REBLOG: There is some Good in the world, and it is worth fighting for

REBLOG: There is some Good in the world, and it is worth fighting for

I had a long day yesterday, ended up on an iced tea bender (tall, black, unsweet…registered Starbucks card = endless free refills) at the Sherman Oaks Galleria last night, running away from home. More hard work in-store today.

The boys came home Wednesday night, today’s work will make it possible to bring the girls home. It’s above 90°F, hot, and muggy — no weather to be schlepping it anywhere.

Passed a rough night where an enthusiastc roach woke me (crawling up my arm) two hours after I went to bed). Spent the next two hours playing various forms of solitaire and “reading” Jane Austen’s Persuasion on audiobook. Got two more hours of unrestful sleep that included a nightmare about the creeper lawyer neighbor upstairs who everyone agrees would be an opportunistic rapist if he’d had enough to drink and saw a clear opportunity. The [roommates’] kids (5½, almost 4, and resolutely 2) woke me up breaking out to get the crated dog…after flooding the bathroom with dirty toilet water…which was unfortunately absorbed by all the dirty laundry in its path.

At way-too-early in the morning, I thought I heard them breaking out again but found my roommate looking for clean pants among the clean laundry. Her question to me was: “Can I kill my children?”

My answer was: “I’ll help. We’ll blame the dog.”

So…rocky start to my morning, and much hard work stretching out before me today. I had to smile and was very happy to find a post in my feed from one of my absolutely most favorite blogs…period…ever…period. The Livesays live the way a lot of noisy Christians talk like we should live; the Livesays are the real deal.

Thus for your consideration, one of my most favorite moments from Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers:

Livesay [Haiti] Weblog: There is some Good in this world, and it is worth fighting for

Please cling to the hope that there is good and that it is worth fighting for. Blessings for your Friday. Prayers appreciated if you’re so inclined. — VKS

“Never a dull moment” to the degree that I don’t know if I would recognize one if it were happening

Some time around 10:30 PM (I’m too lazy to check the call log), my phone woke me up (think “Concerning Hobbits” as referenced in my post from last week).  People are always calling me for random reasons at all hours of the day and night.  It was my roommates, there was a kitten stuck under the hood of a truck downstairs.  I was half asleep, it was a very confusing phone call.  The small killing machine herself is now safe — and clean — in a carrier in the back bedroom.  She’s as cute as they come, not feral AT ALL, and has had a very rough day.  I guess the story is that she was stuck there all day, though maybe not ALL day because I walked the not-my-dog twice Monday and we would have noticed kitten meows.  I found a trapped kitten myself by the rectory at the church up the street a few months back (a fun fiasco — I needed to tie up the not-my-dog to not freak the kitten out, but the dog was freaking out because the man who was helping me was a stranger and was way too close to one of her people).

I feel like a horrible person for hoping the cat goes somewhere else (like back to its real family or to a nice home), but we have three kids five and under, a cat, a dog, two frogs, a gecko, a goldfish, plus my two guinea pigs.  The three year-old is, well, she’s Elmira — terrorizes all animals but is also deluded that they like her (Elmira is a character from Tiny Toon Adventures and Animaniacs! — my afternoon tween and teen cartoon destination).  The last thing this crazy house needs is a kitten (the cat agrees, she’s old and cranky and still hasn’t forgiven them for the dog).

Apart from that?

My new *workout plan* involves taking the not-my-dog running on 2.6 mi round-trip trips on a local designated bike path…on a (pro series) Razor scooter.  She is half chihuahua and half rat terrier — and the terrier means she has the energy of your average nuclear reactor (ROCKET DOG!!!!).  And darn it if that critter won’t pull me if we’re on a slight decline.  Really though…the sight of a thirty-something on a scooter, with a helmet (so uncool…and yet so safe, I’ve broken two helmets in falls and have been hit by cars twice — one rolled a red light, the other didn’t stop at a driveway; the helmet stays), with a weird little rat dog racing like a bat out of hell DEFINITELY turns heads…but generally in a “WTH was that?!” kind of way.  Like dog mushing on a much smaller and more eccentric scale.  But really, if you are my friend, you understand that for all the intellectual high-brow stuff, part of me remains still seven years-old (I am only 98% grown-up).

The 98% grown-up was getting very cranky this afternoon.  I did, finally, finish my post on gratitude, but needed to sit close enough to the WiFi to pick up the signal…which put me in the middle of the living room policing a child with whom I was losing my patience as she seemed hell-bent on being as annoying as humanly possible.  I eventually threw her butt in time out for not listening because I was just sick of dealing with her…and the catch was that she wasn’t listening in time out either, so I wouldn’t have cared if she stayed in time out forever.  Brother is sick and was home from school, others are getting sick…it was just a crazy busy day where what I thought was going to get done didn’t get done.

The air conditioning was fixed before dinner, so I retreated to my room at dinner time and took a four hour nap (haven’t really slept since at least last Wednesday).  It was too lovely for words.

I don’t remember what my next writing topic will be — I looked at it last night, but I was very tired at the time.  I remember being delighted by it.  I give myself permission to deal with it in the morning.

Still writing…

Still writing.

Life distracts with a silly thing called “reality” that keeps getting in my way. Visiting my relatives, spending beloved time with my baby niece, three small children (not mine, my roommates’, but beloved just the same) who are a force of nature that could bring down an empire (and possibly win a land war in Asia in a year or two), enough Dora the Explorer episodes as the constant soundtrack of life in this house to make me fairly certain that the solution to all my problems is probably hiding at the bottom of a talking purple backpack, and the very STRONG suspicion that Swiper has swiped my sanity, plus the crazy measures needed to attain both use of my laptop and use of WiFi concurrently mean that everything I’m writing is being written long-hand first? Well, it just makes the writing process more of a challenge (but I’m probably a better writer for it). – VKS

If you’re also subjected to too much of a certain small, enthusiastic Latina and her purple monkey friend, this will make total sense to you: