It is a snowy, blustery day, but warm enough that there is no accumulation on the ground. Terrific.
I have swept and mopped, dusted and polished, scrubbed and scrapped, fluffed and folded. I have also watched a bunch of TV, checked everyone on Facebook, deleted a bunch of emails, and sat with my little Shadow on my lap. Just the mention of my sweet black cat brings a smile to my lips. Me and my Shadow. You would never know I have another cat, Blue, and a Boston Terrier named Brutus Buckeye who does accompany me on walks.
While doing these things my head was a buzz with ideas. These are the same ideas that keep me from a good nights sleep. Ideas that sound really great, until I actually give them attention.
Today those ideas include a family saga that my Dad thought I should write. Not just the random pieces I heard growing up, but a real story, based upon actual events, that I really know very little about. All of the people who could tell me details have passed. A large historical family saga seems completely beyond my abilities.
The house, the one that caught fire, had to be gutted, and has been sitting empty since mid December, finally is ready for inspection of its new wiring. When you buy a house from someone who thinks they can do everything themselves, and codes are only for other people.
Some very creative solutions, that are illegal, and possibly dangerous, were found within our walls. Such dangers as bare wires inside a wall with just a little electrical tape to keep things together, or faux grounded outlets (outlets lacking any grounding) near areas of water usage. The new wiring is ready for inspection and will meet all codes. Codes which really are for our protection.
I can hear someone thinking that communities can really get picky with their codes, especially when the exterior is concerned. Live in a historic district and you will really know the pressure code can exert on a homeowner can be worse than the pickiest of homeowner associations, but these codes ensure the maintenance of historically valuable architecture. Fortunately, I live in the country. Nobody cares about historical accuracy and general cosmetic stuff, but safety is the concern.
There were also at least ten blog ideas that flitted through my brain, but those are gone. I live most of my life in the comfort of my own brain, full of stories, and ideas that I just can’t get out to share with anyone else. There is too much going on. As I jump from one thing to the next, ideas disappear into the hidden corners of my mind.
Write it down you say? Ever find those notes later and ask yourself, “What? What ever possessed me to think that’s a good idea? Nobody cares what I think about that!
Politics? I don’t even want to hear about politics, why would anyone care what I think. CNN, FOX, MSNBC, CBS, PBS… all have better sources and, people more politically educated than I. Recently, I stick to the major local networks, and PBS. I just want the news. I can make my own political determination about it, and so can you!
Our house? It is coming along, agonizingly slowly. I do not want to bore you with counter choices and flooring. I like it. I will share pictures as available. I can’t wait to see the results of all this planning. It has been emotionally trying at times. Repeated moves, make me feel like a couch surfer. Sleep disruptions, general anxiety, and overall stress is the rule of the day. We are in a nice place, and have what we need, but I am plagued by stress over my own klutziness and worry over pets and the damage we may cause.
Interpersonal conflict. No. Either to personal, or to mundane.
I could just write about my cat. Shadow is curled up on her stand in the window. Just a warm little body who plants herself on my lap whenever I make myself available. Her silky fur, and gentle purr are soothing.
Give your pet, or someone you love, a little attention. It is a great stress reliever.