Usually, not much. In this new and exciting category I will make a brave attempt to write about the here and now of my existence. So, ummm. Yeah. It’s snowing. Today is my little sister’s birthday. There are not a whole whack of days left before Christmas 2006. We’re having a problem with our cat in the middle of the night in the hallway beside the bedrooms emitting blood curdling yowls that would wake the dead. W. thinks I should take him to the vet. Maybe he has a toothache. I think his little brain is malfunctioning worse than normal. He is perfectly quiet and content as long as he knows he is not alone. Like right now – peacefully happily sleeping beside me while I type away. But if I go into another room and close the door, freak out time. Weird little creature. I have a huge monstrous parcel to mail to my grandson and foster grandchildren. I bought a large flat boxed mega-blocks toy without considering it’s unsuitable mailing size. Hindsight is a beautiful thing. So the box had to fit that thing, and all the other stuff had to fit around it, and they are going to receive a LOT of crumpled up newspaper. It’s so awkward, perhaps the post office people will refuse to take it, and I’ll have to hire a bus. Okay, it’s not that bad. But still. I was going to do a Christmas letter this year – have the paper and everything – but happily for everyone on my card list, my printer died and has been sent to Ontario for repairs. Or replacement. I suspect the latter. It took UPS three days to pick it up, so I’m not really optimistic about getting it back in a big hurry. And I don’t have a clue what I was going to write in a Christmas letter anyway, so really, it’s all for the best. On Tuesday I couldn’t leave the house, waiting for various things to happen, half of which never did. We needed groceries, there was nothing to eat, and I was slowly starving to death. Now that there’s all kinds of stuff, I’m not hungry. I need to get ready to go to work, so…. get your vocal chords primed Ben. Your life is more exciting than mine in many ways. My car is leaking oil for some reason, according to W. who makes it his mission in life to notice these vehicular-related happenings. I would probably drive around in oblivion until the car came to a grinding halt and then deal with it. He says he has his eye on a new car for me – he knows a guy who knows a guy….
So, wow. Isn’t this category a truly great idea? All my senseless ramblings in one spot. Talking to myself, myself talking back. I’m liking it a lot.