Tomorrow is Christmas. I just wrote a whole long post complaining, but then I realized I’m just tired and cranky right now. I think I vented what I needed to vent, but it’s probably not a good idea to post it on my blog for the world to read. I have no idea who reads my blog, so I better be nice to everyone. :-) I miss Paul. A lot. I am getting really tired of this distance. I suppose…
It’s the day before Christmas Eve; therefore, it’s Christmas Adam. Okay, it’s an old joke, but I still am amused by it. :-) I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve already. You know, I’ve always had warm Christmases (in Peru, Christmas was the start of summer and we went to the beach to celebrate), but for some reason I feel that without the traditional white stuff on the ground, it isn’t really Christmas. I’d like to see more of the Christmas…
Nothing excited happened today. I finished the christmas cards and finally got them mailed out. All total, I sent about 92 cards. Whew! My hand hurts. But I’m very satisfied with a job completed, even though the ones I mailed today will most likely arrive after Christmas. I took the kitties to the vet. Lewis has a cold and it sounds awful. They gave me pills for him. I don’t like the idea of forcing pills down a cat’s throat…
My sister got a moth for Christmas. I’m not kidding! Who can say they’ve gotten a moth as a present? Well my sister can. And it fits her. She likes animals – we all do, but my sister likes them the most I think. And a moth fits her quirky and desire-to-be-different personality. So when my grandmother saw them at the (plant) nursery for sale, she immediately thought of my sister. Now before you think this is some old brown…
I have decided on names. The proposed name of Seymour struck on something I wanted: a name that wasn’t just a cat name (like “Oreo”), but something more sophisticated. Seymour sounds like a British author, and I thought to myself, what author do I love? Immediately coming to mind was the beloved C.S. Lewis. I looked at the black and white cat, and decided that “Lewis” seemed to fit him. Therefore, I present to you, Lewis: For his sister, I…