Happy Halloween

Just hanging out with baby in the rain and windy weather having a quiet Halloween.




Sunday Conversations

I was doing a little cleaning today and found some essential stuff that needed to get to my son. The stuff being referred to was of the health/immunization record, SSN/card sort of variety that for some reason did not make the move with him when he left a few years ago.

I thought this would be a great excuse to drop on over and visit with him and his girlfriend since I see them rarely. He’s busy, she’s busy, I’m busy and our lives just don’t coincide very often but being a rather cloudy, cold and rainy day I suspected they may be home and they were.

We, well at least I enjoyed a couple of hours of catch up on life discussion. This typically centers around jobs, the prospect of changing those jobs, the outlook for more schooling in both of their lives and just general chat about siblings and such.

I don’t know if either of these two amazing people realize just how much I enjoy conversations with them. When I’m with them I realize close up just how different my relationship is with each of my children. The relationship with oldest daughter who has the distinction of birthing my new granddaughter is one of a typical mother/daughter scenario. We talk life, kids, jobs, marriage, friends, cooking, shopping, etc., just about anything is fair game although it typically isn’t anything deep. With the younger daughter right now it tends to be school related but she and I can get caught up in social issues as well.

My son is a different story though. He is thoughtful about life, about society, about the world in general. He has viewpoints, strong viewpoints. This is not to imply that my girls are focused on trivial matters. Not at all, but for some reason, maybe it’s a gendered thing, trivia is not typically present in conversations with my son. Today we discussed politics, we discussed the system and failure of public education, we discussed if there was anything better than what we have. I listened to him speak about the time he is putting into researching issues to be voted on in our upcoming election. No one I know spends time actually researching issues. I am impressed by him and his convictions to making an informed decision. I am just impressed in general at his depth of knowledge and wisdom.

We talked a lot about his job, about the lengths he is going to on his own to improve for his job and about where this will lead him and about where he sees himself going rather it be down this road or another. I’m sure he has no idea how much I enjoy these conversations with him and with his girlfriend. I enjoy them immensely. I come away feeling like I have learned something each time.

I have three very diverse yet very connected children and they each bring to the forefront a unique perspective to my life and my worldview. I’m feeling like I’m pretty lucky and pretty proud of who I raised and how they all turned out.

Disdainful cats are funny

I just thought I would share a picture I took yesterday.


This is Snowflake and I love the look on her face and the place she chose to sit. I had purchased a few things for Gisella so that we have some play activities for her when she visits. This little toy is one which she can either lay on, which is perfect at this stage, or sit upright at and interact with the zoo animals hanging from the bar.

I set it up and casually placed it near the play yard I have set up in my office which has now taken on double duty as Gisella’s nap area. I turned my back and when I came around to clean up the box this toy was packed in I found the cat sitting smack dab in the middle of this device with the slightly forlorn and incredibly disdainful air. Parking her cat butt directly on the mat made it very clear that she was either claiming the toy for herself or complaining that “the baby” got something that she did not and she was none to pleased about it.

While I was taking the picture she did get up, walk over to me, rub up against me and then promptly return to the mat and plopped herself down again to reclaim her find. She didn’t stay long but certainly long enough to make her point.

Am I the only loser around WordPress?

A little query for my readers. Are you losing posts? Not so much your own but others posts? Are you reading every single post of every single blogger that you follow?

Maybe reading is the wrong word because I’m sure as a conscientious blogger you hang on every single word of every single fellow bloggers amazing posts. I suppose what I mean to ask is are you sure you are being alerted to each new post by WordPress in whatever system you have set up for those alerts?

I am supposed to be told every time a blogger places a new post on up on the site. I’m not sure this is happening. I just randomly spent some time in that little section that details all the blogs I follow and I will swear within an inch of my life that I have never seen some of those posts show up in my email alerts.

If this is true then where are those post alerts and why do I only get some and not all? Is this an arbitrary, random system that will, on a whim, decide that a post isn’t worthy of my attention and not tell me about it? Is there another dstecca out there getting alerts to bloggers they don’t follow and not understanding why?

I follow certain bloggers for a reason and I don’t want to miss their posts. I enjoy their posts and often interacting with them and I feel cheated if I am somehow out of the loop.

The alternative to my apparent loss of posts is slightly more worrisome. Maybe I am losing my mind. Quite possibly I actually have read all the posts and I just don’t recall, but don’t you think something, some little nuance would stand out as a memory, no matter how faint, to fire those synapses and send a mental sticky note saying “idiot, you just read that one two days ago and even commented on it.”

Will someone out there reassure me that my mind is sound and functioning correctly. Will someone please tell me that they have also lost a few posts here and there or found themselves questioning why WordPress may have singled them out to receive only specific posts.

Wait, I hear something. A faint voice–growing louder. Could this be the explanation I seek?

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, the Twilight Zone!

Ambition–what is that?

I have none today, ambition that is. Maybe it’s the weather. Rain has returned to the great Pacific Northwest after a really long dry spell. Looking outside, this is the autumn we know and love here in Washington. Cloudy, gray, rainy drizzle. While not particularly cold it’s just sort of draining.

That’s exactly how I feel today-just drained- with not enough energy to attempt doing anything worthwhile. So I have not done much but sit on my rear-end, nap, look at some old pictures of life events, and blog a bit. Twice I have attempted to start some homework and twice I have quickly put it all aside. I can’t get the energy up to write about attitudes and emotion work when right now I feel like I have neither.

My text used the term malaise in a recent chapter. In that reference it was referring to living conditions in rural versus urbanized areas as they apply to social issues. Malaise is the perfect word for today and my being: a psychological state of unhappiness. Although I don’t feel unhappy, I do feel blah so maybe I can stretch the definition a bit. Blah must be close to unhappy don’t you think?

I think part of my malaise is due to some familial concerns that I have little control over but wish that I could influence in a positive way. It’s difficult to see a situation and have no ability to do much about it when your head is screaming out directions and emotions and suggestions right and left. I simply have to hope that the right and best decisions will be made.

I have also spent some time in the last few days trying to make some decisions about school. Minor things like do I take a class just to get it done even though I think I will have issues with the professor or do I wait for a professor that I anticipate clicking with but which means I put off a class and the degree for longer? I opted for the wait-for-the-hopefully-better-fit-professor over the let’s-just-get-this-done route. I realized that I don’t have to finish this degree by any imminent deadline and I would rather get all that I can out of the courses I am taking. If that means waiting and/or giving myself a month or two between classes then that’s what I will do. With that comes the need to drop a few core classes for now, add a few electives that I was going to take later and basically just rearrange the order of progression. That decision means that I will start my first 400 level class in just about two weeks. This was a class that I figured I would take just before my senior seminar. It is focused on gender and society, which I’m really interested in. I hope it was a good decision on my part and only time will tell. Fortunately, I don’t have any other classes going at the same time and with holiday time coming up my work schedule will have some openings giving me (hopefully) time to devote to the work I expect to be associated with this class.

I am patting myself on the back as I did not even consider moving my Statistics class until later. This is the one class that I don’t look forward to but I’m keeping that promise to myself that it was not going to be my last class before seminar. Yeah me!

Well, not surprising but just spending a few moments here on the blog has raised my spirits a bit. I just heard from the TV in the other room that the local football team has pulled out a win-Yeah Seattle!

Maybe I can tackle that homework in a bit. We’ll see and if not it will be there tomorrow along with the rain.