It’s been a busy few weeks around here. Busy, insightful, scary, but good.
Our first month of trying did not result in a pregnancy. Of course I’m a little disappointed even though I knew it was unlikely to happen this time, since the ovary that has this was up to bat.
I realized I’m a writer. And not in that, “hey look at me… I have a blog so that makes me a writer” way. I mean, that’s what I am on the inside. It’s what I should have decided I wanted to be when I grew up. But I thought only special, inherently talented people got to be writers, and I’ve never considered myself one of those. And frankly, the words “freelance” and “no health insurance” scared the shit out of me even when I was still in high school. It never occurred to me to look into having a more stable career related to writing, I just moved onto the next thing.
Anyway, since writers write, that’s what I’ve been doing. I didn’t mean to neglect the blog, it just sort of got lost when I opened the floodgates. They’ve been closed for a very long time. I’m still not entirely sure what goes where yet, but I intend to make sure some of it ends up here.
I think it’s been a few posts since I mentioned how wonderful and supportive my husband is. He smelled the “I’m going to start writing” coming before I even said anything, and bought me some books and other supportive writerly accessories. Like a laptop.
My very first laptop. Stop laughing. I went to college in the early 90s when only nerds and rich people had their own computers. I didn’t even own a PC until 2000.
I love having a laptop, and I will love it even more once I get used to the no mouse thing. It’s super fun to try to set up a new computer when you can barely figure out how to navigate. But I’m sure in no time My Precious and I will be the best of friends.
And honestly, I don’t know if I’m Snow White or what, but we appear to be destined to have animals decide they want to try to live with us. Whether we like it or not. In the last house it was a family of field mice.
In this house, I thought it was a ghost at first. Nothing like hearing an eerie scratching sound coming from the walls in the middle of the night. But after leaping out of bed and getting my EMF detector out so I could play Ghost Hunters, we heard the sound again. And it was quite obviously the sound of a medium size animal with claws walking around near the heating vents.
I was immediately grossed out because I pictured a family of nasty rodents pooping everywhere and leaving rotting carcasses about. Something like this:
After weeks of hearing the noise several times a day, Jerrad set up our motion-activated webcam in the crawlspace under the house. We don’t have a good clip to show you yet, but it seems like what’s going on down there is more like this:
And this:
If it turns out to be kittens, you best be calling me the SECOND they come out. I never miss a kitten moment. ; )
Oh, and PS – when we left your house the last time, one of your neighbors was poking around the neighborhood in the dark dark rain. She asked Talbot if he’d seen a very pregnant stray kitty, as she’d been caring for it and hadn’t seen it in a couple of days. Coincidence? I think not. ; )