It’s Easter. Unlike other holidays, I don’t have a set thing I do every Easter, although chocolate is the one constant theme.
Today I’m doing my part to fill up the internet with pictures of cats. After years of cat allergy, months of allergy shots, and lots of lobbying on the part of both kids, we got a cat last month. She is 4 years old, and she came with the name Sadie, which fits her, so we’re keeping it. She is part tabby and part Siamese. We’ve had her for almost a month now, and she is settling into her new home. The UULent word for today is home.
I’ve been stressing out about writing. I have a number of writing projects–my novel, a new geocaching story, an interview write-up–that I could be doing but I’m not. And the writing that I am doing, blogging, feels like it is messing with my head. I go to a new place now and the first thing I think of is, “how am I going to write about this?” Is it fodder for the novel? The story? The blog? Should I just “file it away somewhere” for future reference? How am I going to do that? My brain is already full . . .
These two words follow each other on the UU Lent list. Yesterday’s was curiosity, today’s was fear. Never one to meet daily challenges in a straightforward manner, for me it was never a question of whether I would end up combining two or more day’s words into one post, but when. Continue reading Curiosity and Fear
My daughter and I are in Oregon this week, visiting some colleges. She’s a junior, it’s February break, and my Facebook feed is full of reports of my friends with kids the same age doing the same thing, all across the country.
We adopted a cat today. Or rather, we put down a deposit on adopting a cat tomorrow, from the Humane Society of Silicon Valley. Her name is Sadie, and she is 4 years old, part Siamese, very soft, and a little chubby. Her blue eyes are a little crossed. She is a sweet, mellow cat. Not one that is going to jump on you or lick your face. Continue reading UU Lent, Day 5: Love
Since I decided to give up anxiety for Lent again this year, I’m not up for any more daily challenges or goals. (If there’s one thing that guarantees anxiety in my world, it’s feeling like I have to do something every day.)