Just got back from walking the Trail of Lights with my mother-in-law & child. It was fun. Cold. Pretty. Trying. Loud. Crowded. It smelled wonderful; pine trees, cold air, funnel cake stands, happy people. The dioramas were, eh..ok. Overall nothing spectacular. There were one or two really clever ones. The only one that I could call truly beautiful was the “Snow Queen Castle”. But it scared the Girlie (the music was spooky) and so we left quickly.

We’re home now and everybody is all bathed, warm, pink, glowing. Ready for night-night. The Girlie is snuggied in my bed. She’s actually reading a story to Sully.
It was a good day.
A good day.

I had one of those dreams last night. You know the ones, they run like a Movie of the Week. I don’t remember the details (thanks gods!). Just that I woke up going “Ew, ew” and shaking my head like I had water in my ear. *blech*

I should get up and clean. Do laundry or something.
House-cleaning? pfft. I’ve better things to do!
Today is for massage, making jewelry, reading and writing. Although, at some point during this weekend I must decide what sort of cookies I am going to be making for the Yule gifts.
a) Peanut Butter
b) Choco Chip
c) Ginger-sunflower seed snaps
d) Blueberry Lemon

are the major contenders. If any o’ my readers has an idea – I’m all ears. I’ve also got a 1/2 package of Rollos. I could make some thumbprint cookies w/them.

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I’m so…so…depressed? angry? fed up? secretly relieved? a mixture of everything? something completely indefinable?
I don’t know. It boils down to this: we’re too poor for me to take any classes this coming spring. And since I made too much money last year I am not eligible for any sort of financial assistance. So it will be summer, possibly even fall before I am at all able to start school. Another semester opportunity glees by again. I *do* want to start school. I feel like I’ve reached a maturity level that could handle college. I’m certainly bright enough. I guess I will be gearing up for it in summer. 😦
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My uncle Jake’s wife of over 40 years has passed away. She died of a heart attack last Thursday night. The funeral was on Saturday. Jake is holding up well. He will be..what? 79 on his next birthday? Maybe 80? He is the eldest of Grandma’s kids. (Mom’s the youngest) Mom tells me that Jake is likely going to move into Grandma’s house now. He’s got nothing really tying him to the place he and Linda shared anymore. And, honestly its just a shack. No insulation at all. Grandma’s house is so snug that a candle could keep it warm. I’m glad that someone is going to be living there. I’ve lots of memories from there. Good ones and bad. It’s not right that it should sit there all alone.

Mom visited Grandma in the home while she down for the funeral. The medications seem to be helping. At least, she was better acquainted with the world around her. Mom tells me that she is probably going to bring Grandma to their house for xmas.

When did my family – my extended family mostly – get so old?

Sturgy was in the hospital. Which is sort of a silly statement as she *works* in a hospital.
But this time, it was because she was having chest pains.
Luckily its not heart related. She apparently has the heart of a twenty year old. (damnit, we told her not to take souvenirs!) She is having esophageal spasms.
I just got an email from her stating that she is fine and that she is now on meds for this.
I’m thinking…there’s medicine for spasms of the esophagus???