Not Much Doing: Ain’t it Great?

I can’t believe I’m going to be home in a week. I hope my cat is still alive. Ooo…that did not sound good. (Do have a cat sitter, by the way.) It’s just that said cat has kidney issues.

I’m tired. I suppose it was a busy day and it is late. Last night, I don’t even recall laying here much before falling asleep–especially since I woke up all groggy at only 11:30 when my daughter, who is sleeping on the floor beside my bed, started moaning and groaning–what is with that? She’s four! And she grinds her teeth too! Needless to say, I pulled the moaning little kicker into bed with me–what is a night’s sleep without blankets or rest? Anyway, today my daughter and I cut down trees, played, swam twice, put the last coat of paint on the screen for the cottage’s upstairs window, put it back together after cutting out a new screen, painted a table, vacuumed the cottage (and the vacuum cleaner still works–I think I outgrew my destructive kill vacuum cleaner stage), swept and blew off the veranda (darn trees keep dropping stuff all over the place) and helped make supper for company. Plus all the usual everyday running around and all that crazy running up and down the hill from the boathouse a few times–killer on the legs–especially with a four-year-old on your back.

Anyway, not a lot new in my life at the moment. Although I hope when I am in my 90s I am as strong and smart and able-bodied as a lady I met tonight. Rock on!

Oh yeah, and another stranger tried to befriend me on Facebook. That’s two this week. Maybe I should put my picture on there so strangers know that they don’t know me. Nah…