Swinging back to normal.

Funny how an hour and a conversation can alter one's attitude.  FH and I talked and he, as always, proved to be exactly the reminder I needed of what a treasure that we have and that it is so worth waiting for.  Now I will finish my laundry, get in bed, mourn Downton Abbey's season end (and poor, sweet Matthew), check Hulu for a new Parenthood,  and sleep, I hope, all night.

Sometimes I hear sounds in the house, when it's dark and late.  I know that the cats are playing, or the fridge is making ice, or some other innocuous thing, but I have gotten spooked a couple of times; once walked downstairs with the hammer that I keep tucked into my mattress.  I trust Bella (at right), my eight year old boxer, to protect me from anything that would have the poor judgment to intend to do me harm.  For the first time in my life, I lock my doors, I have an alarm system.  But I feel safe and good and home.


On my to-do list for tomorrow:

*re-position furniture in living room (brand new silk rug had to be Chem-Dried after I gave Bella a rawhide, good doggy mommy that I am, without thinking about the slime-- and a little puke, for good measure-- that would be left after 30 minutes of chewing-- on said rug, of course.)

*go to gym-- Younger Next Year!  (google it-- great book!)
*call Snow Summit about changing C's ski lesson to a later time.  (We are going to Snow Summit in Big Bear, just the two of us, our first time skiing CA slopes!  But 9 am?  What was I thinking?  Much too early-- we like a leisurely room service breakfast)
*buy neck warmer and new ski pants for C.  Hand warmers?
*call knob company and order the knobs for the cabinets in the casita (still under construction)
*plant lettuce in garden, an entire bed of it dedicated to be the guinea pigs' food, with Mother to help.
*be sure to let FH know how much I appreciate and love him.  More than once.

** NOT MOPE.