Sorry for the quiet, but things are going well. Predictable, dull and trouble free. I've got nothing much to say these days. The kids are being really well behaved (Sassy just earned her 25 meter swimming badge) and I spend a lot of my time reading or curled up on the sofa with a hot cup of tea. I dance with Short-Stack and build towers with blocks, I cook vegan recipes to see what she likes. I write the occasional short story, help Sassy with her homework and do my chores. I practice writing Japanese characters on the refrigerator but I have no real clue what they mean; I hope one day I'll figure it out. It's like when a kid learns the Alphabet song - it's just a bunch of sounds put to a tune but one day you figure out those sounds mean something more. One day it'll make sense and when it does, I'll be annoying every Japanese tourist I happen by.
Christmas is bought and just needs wrapped, but still waiting to decorate the house. I'm going to buy a dinky-wee tree for putting on the table and not bother with a huge tree. Sew a couple ornaments with Sassy, maybe bake some cookies. Life will be good.
I did go and see the Dr. about the blahs, just in case it was thyroid thing or something else. He said I had sub-syndromal Seasonal Affective Disorder. I asked him if really, there was nothing wrong with me but he just wanted to slap a label on me so I'd feel better. He just smiled. I'm not depressed, I keep telling folks this. Why is it if you're not jumping around jolly and spry you may be depressed. I'm content, if a bit lazy but that runs in my family. I told the Dr. I disagreed with him, thanked him for his time and the tests and left.
I really find the need for people to have "something" annoying. As if you are a nobody unless you have some ailment. Do we all know someone who has a string of ills that they must inform us (and undoubtedly everyone else they come in contact with) about in a begging for pity manner? I have a sister in law who has for many years, come up with a new ailment every year ranging from cystitis, depression, backache, circulation trouble blah blah blah when in reality she's just fat and incredibly, unbearably fucking lazy. She gathers dust with her immobility. She's also the sort to create elaborate lies so you feel pity for her "Awwww...poor wee thing, she has it so tough." Poop. She's just a nut and she chooses to live in poverty because she's too lazy to get a job. Anyways, that's a rant for another day...It's just I had to spend time with the fat cow over the weekend and she has a lasting black fog effect, and I'll have to see her again in a couple weeks' time. I'm hoping she'll call it off and claim her kids are sick (They are always "sick" but again, she gets so much attention for it I don't think those kids are as sick as she claims. They are always rosy, bouncy and proper rowdy herberts.) It's the type of bullshit I can't tolerate, because there are people out there who really do have illness and still live an exciting life, or have kids who are struggling but still fight for happiness...and there she is, the tart, lying about it for sympathy and a pat on the head. Makes me...well was going to say sick but...
Anyways, *I* am not sick. I am quite warm and fuzzy. Everyone here is glowing with health and life and we are all full of love, and excitement for the holidays coming our way. I pray you are all the same.
Life is good.