Here's what I've been up to this past month:
- Thinking about blog entries, but never actually typing or posting a darn thing
- Writing in my journal every night. As my high school and college friends might remember, I used to do this. Lately, it's been months between entries and I keep feeling like I'm missing something. People write in journals for lots of reasons. I think I do for two: 1) to get all the thoughts in my head on paper and help me think more clearly and 2) because I have a very, very lousy memory. No joke -- when I go back and read stuff about my own life that I wrote with my own hand, I frequently run across things that bring back no memories whatsoever. It may as well be about someone else. Like, for instance, as a junior in high school, I was invited to the senior prom. What? Really? I had to look the guy up in my yearbook. He was a nice, quiet guy from my calculus class. Why did I say no? It's really kind of unnerving really. I picture my brain with lots of memory filing cabinets and some are just plain stuck shut. Anyway, I don't want to forget these wonderful, busy, crazy days. And I don't want to forget my babies as they are now. They grow so fast, I'm told. :)
- Visiting family...that's why we live in Maryland. We would have been better off money-wise to settle down somewhere else, but we love it here!
- Tim and I painted a bird feeder. He picked red for the roof, of course. I had to really stand back and bite my tongue at times. He's only 3, but it was so hard to let him just mess it up. Hanging from our tree, you can hardly tell. Speaking of our tree, it turns out it is a lovely dogwood. I never bothered to look up what kind of tree it was and Ben thought maybe he could take it down and plant another variety. I told him, "Let's wait until the spring and see what it does." Sure enough, it was gorgeous! The blooms have dropped now, but they were pretty for a long while.
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I love your tree! We used to have a dogwood at the end of our driveway when I was little. Lovely! And the birdhouse looks perfect to me--much better than even my 6-year-old could have done! :)
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