Might As Well Start Again Somewhere...

I think the only way to get over not writing in the blog, is to start writing in the blog.

It's not that I don't have things to talk about--in fact, life's been in that Chinese-curse type of "interesting" mode lately. Like I said last time, it's really more of an attitude problem, created/compounded by the swamp o' suck-it-up that I've been slogging through for what feels like the last, oh, 7 or 8 months (I was going to say the last 5 years but then I thought that might be a tad unfair). But even though the cocoa is still bleak, and I'm still engaged in a protracted battle with that big fat pachyderm of depression which keeps threatening to squeeze all the joy out of Mudville, that's still no reason not to write. I keep being afraid that once I start writing all I'll do is whine, but you know what? Even if that was true (and it might be--I'm just warning you), at least I'd be writing, and not just stuck and flat and blocked. I've had enough experience by now in my life to know that often it is the starting of things that is the most overwhelming to me--that once I get started (or re-started as the case may be), I am left wondering what took me so long or what was so hard/threatening/overwhelming in the first place. So I am once again going to try to trust myself and take that leap of faith and just. write. anyway.

That being said, I'm much too exhausted tonight from a long hectic day at work to really accomplish much in the way of actual writing tonight. I think the most I can manage is a non-comprehensive list of what's been going on lately:

-The baby is crawling! And now that he's crawling, he wants to stand all the time. (I sense this one is going to be an early walker.) He is just so alive and energetic and grabby and so bursting with excitement about everything he comes into contact with. It's a fun stage (although we'd better get going on the childproofing or it won't be so fun). And is he ever cute! Holy Moses, I'd better not post pictures here yet or people's eyeballs might melt from the white hot super shiny cuteness of that baby with his big wide 4-tooth smile and round chunka cheeks. Maybe next time. Get your sunglasses.

-Halloween was great. Eli was Darth Vader and Isaac was Yoda. (I'm willing to share pictures if you ask nicely.) Most of the candy is finally gone by now, but whew, what a sugar fest this last week has been. We never quite got around to putting up all the decorations (probably because the one who acts as the motivational center of the household for this kind of thing, i.e. yours truly, has been so distracted and generally overwhelmed this year), but we haven't put them away either. At least they're mostly all in a single pile now. Maybe I'll put them away when I get around to taking out the Christmas/Hanukkah deco. If I get around to that either. This year all bets are off.

-After two weeks of varying textures, colors and amounts of phlegm, I think I'm finally getting over this stupid cold I got from the baby. I was really down for the count for quite awhile there but am feeling better now that I caved and got antibiotics (as well as a tiny bit more rest over the weekend).

-Our dog, Tomo, had another surgery, and is recovering nicely. (Did I even mention the first one, where she got out one night and apparently tangled with a raccoon or something which shredded her left ear? Sheesh.) But this surgery was for an impacted and infected butt gland (!). Apparently this is a common problem for dogs. Oh, if only I had the time and energy to really rant about this one--but I'll leave it at this: when I asked the vet what we could do to prevent this from happening again (because this was at least the second time in recent memory that we've had this problem), he said: nothing. "It's bad design" was his actual comment. I told him I'd like to take this up with the so-called Intelligent Designer then. Grrr.

-We're embroiled in a grand scheme to get Dri and Jim to move in next door to us. There's been a whooooooole lot of unanticipated distraction (mostly of the good variety) involved in this project, which should all come to a head by this Friday. Wish us luck.

-I have truly gone fallow on the novel writing. I am trying not to be alarmed (or ashamed) and to just let fallow be fallow, until it's not.

-Make sure you all go out and vote tomorrow, dammit! Civic duty yadda yadda. Them that don't vote can't complain, and I'm big on complaining. :)

-I've continued to go to physical therapy for my shoulder, but I'm not sensing much in the way of improvement. I'm still halfway in denial about the whole thing, truthfully, so I'm sure part of this is my own fault for not doing my exercises etc. It's hard to take my own health (and this particular problem)seriously enough to actually make the time to do the exercises and take proper care of myself right now, which is stupid--I know, I know.

Ok speaking of which, I just realized (AGAIN--I mean, how many times do I have to realize this in my lifetime? Apparently somewhere along the lines of 6 trillion times) that if I really want to take care of myself, it has to start with enforcing bedtime. So even though there's more I could write, I'm not going to. I'm going to bed.