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I'm making at least one public post a day between today and November 30th. I just signed up for NaBloPoMo because I've already been posting to Live Journal almost daily for over 10 years.
I can't do NaNoWriMo this year because of the upcoming move. Every year, I think about doing it, but who am I kidding? I'm not sure I'm a novel writer, and I'm the type who writes a sentence and then goes back and revises it. It's a horrible habit, but it's one I can't seem to break, so I would never get a novel written in 30 days. But NaBloPoMo is something I CAN do and pretty much have been doing. Just not officially. :)
Anyway, this journal will be on the NaBloPoMo blog roll, so if anyone new is reading, hi! There's lots more here, but I keep most entries friends only.
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Yesterday was one of those rare days when I can truly appreciate living in the Pacific Northwest. I ran out to the grocery store, ostensibly to get milk, but what I really wanted was some frosted sugar cookies. I went into Top and got the milk, after deciding against the cookies. I didn't really want to buy a dozen of them. But I grabbed three bags of candy corn. It was on sale. Probably a bad thing for me to do, but it was Halloween. And Halloween and candy corn just kind of go together. At least, that's my excuse.
Since I still wanted sugar cookies, I thought I'd drive down the hill to Panera Bread to get two cookies there. As I was leaving the Top parking lot, I happened to look up and see two Bald Eagles soaring overhead. Even here, that's not a sight you see every day. I've lived in the Seattle area for four years, and I only saw Bald Eagles for the first time here this year (I've seen them before when I lived in Ohio, just not HERE - a place where people claim to see them everywhere). Now I see them fairly often. Maybe I just really wasn't looking before. I am now.
As I was driving to Panera, I admired the color along Kent-Kangley Road. I don't think we've had a particularly colorful autumn this year. The color is patchy, not widespread. But Kent seems to have lucked out, because I've seen more color in my town than anywhere else around King County. And the trees here are BEAUTIFUL.
Anyway, I got my much-desired dessert - two pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies. We had them last night after watching It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (Is it weird that I empathize with Charlie Brown, who got rocks at every house where he trick or treats? I feel like that's a metaphor for life sometimes.)
We didn't pass out candy last night. And we disconnected the doorbell. It's not that I don't love trick or treat. I love watching the kids in their costumes. But it upsets the dogs too much. They bark at everything. And they were still on high alert last night, even though we didn't pass out candy. They still heard the kids outside, and it sounded like somebody was shooting off fireworks.
Our last Halloween at this house. Pretty soon, we'll have our last Thanksgiving. And then our last Christmas. I feel like we barely even lived here, but I suppose four years isn't very long. And I'm not sure how much I was LIVING here anyway. Mostly, I feel like I've just been existing.
November. Then December. And then a few days in January. And then we're gone. I can hardly believe it.
I can't do NaNoWriMo this year because of the upcoming move. Every year, I think about doing it, but who am I kidding? I'm not sure I'm a novel writer, and I'm the type who writes a sentence and then goes back and revises it. It's a horrible habit, but it's one I can't seem to break, so I would never get a novel written in 30 days. But NaBloPoMo is something I CAN do and pretty much have been doing. Just not officially. :)
Anyway, this journal will be on the NaBloPoMo blog roll, so if anyone new is reading, hi! There's lots more here, but I keep most entries friends only.
Yesterday was one of those rare days when I can truly appreciate living in the Pacific Northwest. I ran out to the grocery store, ostensibly to get milk, but what I really wanted was some frosted sugar cookies. I went into Top and got the milk, after deciding against the cookies. I didn't really want to buy a dozen of them. But I grabbed three bags of candy corn. It was on sale. Probably a bad thing for me to do, but it was Halloween. And Halloween and candy corn just kind of go together. At least, that's my excuse.
Since I still wanted sugar cookies, I thought I'd drive down the hill to Panera Bread to get two cookies there. As I was leaving the Top parking lot, I happened to look up and see two Bald Eagles soaring overhead. Even here, that's not a sight you see every day. I've lived in the Seattle area for four years, and I only saw Bald Eagles for the first time here this year (I've seen them before when I lived in Ohio, just not HERE - a place where people claim to see them everywhere). Now I see them fairly often. Maybe I just really wasn't looking before. I am now.
As I was driving to Panera, I admired the color along Kent-Kangley Road. I don't think we've had a particularly colorful autumn this year. The color is patchy, not widespread. But Kent seems to have lucked out, because I've seen more color in my town than anywhere else around King County. And the trees here are BEAUTIFUL.
Anyway, I got my much-desired dessert - two pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies. We had them last night after watching It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (Is it weird that I empathize with Charlie Brown, who got rocks at every house where he trick or treats? I feel like that's a metaphor for life sometimes.)
We didn't pass out candy last night. And we disconnected the doorbell. It's not that I don't love trick or treat. I love watching the kids in their costumes. But it upsets the dogs too much. They bark at everything. And they were still on high alert last night, even though we didn't pass out candy. They still heard the kids outside, and it sounded like somebody was shooting off fireworks.
Our last Halloween at this house. Pretty soon, we'll have our last Thanksgiving. And then our last Christmas. I feel like we barely even lived here, but I suppose four years isn't very long. And I'm not sure how much I was LIVING here anyway. Mostly, I feel like I've just been existing.
November. Then December. And then a few days in January. And then we're gone. I can hardly believe it.