Have A Fun Day

Good morning all. Okay, so I would assume it's not morning when you read this. But it is morning for me. So write this, I shall. And do you know why? Because it's so quiet in the morning. It's so peaceful. Until the kids wake up. And then all bets are off. The quiet usually turns to not quiet. I know, that's crazy. But I've done the math, and it checks out. It's quieter when the kids are still sleeping. And with five of them here, once the quiet stops, the non-quiet starts. And that is hard to comprehend, but I promise that it's true.

Today I really don't have much to talk about. I think I'm going to update this periodically throughout the day. Whenever I feel like I have something to say. I can't promise that it will be important. I can't promise that it will even be interesting. But I will say it. With my fingers. My beautiful fingers. I still have all ten of them. That's right, all ten of them! Now that is pretty impressive. So I guess I will use all ten of them to waste your time today. I know, I'm a sweetheart like that.

So, Christmas is a week from day. I don't know how that happened so fast. Where did 2017 go? The best year of my life, and it's almost over. I remember this time last year. I spent so much time texting with Julia. And now instead of texting, we're living together. It's crazy what a year can change. I know I say that a lot. But I really am in awe of that. We did okay for Christmas this year. Not as well as the two of us had hoped for. Too many things were against us for that. So many disappointments from my job. To be honest I'm surprised by them. But we will get by. We will be okay. Even if I don't know exactly how right now. We will be okay. And Christmas will be okay. The kids will be okay. So, Merry Christmas everyone. May you have a pleasant day on that day. We all deserve it. We all need more time. We all deserve more time. Especially now, when I'm ready to enjoy it.

Time. There is never enough time. No matter how much time we have, it's never enough. There are so many things that I want to do. There are so many things that I want to accomplish. There isn't enough time. I try to get through everything I need to do. By the time I get around to doing the things that I want to do, time has escaped me. It happens so fast. I see time slowly tick by. By the time one minute has gone by, three more minutes are right behind it. It's funny how time seems to go slowly while I'm working. But by the time that work is done, it has chewed through so much of my own time. And after work, there are a myriad other chores that need done. There is never enough time. No matter how much I try to make my peace with this, in the end I'm still left feeling perplexed. Where does the time go? Why must it go so fast. Why is there never enough. Days tick by. Months tick by. A year is gone. And I'm left wondering what now? It's a crazy thing, time. It seems like there is so much. The reality is that there is very little. Just thought I'd bring that up.

Homeless kitty. We had a homeless kitty. One of the names we called him was "Lil' Trots". We had him because I fed him. Just once. To start. Then I kept feeding him. Let me tell you something, people, that's the best way to keep a homeless kitty at your home. So for a while, we had our own homeless kitty. We didn't want him. But I didn't want him to starve. And he was a skinny little guy. If we had cut his fur, he would have been very small. Very small indeed. And for a while it was okay. He ate. The kids pet him. But he was not allowed inside. We have two cats of our own. One of them is really kind of a dick. But we love the little turd. The homeless kitty, we didn't love. But we had an understanding: if he was nice to us, we would be nice to him. He stopped being nice to us. We continued being nice to him. For a while. But here's the thing about homeless kitties: once they start attacking, they have to go. We had no idea what this cat might have had wrong with it. Anyhow, he recently started getting violent with us. Attacking. Biting. Being a dick. We tried to ignore it. Tried to chalk it up to playing. It was getting worse. Much worse. He seemed genuinely dangerous. Finally we had to break down and call animal control. I didn't want to. I know what happens to violent cats that are unwanted. It makes me sad. But we had to. Our kids are more important. There, I said it. I find the lives of our kids more important than a homeless cat. Maybe that's human arrogance. Maybe that's just our survival instincts. Either way, I do feel bad, but I know that our kids are safe. I guess that will help me sleep at night. Still... I feel bad. He could have been a good cat. I don't know how long he was homeless. I hope his original owners have insomnia for the next couple weeks. He didn't deserve that. But he was sick. Sorry Lil' Trots. I hope you have a better life the next time around.

Time. It all comes back to time. In the end, everything is time. All of our stress comes down to time. Not enough time to make enough money. Not enough time to do what we want to do. Time is running out. We try to enjoy the time we have. And sometimes we do okay. Sometimes we use the time that we have wisely. Other times, we just waste our time. We waste it on the silly pursuit of silly things. We spend our time doing what rich people don't have the time to do. Because they are rich. They have important things to do. They have to spend their time in the pursuit of stressing about things that don't matter. Let us people with no money worry about how we're going to eat. Let us people with no money worry about how we're going to keep a roof over our heads. Let us people with no money worry about how we're going to put a smile on our children's faces. And you rich folks can worry about the pH balance in your pool. Because we just have the time to be wealthy like you. We're too busy working our lives away. And we're working them away fast. Our lives are slipping through our hands. Through our feet.

My foot is still swollen. It's been a long time now. I got surgery in June, but it was swollen before then. Insurance is a lot. I do not have the time to earn the money for that. So my foot is still swollen. I worry about it. I worry about it every day. The worry never goes away. I can't say that it's getting worse. But it's not getting better. Not nearly fast enough. I have plenty of time to worry about that. It's easy when it's just thoughts in my head. There's plenty of time to obsess over that. I just wish it would get better. Free up some more of that mind-time to worry about money. Cause we aren't rich. We don't even have a pool. That would be a pain. I just don't have the time to worry about a pool.

Anyhow, I guess that's all I have to say. It's funny. I was in a pretty good mood when I started this post. And now. Now I just want to end it. So... have a fun day.

Goodbye.