Yeah, I'm still here.

Did you ever have a day when you’re like, “oh hey, great idea for a painting”, then you go through your things to find that you’ve run out of pages in your sketchbook and your other sketchbook is just too ugly for such a masterpiece, so you set about making a new one, and then get distracted because there’s a girl coming over and you haven’t finished fixing up the dollhouse, so you run downstairs and then you get bored, so you get your laptop, watch two movies (Pocahontas and Hercules) and glue pieces of wood onto stucco siding when your cat decides it’s a grand time to attack you, so you have to go get the camera cause he’s just so darn cute, and of course it’s snowing, so she doesn’t come, but your parents do, so you have to clean up, but first you have to shovel all the snow off the sidewalk and then your brother comes out and you get in a snowball fight? (That was a really long sentence. Felt I had to cut in half. Sorry, that means that there still more listing of things that happen in the average person’s day. Average being a debatable adjective for this scenario.) And THEN your brother wants to go for a bike ride in the snow, even though while you were shoveling you hatched a brilliant idea for a short story and have the dialogue going perfectly in your head and everything, but you can’t bear to see an opportunity such as this come to pass, so you clamor into biking gear but not before taking your cat out into the snow for the first time on to have him go crazy and scratch your chest fifty times in panic. And so you get back, and nothing has been done, and you’re all like, hey, ill write a blog post then, but you have accomplished nothing all day, so there’s nothing to write about? So you procrastinate by watching TV. episodes of your favorite British comedy, Miranda, and eating a ton of pretzels?

Exactly. We all have days like that.

But that's how every single day of this break has gone thus far. That is, I set out to do something, and then I get distracted. It's always little things, but things, none the less, that take away precious time.

Which is my excuse for not writing. Other than having next to nothing to say.

Anyway, I have quite the aspiration for this winter break. I am going to read every single classic novel I can lay my hands on. Sp far, I have accomplished a small dent in my pile by having read the Poisionwood Bible. And read a bit of James Joyce and a Christmas Carol by Dickens.

And today we decorated the Christmas Tree! Pippin was going crazy- I think he loves having a tree inside, not mention having that tree covered in shiny bright objects that make nice clinking sounds when they are batted…

This will be our first Christmas that I can remember without Hezzie sleeping under the tree. Its hard to imagine that one year ago she was still with us, only she would have just started showing signs of having her seizures. Poor baby girl. So, in memory of my darling, and in the Christmas spirit, I would like to offer free publicity for A Pussycats Christmas, or Hezzie’s own personal Christmas story with a touch of Pippins playful, deviant, curiosity.


I suggest that everyone read this story, or at least look at the pictures-- ADORABLE.

Also, i can't believe I've gone this long into a blog without writing about my cat. Crazy.
Expect an update very soon!