Nothing Too Deep

Some of my favorite things -
The first sip of hot coffee in the morning.
Going outside with the dogs in the morning and taking in the new day.
Watching the sun rise as I drive to work.
Long conversations with Paul or Crystal or Melanie or Gabe or even Sean.
Playing games and sharing meals with good friends.
Being surprised. (since I tend towards pessimism, surprises are mostly always good)
Reading a good book.

There is an eeriness outside today. I only saw two birds, and heard one lonely song, didn't see one squirrel. There must be quite a storm coming. I saw two water birds, which I couldn't identify, on the lake. They were little and diving for food. I'm thinking the merganzers are back and that is what they are.

I get melancholy for the creatures in the winter. Life must be so hard. I don't feed the birds, but am conflicted about that. Generations of birds will learn to depend on the same feeders, and if something happens and the feeders aren't available anymore they will not know where else to look for food, and they will die. But I fight a maternal instinct to take care of them.

Paul is busy tending the fire today. He got it started early this morning. He loves to make fires, down by the beach in the summer or in the fireplace in the winter. I think it is a guy thing, a throwback to earlier life. But think about it. If men hadn't found fire and alternative ways to keep warm, our species would still be covered in lots and lots of hair. So I guess I should be grateful, because I have enough frustrations keeping my current hair under control.

Hey, that was an interesting segue, no? From tending the fire to hair. Shows that I don't have a lot to blog about this morn. So I'll continue on with my plans for the day -
Make a list of all things I need to shop for
Study study study, and try to finish up my course, so next weekend is free.
Bake
Clean the house

I still worry about Sean. Can't seem to shake off this feeling of impending disaster with him. He informed me yesterday that he fears he is turning into a "redneck", since he is developing a penchant for boots, fixing old cars, and country music. Nothing wrong with that, its the moonshine I'm worried about.

Nowhere near ready for the holidays. Other than a few things from on-line I haven't shopped for anything. I think my decorating is going to be limited to some poinsettas.

The sale of our house is slow, not a lot of interest. I'm not stressing though. I'm okay if it doesn't sell - I like it here. Our agent cancelled the open house for today (yay!) BUT wants to do it both days next weekend (boo!). I doubt the value of that on the weekend before Christmas.

Paul and I are signed up to do some volunteering tomorrow. I thought it would only be for a couple hours, but turns out to be all day, and involves costumes. Don't ask. Remind me to get more information the next time Paul asks if I want to do something like that. I'm counting on it being cancelled due to bad weather. Nice attitude, eh?

Til next week then-
Peace