I got a phone call and talked long enough to turn the eggs I was boiling into hard-boiled rocks. I was ranting. I shouldn’t do that. I have already erased two ranting paragraphs from this blog. I’m not sure why I’m struggling for a non-rant topic, but I know I need to redirect my frustration into useful energy. Maybe that will happen today when I take my granddaughter to a pumpkin carving party. My rant is over the Hutton Foundation mis-using its funds on a law-suit to make millions of dollars off of neighboring farmers. Two rich, manipulative men are abusing their power to get even richer, and it rather ticks me off, in case you couldn’t tell.
My temporary room-mate and her human have found an apartment, and while I am happy for them, I am not happy to see them go. They will be here for another ten days, and both my granddaughter and I are going to miss the two of them. Speaking of going, I picked up Christmas cards so I can get to work on that process before I leave next month. That means, I need to start my annual letter. Gosh. I write everything in my blog. What will I say?
My backyard is full of the neighbors leaves. My trees out back are all evergreen, so I like the fact that I get some of theirs for mulch and cover in the flower beds. I’ll turn them into compost next spring, but for now they add wonderful color to a space that is predominately green. As I sit here gazing out the window at the fall colors, I am contemplating putting up lights for the holiday season. Ugghh. You know, I love the festive atmosphere, but I’m going to be gone so much, I can’t imagine it would be worth all the effort, and yet, my grandsons are coming for a few days over the holiday season. How can I not? I’ll have to mull this one over for a while.
and so it goes…