So, we lost the internet for a day. Well, almost two, if you want to be technical. And when it comes to the internet, we so are. Jim and I are frequent (obsessed) users, writers, readers, etc., on the old www, and not having it? So, so bad!
Turns out that our modem had most likely been struck by lightning through the phone wires and slowly petered out. That's a fun thought, isn't it? Lightning traveling through your phone wires into your house? Yeesh! But we are, once again, up and running.
It was another busy weekend here at Ye Olde Nuthouse, and still more crazy days ahead. I have been doing a lot of inner stuff lately, and not sure where I'm at with it. There have been a lot of down days recently, a lot of stuff I'm just not able to let go of, and I'm wrestling with it. I wonder, sometimes, if there are simply some things one can never forget? Certain wrongs, treatments, emotions? And I wonder sometimes if some do not deserve forgiveness... and then I think I'm wrong. (Although I apparently do not feel I am wrong after having margaritas with friends. Apparently then I am very very right. And will tell you so. Loudly.) I have noticed, though, that people are so good at telling others to let it go, forget it, move on, etc., without ever truly seeing the problem. Or realizing just how deep some wounds run. Obviously, if things were always so simple to let go, no one would ever have issues, now would they? **sigh**. I think I am just to my limit with people, in a sense. People's insensitivity toward others, peoples inability to listen, to see, to reach out. To help things be let go of?
Ahh, who knows, right? Anyway, it snowed here last night! There was snow on the ground, and wind that had knocked my lilac and forsythia around- which sucked! But, I was waiting on the last hurrah before messing around with my flower beds, and I am so glad now that I did. I'm giving it another 2-3 weeks before I actually put anything in the ground. Prep work is ok, but I'm waiting it out- the weather is fickle, my friends, and will kick your flowers in the ass if you aren't looking!
And also a huge thank you (note the dripping sarcasm) to whatever jackasses thought it would be a good idea to drop a litter of practically newborn kittens on our front porch. No I'm not kidding, I swear to God I have no idea how this shit happens to me. lol But we now have three very small cats... I'd guess 3 weeks at the very most... residing in a laundry basket in our kitchen. And I am slowly coming to realize that Miss Clairol doesn't make a dye strong enough to get the gray outta this head of hair. There are 2 orange and one orange and white one. Again, I dunno- there's something about me and orange ones. My orange count is now a total of seven that have come, gone, and or stayed.... eight if you count the stray who is getting braver and starting to want to come in. I actually wondered if it could have been someone who reads my blog and read that part where I mentioned my thing for strays... or just some ass who wanted to dump off defenseless kittens. Either way- totally irresponsible. What if we hadn't noticed them? They could have been run over, killed by another animal.... sometimes I absolutely have no faith in people.
The Jake situation has improved. Thanks to everyone for your kind words, emails, etc- I promise I'll get back to you. I have become a bad emailer, but I have not forgotten you, promise! Things are stabilizing, for now. Now, we're concentrating on prepping for next year... and that will be the biggie. The real challenge. So we're gearing up for it.... keep your fingers crossed, ok?
I'll leave you with a smile and a gasp of relief to be back here typing away, reading what you guys have to say. It felt like years! I guess now I know the truth about me- I am an internet junkie. But I'm a cute one! ; )