Too Tired

I meant to-- Really Meant To-- write a longer post today, one with pictures and a story of some kind.
But...

I went shopping with The Tween (aka Clover) today, and I'm afraid it's all I can do to sit upright.

Fall

Whenever I am not actually COLD, I love Fall. (Note: This means that, a goodly percentage of the time, I do NOT love Fall.) I find damp cold to be incredibly miserable. I tend to dress for bed as if I'm going out to play in snow. I don't. like. cold.

But I do love just about every other aspect of autumn, including:

Brightly coloured leaves
Hot apple cider, hot chocolate, hot tea (which I drink at other times of the year as well, but find even more satisfying in the fall)
Fall clothes
Rainboots
Halloween
Thanksgiving


So, having given it due thought, I've decided to give Autumn a try this year, and I'll try to do it right.

Bring on the cider.

Update

So, after consulting with the Best Vet Ever (second only to Scarlett's regular vet), we are waiting on surgery for a while. There's a possibility that her bone will heal itself, and no surgery will be needed after all.

Wouldn't that be AWESOME?

Specialties Galore

I have to take this fuzzy critter to an orthopedic veterinary surgeon surgeon tomorrow:

Did you even know that this profession EXISTED? I thought there were, you know, vets. Vets who work with pets, vets who work with farmyard animals, and vets who work with wild beasties. Probably there are other vets too, but orthopedic veterinary surgeons?

Well, knock me over with a feather.

Lunchboxes

I have a problem.

Last school year, probably in early spring, I got started making cute little lunchbox notes for Clover and Neptune. They're sort of like mini scrapbook pages-- decorations on the front of a 3"x3" square, a friendly little note on the back.

This was all well and good at the beginning, when I was full of ideas and enthusiasm, but now I seem to have set a precedent, and it's hard to escape. I LIKE doing this, and I LOVE that the kids love it, but there's still a certain level of expectation at this point. The following are some examples of the notes of which I speak:

Fascinating

Before too long, my grandmother will be moving into a retirement home. This is no surprise; she IS 91 years old, and it is an entirely logical, totally perfect choice. The challenge before the move, however, is going through the 65+ years of STUFF that has accumulated in the house in which she currently lives. This summer, I spent some time with my cousin and dad going through the stuff in the closet. Here's a sampling of what we found...

What is it, do you think?

A small pair of knitted shorts, sewn together at the waist. Purpose?

A multiple-year-old cookie

A space station/serving dish

And, the very best of all, a small angel sealed inside two wine glasses.

October

Well, I have pretty much failed at my rather poorly defined goal, "post more on blog." Instead, I'm going to give myself a much more specific goal: Post something to the blog every day of October. That means 31, friends. They will not all be insightful, that will not all be pretty, they will certainly not all be funny... BUT. There will be 31 one of them.

So there.