Redux

     I guess it's time to renew this page.  I have been feeling the interest to blog again, and searched for the best blog sites with which to work.  I found  this blog again, which was like finding a twenty in last year's coat pocket.    Most other blog sites are too technically complicated for the likes of me.  I am of the generation where my high school computer class consisted of learning to cut and paste, insert text and print on the old computer paper with spool holes along the sides.  I got through college typing my papers on a typewriter.  Correction tape was my friend.  So I hear about Power Point and Excel and something called spreadsheets and I just shut down.  I know how to type by watching my fingers.  So this computer diary-keeping stuff is fun but I am like the fat lady taking a walk carrying a personal music player that plays CDs.  Or cassettes.    When I started this blog forever ago there was still Myspace and only the hippest were on Facebook.  Consequently, not many people found this blog because it was only available to people in my email list that I was comfortable in sharing with.  You see, I really enjoy writing.  An empty spiral notebook is Narnia's wardrobe to me.  But I have such social phobia and psychotic people pleasing desires that I am terrified of sharing the thoughts swirling around in my head.  So, I don't know if I will ever share this blog on facebook or anything.   But I digress.   

What do you say when people ask.."So what is new with you?"  I hate that question.  Nothing is really ever new with me.  I like sameness.  My little boy is on the brink of teenage, and I have discovered that pre-teens stink.  But apparently they can't smell themselves.  I am not so much his hero anymore as I am the embarrassing fat lady following him around.  But he will occasionally still hold my hand in public or put his head on my shoulder when he are sitting together on the couch.  I am looking with apprehension when those moments are gone.  

What else is new....my beloved cat passed away in October.  He had been showing signs of winding down for several months.  He couldn't control his bowels and acted like jumping up onto the bed was a chore.  I wrestled with the thought of letting him go in a controlled setting.  Then one day I came home from work to find him tangled in an end table, unable or unwilling to lift his head.  I picked him up and wrapped him in a blanket and held him for an hour.  I watched him pass away.  We buried him in the backyard.  For several months we were petless.  I enjoyed closing my bedroom door again and not having to dodge poop in the dark hallways.  Then came Valentine's Day.  My husband and I stopped by the pet shelter at the end of our street and found a pair of the cutest cats. One was a black female and one was an orange male.  We fell in love and tried the next day to adopt.  They were already gone.  But luckily the adoption specialist knew of two identical cats in foster care.  So we met, fell in love with, and brought home a black girl called Tootsie whom we renamed Katniss and an orange male named Butterball whom we named Cinna.  I am so in love with my furbabies.  

I still work in the same place and live in the same house.  I drive the same car and am married to the same guy.  I have a new washing machine and a new (to me) computer, but that is only because the old ones broke.  I am sensing a theme here....I don't get rid of things until they are unusable.  

So...welcome back to the blog.  I may even learn to insert pictures and videos and things one day.  

And what's new with you?