April 21, 2010

• Blogging Less

  
  Because of our current state of unemployment (please, friends, keep your fingers crossed for us!), much of our time is spent… well, you know: Trying to join the ranks of the working people.

  I’m blogging a bit less over here. What little time I do spend writing… Well, I journal a bit and I write poems for National Poetry Month, over on my other Xanga account. I feel lucky to get a poem a day out… and folks, there is only one word to describe my poetry: BAD!

  While we are staying with my FIL, the only place for the computer is in the living room, on a coffee table, across from the television. I live with two men who are hard of hearing, so the TV is always on full blast. These same men don’t quite understand that while I am writing, I am unable to hold a conversation. They try to talk to me anyway. Sigh.

  I spend a lot of time out on the little (standing room only) porch with my notebook and pen. I can only stay on my feet for so long – and if it rains, forget it (it is an uncovered porch). I don’t get much done, writing-wise.

  I feel like I am a “bad blogger,” but then, I’ve rarely felt like a “good blogger.” I’m just a chiquita who likes to write.

  There are changes coming my way – the good kind. It is killing me, not having time to write in detail all about these upcoming changes. When we’re employed and settled in our own place (when the computer will hopefully have its very own little – quiet – room!), I will definitely clue you all in!

  In the meantime, I won’t be doing much blogging on this site, just little updates… Oh! Like this:

  The Sam is doing extremely well. He has lost one pound in two weeks on his diet. The new food (Turkey & Rice… Two of his very favourite things to eat!) has done wonders for him. He’s been active and playful like a kitten. He enjoys chasing his puppy-cousin, Nibbler, all over the house, up and down the stairs. His coat has become even softer than it was before (think rabbit fur). The fur that was shaved around his backside and tail is growing back in quickly, and beautifully. Even his eyes seem brighter!   

  The Sam has a crush on one of his kitty-cousins, a pretty little thing named Princess Gleep. She wants nothing to do with him. He tries to show off for her, flexing his muscles, doing flips, et cetera… The Sam even tries to share his food and toys with her! What does he get for all of his efforts? She hisses and growls, and tries to smack his nose!

  The other day, when The Sam was rejected with extreme prejudice, he ran to me, crying. I told my broken-hearted furry little man, “That’s why they call them crushes,” and advised him to back off… But The Sam is somewhat obsessed (Well, Princess Gleep is a beautiful kitty; her coat is black and shiny, with a little tuft of white just beneath her throat, and she has exotic, slightly slanted, bright green eyes); he keeps trying. The Sam doesn’t understand how any female could reject him.

  Frankly, neither can I. I find him irresistible! Here he is yesterday, with his favourite toy in the world, my husband, Ken:

  

  Hope to update again soon. Please, keep us in your prayers, and we will keep all of you in ours.  

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