It’s Been a Minute…

skeleton crawling uphill on the sidewalk

…crawling to the writing desk to save my babies, like.
It’s been a looooong 3 years. Years full of drama and angst and writers’ block and more angst and “over-coming” and “crumbling”. And angst.

I’m slowly climbing out. I’m getting rid. I’m sweeping house. I’m blowing the dust off.

No promises (not to mention “no readers” anymore, I don’t think, but if you’re still here, for shit’s sake SAY something!), but I’m at the cusp of writing again.

Starting with the “newest” news… I’m going to meet my second grandbaby some time in December. This is what is keeping me climbing right now. It’s a flurry of baby clothes, and baby names (We will welcome either Hannah or Thomas home) and baby, baby, baby, in this house, and it’s hard to keep up.

Along with new baby news, I want to catch up on my last 3 years on this dust ball. Weird shit and goings-on, lemme tell ya. Weird shit. I’ll get right on that – stay tuned, if you’re tuned.

A New Table to Sit At…

 

I have kind of/sort of duplicated Ruby’s kitchen table, complete with space heater underneath, in my own small way.

Ruby’s table was a safe space for me, and I miss it dreadfully. My table is much smaller, but I can feel her here in spirit, so I think it was a good idea, even if it did end up in a strange spot.

Emily Sarah – please note the crib board – we need to test out the card-playing vibe soon!

Tired? I’m Not Tired, Oma!

They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.

While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).

As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…

We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.