Catch Up...

So I have only written one day this month. Clearly not a "write more days than not" number. Which means I'll have to play a little catch up here and there. Write on days I normally don't, maybe write twice a day for a few days, or....

Maybe I'll just let it slide and this will be my first Adjustment/Acceptance piece for May.

Maybe it will be the first domino to fall in finally letting go of the little goals and having a theme goal (does this serve me?) really take over.

Maybe it will herald in a new beginning for the last half of my life . (okay, third)

Probably not. But maybe.

But since I'm writing today just to make sure I don't get too comfortable not writing I don't really have a point to this piece. I know, I can hear a lot of you saying, "Wait? You normally have a point?" So yeah...

So here are a few things that could have ended up bigger blogs if I felt like fleshing them out but I just don't right now:

The bird's nest in the hanging basket was not a successful brood. The babies got farther along than they did last year in the basket on the ground, but for some reason they did not thrive. I thought maybe something had gone wrong and so I looked yesterday and the nest was empty. I found two baby birds pushed out into the planter. Like I said, farther along than last year, but still not all the way to fledglings. If I see a nest starting next year maybe I'll disrupt it early so they don't try and build here. Clearly it's not a good place for them.

I found a picture of the day I was in labor with Katie and you can sort of see how long my hair was at that point. It looks like it was a little longer than that now. I went six months past that day before I cut it off so I decided August would be for sure the longest I've ever grown my hair and that's when it gets the chop. I've also discovered it can be donated since I've colored it, but never bleached it. So I'm going to cut enough off to donate. It will still be fairly long at that point, but not crazy long. It will probably spend all summer tied back and up since it's forecast to be brutal but I'm planning on keeping it all until then. I've already given Sara the heads up, so to speak. The interesting thing to me now is that there are no pictures of it before I cut it off, there are only a small handful of pictures of me in that six month period at all. Katie was raised by invisible people. New parents, grandparents, all of you, get in the shot!

Possibly related to the lack of coherent blog ideas but...I've been sleeping terribly lately. Now I understand why everyone used to be horrified when I would tell them how many hours I typically slept in a night. Once you are used to getting 6 or 7 every night getting significantly less than that is a bitch. I'm not back to where I used to be, and I'm hopeful this is just a weird bump in the road and I'll be right back to sleeping most of the night again soon. But it sucks. And when I have been asleep I've had really odd dreams. The kind that you are pretty sure are supposed to be telling you something but you're not quite sure what. In one I dreamt Brent and I adopted a puppy we found in the cabinet under the sink of our hotel room. He had a little bloody nose and paw when we discovered him and so of course we needed to rescue him. I woke up as a friend of ours was telling us that was a well known scam, so I'm not sure who was scamming us, the hotel, the humane society or the puppy.

Last night I dreamt that people that were friends of ours from high school were staying at our house. I told one of them that next time he needed to bring his wife and kids and he was telling me we probably couldn't go visit them because it was red hat country. The part of my brain that was not involved with the dream was screaming, YOU ARE PART OF THAT! AND YOU AREN'T INVITED TO MY HOUSE LET ALONE YOUR WIFE! The real bitch of it was he hadn't aged a day and that would suck if it were true. Bigotry should rot your features.

So now I'm not sure if I want to sleep or not. No more scam dogs and bigots please.

There you have it. Disjointed ideas but nothing to put together for a better piece. Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe not.

Acceptance and adjustments after all.