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Dec. 2nd, 2009
Out of Sorts
Dec. 2nd, 2009 03:55 pmIt's just kind of an out of sorts day over here. I don't particularly know why, but I'm likely to be a bit grumpy in my response to things, so I'm trying to make my fingers behave. ;)
Thanksgiving was good, if odd. We went to the hubby's folks place, and it was just the two of them, hubby's step-brother, and us. Considering that when I was kid and Turkey Day usually meant something like 20 people? Five just seems, well weird. They're lovely people though, so it was a nice day, and the food was great! I learned that I actually do like cranberry (jam/relish/jelly there was some debate later about what it was that I ate and liked...). We did get to see hubby's step-bro's new house, which was cool as it actually has a sort of decorating scheme to it. The step-bro will surprise you.
Friday I avoided the shopping. Hubby had to work, his second shift on days. It's still really new, but so far I am loving the change! It's great to know that he'll be home every night now. Also, on my days off I don't have to worry about waking him up while I go about my day. I could even *gasp* clean/vacuum if I want! Hey, the urge might hit, you never know. ;) Not to mention the regular sleep schedule working wonders on mood. Is good.
Saturday we went up to see my folks. The plan originally was for my brother and his family to be there. It didn't happen. :( They had an elsewhere to be, understandable, but still, I wanted to see my niece and nephew! Instead I ended up going through some of my boxes in the basement (for some reason my mom wants to declutter it as much as she can).* Whoo boy. Talk about a meander down memory lane! I did help get rid of some things, and I brought two small boxes home with me. Among the stuff were a bunch of letters from when I was in high school. High school me was a very silly person. There was some good stuff in those letters though, and they will all be kept. Because I'm like that. *laughs*
Future stuff and the past are all kind of colliding around in my mind. This is, of course, good and bad. I'm having a bit of trouble with the fact that in a month and a bit I'll be turning 35. It's bugging me, much more so than 30 did. It makes hubby laugh and tell me that I'm still his beautiful young bride. On some levels that helps, but on others... well I'm not exactly where I thought I would be, or want to be in some cases (job). This just means that I've got to get some things figured out so I know what steps to take. (Could I be more vague?)
All of this then bumps into the writing (especially as NaNo just ended) and did you know that doubts flourish in this kind of an environment? Honest. Even the blackest thumb could grow a lovely crop of doubts. Although trying to get rid of them... that's a whole other matter. Ignoring them can work. Just plowing through can work, though sometimes they cling and build up around the wheel wells. (and has my metaphor completely lost coherency?)
A line from a Nicole Atkins song keeps popping up and trying to distract me: 'Course I'll be all right, I just had a bad night.
Yeah, 'course I'll be all right. :)
* Okay, this basement? Is amazing... At one point when I was moving a box my mom asked "Is that a sled?" pointing to a collection of 2x4s. Sure enough, there was a metal runnered wooden sled mixed in. My dad has stuff down there that he's totally forgotten about- tools, collections of nails, screws, you name it. I think what it really needs is a parental vacation, a rented dumpster, high powered allergy pills, and some sibling power to go through it all. Ya, that would be good.
Thanksgiving was good, if odd. We went to the hubby's folks place, and it was just the two of them, hubby's step-brother, and us. Considering that when I was kid and Turkey Day usually meant something like 20 people? Five just seems, well weird. They're lovely people though, so it was a nice day, and the food was great! I learned that I actually do like cranberry (jam/relish/jelly there was some debate later about what it was that I ate and liked...). We did get to see hubby's step-bro's new house, which was cool as it actually has a sort of decorating scheme to it. The step-bro will surprise you.
Friday I avoided the shopping. Hubby had to work, his second shift on days. It's still really new, but so far I am loving the change! It's great to know that he'll be home every night now. Also, on my days off I don't have to worry about waking him up while I go about my day. I could even *gasp* clean/vacuum if I want! Hey, the urge might hit, you never know. ;) Not to mention the regular sleep schedule working wonders on mood. Is good.
Saturday we went up to see my folks. The plan originally was for my brother and his family to be there. It didn't happen. :( They had an elsewhere to be, understandable, but still, I wanted to see my niece and nephew! Instead I ended up going through some of my boxes in the basement (for some reason my mom wants to declutter it as much as she can).* Whoo boy. Talk about a meander down memory lane! I did help get rid of some things, and I brought two small boxes home with me. Among the stuff were a bunch of letters from when I was in high school. High school me was a very silly person. There was some good stuff in those letters though, and they will all be kept. Because I'm like that. *laughs*
Future stuff and the past are all kind of colliding around in my mind. This is, of course, good and bad. I'm having a bit of trouble with the fact that in a month and a bit I'll be turning 35. It's bugging me, much more so than 30 did. It makes hubby laugh and tell me that I'm still his beautiful young bride. On some levels that helps, but on others... well I'm not exactly where I thought I would be, or want to be in some cases (job). This just means that I've got to get some things figured out so I know what steps to take. (Could I be more vague?)
All of this then bumps into the writing (especially as NaNo just ended) and did you know that doubts flourish in this kind of an environment? Honest. Even the blackest thumb could grow a lovely crop of doubts. Although trying to get rid of them... that's a whole other matter. Ignoring them can work. Just plowing through can work, though sometimes they cling and build up around the wheel wells. (and has my metaphor completely lost coherency?)
A line from a Nicole Atkins song keeps popping up and trying to distract me: 'Course I'll be all right, I just had a bad night.
Yeah, 'course I'll be all right. :)
* Okay, this basement? Is amazing... At one point when I was moving a box my mom asked "Is that a sled?" pointing to a collection of 2x4s. Sure enough, there was a metal runnered wooden sled mixed in. My dad has stuff down there that he's totally forgotten about- tools, collections of nails, screws, you name it. I think what it really needs is a parental vacation, a rented dumpster, high powered allergy pills, and some sibling power to go through it all. Ya, that would be good.
