatted with numerous friends from all about the planet. And she did that wandering around thing she does when she wants something from mommy - an emotional something from mommy. She got it. She left laughing. She also finished filling out her fafsa for next semester, getting it turned in. Yeah! So proud of her! She is resistant to that type of activity. While over-qualified to understand it and fill it out, she feels that it is "too adult" for her liking. She definitely knows a good thing when she sees it. That's what she says about living here.
I had a full day too. I started with a not so feel good morning. It was a short morning as I awoke at 11:30. I got out of bed with John's help and him agreeing with me that I don't feel good today. I thought maybe the amazing weather would help. I sat outside on the steps of the service porch. Tommy meowed his tiny meow as he checked out my legs from angles. I stroked his soft fur and relished the soft breezes. But whatever causes my winter allergies hit me like an ice pick on the left side of my head. Back inside and back upstairs in my room and in my, I started the one-man-pharm party at noon, continuing that all day. I need a cocktail now. I fb'd for an hour or so, waiting out the pain. When I felt that little bit of lift, began my day. Today was the one day a year that I actually work. By work I mean earn money. I filed our tax returns. It was our first year with a college student and our first year with a child that was paid with checks rather than from under the table. I like this college kid thing. That worked out rather well. She has no loans at this point and I'm hoping she can keep it that way for as long a s possible. I wasn't feeling quite so ill in the stomach any more so I took the op to eat a half of a slice of chs pizza followed by a sm bowl of ice cream. Then I had some fun. I'm going through my albums to find pix for fb. I uploaded the ones for today. I chatted with folks and helped the boys write the letter. While I did all of that, John had moved his base of operation to the bed, opposed to his office. This transition isn't a seamless one. It involves a wireless key board and wireless mouse, a huge desk top monitor, a wooden board, a retired cutting boar, and the thickest green cord on earth that he could find. I don't know why we needed a speed bump in the bedroom but we do. I need more info on that.
Sebastian was up on his visits today. He can make as many as one an hour or as few as three times a day. He was somewhere in between today, leaning to the more than the fewer. He was happy and frisky, which was fun for me when he flopped on my chest purring his deep guttural purr and giving me his adorable squinty smile. He was rather kissy today, rubbing his cheeks on my several times.
So my once a year workday further validates my daughter's thought that I am like Santa Claus.
Her enumerations looks like this:
1. My diet is alost a perfect fit with big SC. I can only eat ice cream, cookies, sm slices of chs pizza, and cinnamon toast.
2. I love Christmas - a little off the reservation love Christmas. I give gifts until I'm broke. I orchestrate the entire event, which lasts the entire month of Dec, for the young ones (both old and young).
3. Along with the regular presents I give extra types of SC gifts:
A. Surprize outtings having to do with either Christmas or Winter. These can be anything from a movie everyone's been wanting to see, a trip to somewhere silly and fun like Build-a- Bear wit the opportunity to donate it later, tickets to a play or ballet, ice skating, etc
B. Chritmas mornings, there are small bags on the tree filled with special goodies.
C. In the Advent boxes one might find a chocolate, a tigger key chain, guitar picks, the keys to a car, jewelery, gift cards to specially selected stores, etc.
D. Main gifts carefully thoughtout and purchased early to ensure delivery.
E. Stocking might also include something special like the title to a car, business cards for a business you've recently set up, etc.
F. Dinner is also a gift so everyone gets to chose at least one thing they want. Everyone must make at least one dish.
4. And now I'm gainfully employed one day a year.
5. When I could I stepped up my volunteering in Dec - most always for me ending up feeding people. I just can't stand to see people go hungry. Its so senseless that anyone in this country should ever see a day without food. Wrong platform for that one, though.
6. Every Christmas has a theme. This year it was going to be candyland but Jana turned it into Scottish Schristmas sans Scottish food. I had tons of diff plaids all of the house, I sewed them together to make, drapes for the windows, garlands over the buffet mirror, over the mantle, the tree skirt, around the back of the buffet table, and on the kitchen table as placemats, in the clear glass lemonade pitcher were carefully placed swtches, twists of varying sizes of plaids were tucked into the grapevine wreath all over it, and the wrapping papers were all plaids. If I'd had my Scotch Plaid Blanket finished it would've been on the back of the sofa.
7. I love animals. I think between my cousin Carol and I, combined were are Dr. Dolittle. Reindeer would be a cinch. Except feeding them might be a be a of achallenge as they love and need lichen. I don't think I could grow enough or find it in the wild enough to satisfy their needs and I'm not moving to the tundra. So, as I said conundrum. But I've got the serious pet mojo.
8. I love small children. I mean really love them. I understand them, what they need, what they are trying to say, express. I understand hw they learn and upload info. I probably want to cuddle them too much but they just have to get with that program.
The things I'm not looking forward would be:
1. The beard. I'm already fighting off a ratter tenacious moustache that any self-respecting 13 yo male would be proud of.
2. The body shape concerns me some too but as long as the dr says I'm healthy, then it's gonna be 'love me, love my big beautiful body'.
3. And then there's all the re velvet SC wear. Red is such a tricky color for me. Jana and I have a time getting the right shade of red for me when we go shopping. I can't order anything red. I have to see it first. But if we could get the right shade of red velvet and I might make the white fur, white feathers instead. Feathers sprinkled in with sm sparkles, crystals perhaps.
I'm not sure where her ultimate theory is headed: am I the real SC?, am I turning into the real SC?, or are these all just charming SC coincidences?
I think I've finally taken enough chemicals to rest with my eyes closed for a while. Hopefully, I can recline back far enough to sleep comfortably without inciting an internal riot.
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