I might be.
I am very much needing to make up for lost time.
I have lost a lot of time.
HUGE-a-MONGO amounts of time.
Like I have made my out of the longest Survivor maze ever.
Forever present in the moment, and the beauty of the surroundings, but enveloped to the point of being strangled.
So now I am feeling frantic.
In need of ... something.
Like I need to get going, get moving, get living again.
Fortunately .. the weather is a bit nasty ... so that is keeping me locked up, and out of trouble.
Plus, I just realized tonight that the boy had borrowed my camera .. a great long while ago, and even that isn't at my disposal. OUCH.
I have taken up scrolling through Pinterest. Rhymes with interest, for great reason.
The passions of all the whackadoodle creativity is slowly coming alive, and I find myself longing for some magic to begin to unfold!!
But first I need a darning needle .. to finish the boys toque. MUST. FINISH. THE. TOQUE.
It's comedy actually that this project has been dithering about ... since November. All of the winter months .. where the boy essentially wears a toque everywhere he goes ... kind of like it's going to be the grand unveiling of his LONG hair. Comedic.
In things that are greatly comedic:
I had the great opportunity to witness the GIRLIE girl sit and teach herself a lovely STAY WITH ME song, and the boy toodle about on the ukulele. Talk about changing tides!
I fisnihed these two books ...
One was TOTALLY CUTE, and made me laugh, laugh and laugh. It was not a book that an adult would read, but rather a younger kid .. I DON'T CARE .... it was as cute as the sweetest kitten picture ever posted on Facebok could ever be ...
The OTHER book was abysmall ... deeply disturbing in a horrid motherly way .... very well written, but just so sadly disturbing ... I should have really read what the title was telling me ...