Aheh
Two months without a post. Whoops. I hate when I do that, I start something that requires constant participation (or at least encourages it–who wants to read a blog that never updates?), and my enthusiasm peters out for whatever reason.
Since the new housemember arrived, there’s been a lot more human interaction available to moi, and so I don’t spend much time online anymore with the goal of socializing.
Since I last wrote, a neat ol’ lady I called “Mom”, passed away at 76 years of age. She is one of perhaps four people who were close to me who have passed on. The druid and the roommate both watched me go through a bit of grieving, lotsa inopportune and enthusiastic crying. I declined an invitation to attend a group event downtown with a bunch of the druid’s friends because of my unstable emotional state.
I’ve been doing better, I burst into tears very seldom now. I spent time with her daughter (a working visit, the druid and I helped excavate and organize her storage unit), and I was given “Mom’s” cat, who is presently sleeping in the back of the closet on the top shelf, in a laundry basket of unused linens. About once a day he flops himself upon my lap, crawls up to my shoulder, purrs like a mad man, and succumbs to being petted. He’d like to sleep on me but as I’m always at the computer at the time and I require both hands for typing, he gets flung off after a few minutes of loves. To which he tends to crawl back into the closet for the warmth and darkness.
I really do mean to write in here much more often than I have been. My time’s been spent most unproductively on WoW (on a private server because I’m too cheap to pay the Man). I have one character who just hit the big eight-oh, and a couple others close behind.
The cat is in my lap again, licking my arm. Weirdo.
A grocery run is slated for tonight, minimal stuffs to get us through Friday lest we experience famine again (bleh). We’re taking recycling because hey, money back equals a little more food. We’re waiting for a ride from the druid’s taxi friend.
Perhaps I’ll get back into memes. Though it seems that merely keeping a blog is challenging enough for me, without having to remember that certain days of the week require/encourage more activity. I tend, instead, to write when I feel I have something interesting to say. Which obviously isn’t often lately.
Life is well, and quite, and drama-free. June’s gallbladder surgery’s only effect is that I can now eat dairy without being intolerant. I’m loving that part. I’m listening to pandora.com a bit more lately. I’m participating in NaNoWriMo this month and after writing for two days, I have 22,400 or so words. Yes, you’re allowed to hate me for that. No, you can’t read it yet.
