CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

  
Our Billy at five weeks is working on charachter building.  His in particular. 

And it is very hard work as you can see.  First one has to make a little fuss and wake up and get the attention of everyone around.  And it wasn't hard at all because we were all just waiting for his eyes to open so we could see him in action.

Then one has to concentrate on just what kind of an individual one would like to be.  Hmmmm.  a character character.  Someone with clout.  Someone with opinions.  Yep, opinions.

Well, that was hard work.  Time out for some rest.  He really is sweet when relaxed.  Peaceful little guy.  Can't wait until our next visit to see how much he has changed.

OUT OF THE SNOW

 

We are emerging from the snow. This must be what it is like for the animals that hibernate. We are coming into a new, warm world after being buried beneath the snows of winter. Everything slowed down. Activity seemed very limited. We were not able to move about at our accustomed pace nor get to the places and activities of our liking. It was life slowed down to a minimum of living.

There may be more snow, but it won’t be like these have been. We have melting now. We have sunshine. We have the promise of a new world and a new day. Renewed life. Thanks Be To God!

BLEAK MID WINTER

 

It is gray.  VERY gray.  The icicles are not even dripping.  Activity is at some kind of standstill.  There is a mist in the air.  Not rain.  Not sleet.  Not snow.  Just a fine, fine mist that is settling onto our world as a very slippery glaze.  The temperature hovers between 28 and 31.  It is a dreary world for me.  Depressing!

I am taking down Christmas and that is depressing also.  Dusting off all the little creche figures and wrapping them in tissue.  A hope and a prayer for the coming Christmas when they all come out again.  Hmmmm...  Why don't we leave the creches up all year?  Why is it such a "Christmas" thing?  I'll have to think on that. 
 

We do have this reminder on the cradenza.  Mary and Joseph, a gift Jeff brought back from one of his travels.  The angel a gift from Jacquie.  So when Christmas is all put away I will still have daily reminders of the people who know and love me in ways that are important in my life.  I guess I really don't need to be depressed after all.  The grayness of the day is outside.  Warmth and love are in my heart.
 

IT'S FRIDAY

 

This has been such an out of the ordinary week that it hardly seems possible to have Friday here already.  First off, Monday,  I was tied up the whole day trying to get the church newsletter done and then, because we had so much snow, Tuesday afternoon work was cancelled and I continued on with the newsletter until the end of the day.  And then all of a sudden it was Wednesday and school was cancelled again as was our evening church event.  So I was still home and trying to catch up on the first of the month bill paying and whatever else I let go while doing the newsletter. 

 Thursday came and went in a flash.  Because I hadn't been into the office since the Friday before, I was doing my best to catch up on who was in the hospital, who was out, who was coming in for appointments, filing, and on and on for the day until suddenly it was time to go home.  AND oddly enough at five it was quite light and bright outside.  That felt really good.

And so Friday got to be on top up me and it doesn't even feel like I have worked up to it yet.  Oh well, I'll get through it all and then have the glorious weekend.

 

WINTER BLAHS ...

 

I'm lovin' the snow but I just needed to stop and have a spring fix.

A little color, ya know?

 

TREACHEROUS BEAUTY

 

There is everywhere ice.  When I took Gabriel out this morning it was soft ice.  Soft and textured.  I was careful.  I did not fall.  The temperature is iffy.  Some places locally are a little colder than others.  The telephoned Police Alert advises us to stay off the streets and DO NOT TOUCH fallen branches as power lines have been pulled down.

It is so very beautiful.  Hard to understand how such beauty can be such a danger.  It seems like some kind of trick.  Sometimes I feel as though life is like that also -- some kind of trick.  I go along and everything seems peaceful and good and then -- wham -- I get blindsided.  Sometimes that is because I am just unaware and not paying attention to the whole of life.  Zeroed in on my own self too much maybe.  Have to pay more attention to what is going on in the lives of the people around me.  Open myself up to the needs and feelings of others.
 

NOT WHITE

 

'That is not white,' said I after the fresh paint had been applied under the sink.
'It's white,' says he.
'Not white,' I reply.
'The paint can says white - something or other,' he says.
'Just look,' I say, 'the PVC pipe is white, the toilet tissue is white, the paint is NOT white."

We have had these 'color' conversations before.  Never quite so graphic as this though.  I am always startled at how differently we see things.  Now this is obviously not white to me.  And it is just as obvious to him that it is white.  These observations spill over into other areas of our life together and it is more than frustrating for me.

Some things are not worth the discussion.  Especially where the memory of how/what transpired is concerned.  I am learning to let those things go.  Not easily, I might add.  This, however, just made me so furious.  This is something that any numnut should be albe to see.  Is it me?  Am I wrong again?  I don't think so.  Not this time.  And I'm holding on to that.