It feels like another random thoughts day. I have a fair amount to get done, a lot of things scheduled, and am feeling a bit scattered and disjointed. So here we go ...
I do not understand why some mornings the kids are up and ready to go bright and early, and others I have to drag them out of bed still trying to pry their eyelids open.
Where the heck do Phineas and Ferb go to school that they get 104 days of summer vacation? My kids are lucky if they get more than 65.
The only reason I'm at all looking forward to snow is so it can stabilize the snowman figures in the front yard. Otherwise, it can wait till Christmas Eve and go away in early January, as far as I'm concerned.
I'm feeling pretty good about having the fun family Christmas stuff done, except that now I have to focus on the far less interesting school-related Christmas stuff ... when did it become necessary to gift everyone you come in contact with? So tedious.
I'm reading Larry McMurtry's memoir, Books, and will review it later, but I was particularly struck by one section where he talks about his extremely large library and how he no longer feels intimately connected with it, in large part because he no longer has the possibility of rereading every title contained within. I can see that happening to me someday and will be extremely unhappy when the day arrives.
I've discovered a new definition of luxury - the personal librarian. Imagine having enough money to be able to employ a personal librarian!
I find locked doors in the house infuriating. I don't particularly like closed doors, either. Don't know why.
Honestly, I don't set out to wear matching colors with my daughter every day. Something in my subconscious must go for the same colors as I lay out our clothes at night. When I catch myself, I fix it ... but there are lots of times I don't catch it.
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