The Blog-Less Wonder

For those of you who still bother to check in here and see if I am alive, I am.

It's not that I haven't wanted to write, but that the days seem to be fuller lately and by the time I think of sitting down to blog well the ideas have vanished. Brain dead. I also have been reading quite a bit, which is a nice change of scenery for me. I am loving this book, the Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet.

School update for today, two classes left and I am applying for Nursing School for this Fall/Winter. Get completely anxious every time I think about it but going to plunge ahead and go for it. Not in class this quarter due to a error on behalf of the communication or lack there of between nursing records office and college admissions office. By the time I caught the prereq debacle, all classes I could possibly take were full. Besides the fact that an inner office envelope and approval take days to happen, apparently.

This has been a good and bad thing. Good because I am working and not having to study. Bad because truly, it is really nice having a life. Hanging out with April, being social, actually doing things, not having to be in the library every weekend, seeing friends these are all activities I miss when in class. I don't want to get too used to it. It will have to come to an end again, sigh.

Planning on death carrying out death to cable when we return from Phoenix on the 9th, then I will have plenty of time to blather, I mean blog!

Wrapped Up in the Quiet

of the morning is a wonderful way to start the day. It gives my mind time to just wander and think about the week. The month. The year. To think about the holiday and just how lucky we are in this small household of five and a half. (Yes, Pidge only gets a half count since he weighs under 10 ounces.)

This morning it feels as if the silence has swirled around me like a blanket. Keeping me comfy and warm, safe and content. Letting me in on the secrets my heart holds. Do more art, my unconscious whispers. Your body wants exercise (your mind as well), in the silence my mind can acknowledge this request. In the silence it is possible to hear these simple needs arise to the surface, not merely feel them as a distant rumbling. In the silence I feel the courage to move on and find employment that will serve me. I can feel the courage. I can feel the truth, that I am worth hiring. Who wouldn't want me on their team?

The silence in our home is sprinkled with play. Toupee is running in circles upstairs (how can a 8 pound cat sound like a wild heard of elephants all by himself?) trying to get Jack's attention to chase him. He is most always successful and the game of tag begins. The run, they tackle, they escape from one another and begin again. Pidge is serenading himself in the large mirror, loudly. He woof whistles at himself and then begins to sing. He is so in love, with his own image. Of course this song is interrupted by occasionally landing on my head to talk to me. The silence not quite so sound, but they are happy sounds that disrupt and I am thankful for them.

The comfort of the silence this morning makes offering up the cable box back to Comcast soon so much easier.