Casual Sunday

I slept for two hours today. I hate napping, but over the last few months, have developed a deep appreciation for the sleep catch-up midday. Before this, I spent three solid hours watching my new DVD set of the first season of Studio 60 by the great Aaron Sorkin. Luckily this brilliant show lives on in DVD, as it was only on for one season.

My only outing was the grocery store and seeing the snow on the ground, I seriously debated in staying in my pj's the entire day. But I ventured out, picked up a few things, and came back to perform open-heart surgery.

On a cat toy, that is.

My kitten loves those "wand" toys where I can dangle the toy or make him chase it, jump for it, whatever. The ones I get for him have a fish on it (they are 2 bucks from the Rite Aid up the street, so he gets only those). Anyway, he's had a few of these but he always ends up scratching them so the stuffing falls out and I eventually have to trash it. When he does that, the little bell thing comes out too and so he loses interest when he can't hear it jingle. So today, when another "jingle" toy fell apart, I captured the bell and stuck it in one of the previously disabled stuffed fish.

I got the bell, stuck it in there, and put the whole thing together with duct tape.



Survey says...Happy kitty.

That guy up there was my hot date this Valentine's Day. My nephew Luka, now 20 months and growing into quite the active little boy, spent last night with me so his parents could go out on a much needed date and have some time to themselves to celebrate something they don't do nearly enough--their life together.

I watched Luka last year too for Valentines Day. He was only a baby then, and was cutting teeth on my papasan chair :) He cut through the "seams" that wrapped around the base, and I could have cared less. I still don't. They are frayed and it reminds me of him and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have never, ever been one to care about "things" like that. I hope I don't ever start.

They were incredibly appreciative when they came to pick him up, still sleepy in his pj's. We laughed about how he was my date again this year...my brother in law said something like, "I have a feeling next year will be different." I'm sure he meant that as a compliment, a way to make me feel better about being by "myself" this year.

And I don't know. Maybe it will and maybe it won't. Maybe I'll be off having a Valentine's date of my own, or maybe I'll have Luka on my couch watching a movie with me, or maybe I'll be in another city doing something else entirely.

Every day, I feel the winds of change around me...rustling the leaves and whispering in my ear that something better may be just around the corner. What that might be, I have no idea right now. I find myself, at random times of the day, whispering prayers under my breath for me to see some kind of sign of what I'm supposed to do.

Start new and let go of old ties that keep me bound to a certain place, a certain peice of myself, a certain role that I keep playing in my relationships. Or re-define those ties and allow them to give way to something different, maybe ten times better than I could have ever have imagined.

I don't know.

But I will. It's getting closer every day--and until then, I have sweet reminders that I have it pretty good. Sweet reminders that good things come to those who wait...