Some Things Never Change

Life has done what it does. It goes on. Life goes on.

I somehow survived the darkest, absolutely darkest, times of my life... so far. I've learned to accept that the people you think will be there - they might not be there. I've learned that people come out of freaking no where - and they are there for you.

I have a job. A job a love. How many people love their job? I don't get paid very well, I have no benefits, but a great (and I mean great) office.

I still have a home. After all the economic misery, I'm part of the fortunates that still have my home. Too many have lost their home. I don't care if people took on too much, I don't care. I just feel for people that need to work, can't find work, and their homes are worth less than they owe, and the banks don't give a crap. Even when the government kicks in a bundle, the banks squander it driving up costs. The banks have to prove that they are doing "due diligence"... all the while burning up government funds intended to go to the stuggling public. It's so damn obvious - yet, they get away with it.

I have a wonderful family. Thing One gradutated from High School. She spoke at graduation, she sang in the Honors Choir at graduation, and mad her mom so, so proud. She was beaming.
Thing 2 marches on, and in spite of having to live in the shadow of her big sister, she proves herself. She and her big sister are so different. They don't believe in the same "social class" issues that plague teens, they aren't the same when it comes to neatness, tidiness, responsibility... or anything else. I just pray that some day they will be there for each other. They are both such amazing, fabulous, wonderful people. Seriously. If you met them you would like them. Really.

Thing Three is becoming such a fun person. He is really funny! Not funny in a stupid way - funny in a really clever way. He worries me when he obsesses over video games, but then I watch him with his chickens, ducks, the rabbits, the dogs, and the cats, and I see that he has a very diverse and full childhood. A childhood that is being swallowed up by puberty.

I'm so proud. I'm very stressed, tired, over-worked, and sometimes cranky. But I'm genuinely happy. It has been a long time coming. I deserve it, and I'm appreciating it.

Things are sort of working out with the County. Can you imagine??? I'll believe it all when I see it.

I still have too many animals, in spite of losses. We've lost two of the four most recent cats. So sad. Yet, our first cat, the one that we picked out at the shelter in Connecticut, the one that drove to Chicago with me, the one that flew from Chicago to Phoenix with me... she is still here.

All four dogs are still around. I have a story, a real good one, about runaway dogs, Arizona law, and my visit to court. I'll save it - but my life is a collage of stories that make you scratch your head, I assure you.

We got a rabbit named Lilly.

Life is quite good, and I have missed my blog life. When I think of my blog life I feel warm and safe and welcome inside. I feel supported. I feel appreciative.

Thanks, and I'm so glad to be back. Back home. I have been enjoying the process of catching up, and I have plenty of that to do.