31 before 32

So I don't forget, the following is courtesy of the three year old, this morning while making breakfast.

Me: Try this. {hands kiwi slice to kid}


Nat: {licks once, twice}


Me: It's kiwi. It's a fruit.


Nat: Uh-uh momma. It's not fruit, it's dirt.




To the followers: I apologize if your dashboard is inundated with my posts. I've discovered  how to put my old blog posts on to blogger. I dunno if "new" "old" posts are showing up in your feed. If they are, mea culpa.

Letting you know that I think the funk I've been in has lifted. It was feeling like I was becoming so embittered by this move. It wasn't until yesterday when MIL helped to identify the what and why we're/I'm experiencing... Grief. I grieve for my car. I grieve for my refrigerator. Everyone grieves for that refrigerator.

I wrote on May 27 that my forseeable future is a Saturday. Was this the shock and denial stage? Sure, why not? But I think I'd rather be mentally there on that meadow at sunset than where I  was. At some point, don't know when, my life became late Sunday afternoon, the long dark tea-time of the soul. But now, it's time to get on with it. Right.

No one died and it was great to realize that I was being a spoiled brat. Is so nice to know that I can still pull it off at my age. But, like I said, time to move forward and be done with whining about what I no longer get to enjoy.

So what did it? Dunno, doesn't matter anyways. Maybe it's the list. 31 before 32. Come up with the appropriate number (your current age) of things you want to get done before your next birthday. So, 31 things before I turn 32. That, to me, seems to be a better round for KO'ing my boredom.