Since I last wrote here Scott has been to Uganda and back. My classy grandmother turned ninety years old (and still has better posture than I do.)
My younger sister is pregnant with #2. My kid has grown an inch and now says things like "back when I was little" and "BFF." What?!
We're wearing boots and sweaters and starting to mail out boxes full of Christmas ornaments for Ornaments4Orphans. It's fun now, but by the time December 1st rolls around the sight of a Christmas tree will make my skin crawl. It's a hazard of the job.
Speaking of Vivian, we're letting her go trick-or-treating for the first time.
Me: Do you know what trick-or-treating is?
V: No. (Eyes full of wonder)
Me: You get dressed up and go knock on people's doors. Then they give you candy.
V: You go to people's houses!? Oh goodie, let's go to Polly's house.
Me: You don't go to your friend's houses. You go to your neighbors or strangers.
V: You go to strangers?
Me: Yes. With your parents. You don't go in. You stand outside the door and say "trick-or-treat!"
V: Can I tell them my name?
Me: I guess.
V: Can I meet them? Can I talk to them a while?
Did you noticed that she has said nothing about getting free candy? She's four years old and more interested in socializing than Skittles. Halloween is her extroverted dream come true. I'll be happy to take all those Skittles off her hands while she chit-chats.
I haven't read a novel in over a month. I think it's making me anemic. The longer I go without reading one the more anxious I get. Which one do I choose first? What if when I start reading I become so engrossed that my kid ends up scrubbing her entire rock collection with her toothbrush?
In other news, my library is having a book sale this weekend and I have been counting down the days all month. I'm going to purchase more cheap books that I will feel guilty and anxious about not reading.
The Vice Presidential debate is about to start so I'm breaking out in hives. Political debates stress me out. I feel physically uncomfortable for both participants. My heart rate goes up knowing how crucial this performance is, what they have at stake and how much pressure they are under as they're speaking. I walked out of the room ten times while Romney and Obama were going at it. Some may say that I have an overblown fear of conflict. I say that I am just the nicest person on the planet. Although whenever an NPR journalist happened to mention the presidential candidates rehearsing for their debate performances I got the giggles. Sometimes I laughed just thinking about it.
Lately I've not felt like saying anything. I've felt like pulling away and being alone and keeping thoughts to myself. I think that makes me introverted. Or a turtle.
Sometimes seeds have to grow a while before you can harvest them. This is also true of thoughts and words. We live in such an instantaneous age. Everyone is slinging content around, trying to be louder, righter, insightfuler. (That's not a real word?) I am trying to think about where my roots are right now and not be so concerned about my branches.
It was tough at first and then became easier. It has been good for me. Just wanted to stop by so everyone knows I'm alright. Now to tune into the debate coverage and shield my eyes.