Once in a blue moon I will check the email account associated with this blog. If I check it rarely enough, I am usually rewarded with something interesting in my inbox, or even, sometimes, a time-sensitive action item that makes me think, "Wow, how lucky that I decided to check just then!"
A month ago I checked and discovered it was time to renew happybox.ca. Every year I forget to renew it in time and nearly lose it ( the thirty day grace period is a life-saver ) and the company that registers it for me calls my house frantically and repeatedly. It's how I roll.
This year I hesitated before renewing it, then decided that I would do it for three years -- a real commitment to this blog -- or not at all. The three years won because oh man, no matter how nice life gets, I always miss this blog.
So I was glad I checked my email and found out that it was time to renew.
I was also glad I checked because two Penelopes had contacted me. One was Penelope Trunk, who commented on my last entry, causing me to swoon a little, because I think she is very cool. The other was my old friend Penelope from the Marigold days, who emailed to say that she was happy when I briefly starting blogging again last fall, causing me to swoon a lot.
Last fall I had a lot of stuff swirling around in my head and I was ending a period of my life and starting a new one, and it WOULD HAVE been a great time to blog a lot. I knew that and started to try blogging, but I just couldn't find the time to do it. Job and childcare hunting while trying to keep the job I had, and still be an effective half-time housewife was pretty hard. I figured I'd start blogging again once I had the new job and childcare schedule in place and things calmed down a bit.
Now I have been in my new job/career/life for six months -- just passed probation! -- and man, is it hard to find time to do anything. Not that anyone doesn't already know this but work + kids = work + kids. In other words, if you work full time and have kids, that's ALL you do. At least for me. Even occasional film viewing is gone from my life.
But ( work + kids = work + kids ) is no good because time gets away from me, I never take stock, I never assess, I never reflect, and then what's the point in living, I ask you. So here I am, trying again.
I will start with a Saturday morning wake-up story.
Deetman... oh wait, we need a photo. Here's one I took this afternoon during a brunch at my high-school-BFF's house.
So Deetman and I were sitting on his bed yesterday morning and he was trying to tell me about the dream he had just had.
"There were two holes, big holes, and we were going in to them, and there was a house. And it was such a cool dream! And we went to the house and....and...um. Hmm, I can't remember! I can't remember what was about the house. Daddy! Daddy!"
Tobias enters the room.
"Yes, Deetman?"
"Daddy, remember in my dream? Remember the house? Who was in it? Bad guys?"
"No, buddy, that was your dream. I don't know anything about your dream."
Deetman looks at me like his Daddy might be crazy. "But you were THERE Daddy! And I just can't remember, but I want to tell Mommy about my dream. So just tell me: who was in the house?"
Tobias insisted that even though it seemed that he, Tobias, was there, the dream was only in Deetman's imagination, and only he, Deetman, would be able to say who was in the house.
Deetman didn't quite get it, but realized that Daddy didn't know who was in the house. Probably figured that Daddy's memory wasn't all that great.
After today's brunch, he told me "I can't believe I had so much fun! It was pretty nice."
In short, Deetman is one hell of a charming kid. Mostly.
I will post this now, quickly, before I have the chance to find its imperfections. I still haven't posted my 2008 Year In Review that I started typing on Dec. 28.
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