It’s been a weird week and I’m not sure what to talk about. Actually, I was sure, and then I sat down and now I got nothin’. Not sure if it’s writers block or exhaustion or ADD. Not that I have ADD, although sometimes I do wonder, especially when I can’t focus or sit still long enough to string a coherent sentence.
Because I don’t know where to start, I’m just going to start with today, and work backwards.
I had the lovely job this morning of scooping the cat boxes, which led me to discover doggie tootsie rolls that Mr. Lucky thought he had cleverly hidden behind the summer stack chairs. A smart idea for a dog seeing as it may never be summer again and who knows when next I would be digging around those chairs except for one small detail. My dog is a terrible poop hider. All I had to do was follow his little poop trail to the poop jackpot. Ding ding ding! Why is this the only lottery I am winning?
Last week, I was hanging out with my friend Geri, and we were talking about the woman’s retreat we are planning for our church group. Just a small retreat – we do it twice a year and it’s just for a day, but we do seem to pack a wallop of spiritual growth in 8 hours.
This year, our theme is “mindfulness” and learning to focus on the present and find joy and peace in the midst of troubles and chaos. Yeah – like I’m SO GOOD at that. “Sue, can you please tell me how you have such peace and harmony in your life?” asked No One Ever.
So naturally, I volunteered to lead the meditation section. After leaving Geri’s, I sent a panicked text to my sister (who really is an expert at meditation) and begged mercy. After laughing for 20 minutes (I’m laughing WITH you, Sue…), she sent me a bunch of info and I feel a little less freaked out. But now I have to practice at home. Yeah, this should prove interesting, seeing as the only meditative states I have are over ginormous pieces of cake with 3 inches of frosting. And we’re all out of cake.
One other thing happened at Geri’s. She showed me a scrapbook/family tree she is working on, and I have to say it’s pretty cool. She even has photos of headstones and newspaper clippings – a lot of which she found on the internet. She showed me some sites she used and we started looking for people in my family and pretty soon I’m getting all jacked up about doing my family tree.
I spent most of this past week and weekend digging around the internet, reading old census records and birth certificates. And you know what? I LOVED IT. Possibly even better than cake right now. Which is good, because did I mention we are out of cake? But, I know my personality so what I’m hot after today could be on the back burner next week, so we will see how long I last. In the meantime, I am having a blast – this is like archeology without mummy curses and sand in your underwear.
In my family tree building excitement I thought “I should scan all my parents photos and my photos so I can add some to my project and have a digital copy of the rest and then put them all in photo albums but my scanner is slow so I should buy a faster one and I need more photo albums…”
And while thinking of this, I remembered our old family movies on 8mm and some on VHS and some on old reel to reel film, so those are now sitting in the middle of my new office because of course I am going to haul them in to Camera Corner and have them put on DVD, because I can’t just have one small family tree project. I have to have a massive DO-ALL-THE-THINGS project.
Like when I pulled every single one of my photos out of my photo albums in my “Scrapbooking and stamping” phase because I was going to scrapbook EVERY SINGLE PHOTO IN MY POSSESSION. WITH STAMPS! AND WITTY COMMENTARY! AND ADORABLE PAPER CUT OUTS! AND FANCY SCISSORS! AND IT WILL BE A TOUCHING AND BEAUTIFUL GIFT FOR MY CHILDREN WHO WILL CHERISH IT ALWAYS AND SHOW IT TO THEIR CHILDREN AND THEIR GRANDCHILDREN AND IT WILL BECOME A FAMILY HEIRLOOM!
(*Hint*. I’m not done yet and unless I win the real lottery and not the poop lottery and can afford to pay someone to do it, Lindsay and Matt will remain frozen in time at age 5.)
After digging those all out, I found an old SD memory card which I think is from my old camera. I popped it into my computer and everything froze and my mouse quit working and my photo memory stick I had in my computer fried and after a brief moment of freaking out that I busted my computer, I finally got everything to work again. This made me realize I don’t have my photos backed up on anything reliable – they are just on my computer. Which led to a panic attack in the shower and now I have “remote hard drive” on my “To Get” list. Right there with the photo albums and scanner, and probably a big ass cake for energy because, as I said before, we are out of cake.
Did I mention I also have to do my taxes?
I’m going to need a bigger cake.
Until next time,
Your squirrely friend who is off to find something shiny,