Break Time

          I have a confession to make. The main reason I've started this blog is to keep me from going insane. I have so much to do this semester that I  have very little time to think, and this blog gives me an excuse to have a break. However I do wish I'd started it before because I've figured out that taking a few minutes to reorganize my head is exactly what I've needed. I bounce around from project to project because I worry about them all at the same time and it just hasn't been working. So I sit down at my computer and I just think about all the wonderful things I have in my life and will have in my life. Today I've been day-dreaming about the kind of piano lessons I'll teach when I finally get my piano tuned. It's very exciting to think that I might be the reason someone knows how to play. I've also had my head filled with art I want to make which is my favorite thing to have my head filled with. I really don't think there's a reason I can't live in the world of dragons and adventure and be an adult at the same time. The only difference I see now is that I have less time to escape into such places. All the more reason I should when I can. I don't think adults keep their imaginations to let them go to waste.

Grown Ups are Busy

          One of the things I hate most about being grown up is not having time to spend day dreaming. I truly miss the days where I would play outside all day and alternate between being a princess, a witch, a soldier, and adventurer, and whatever else I decided I wanted to be. Today is one of those days where there's so much I need to do and not enough hours to do them. I will spend all morning working on assignments for school, making phone calls, running errands and then I will be at school until 7 pm at which time I will come home make dinner, do more homework and then go to bed. My drawings and books and nature trails will lay there lonely and unused not sure when I will return. Sometimes it really is hard and a little sad to have such a busy life. However as a certified grown up I cant let my school, my home or my husband fall in to disrepair, therefore I press on. I will do some more boring sketches of my sink and my stove, maybe clean the dishes , definitely feed the cats and maybe before I go to sleep I'll have some time to read about time travelers or draw some fairies.

Kittens in a Woodpile

          What is it about small helpless things that makes them absorb all of the time, money, and energy around them? This week my husband and I rescued 3 kittens in a brush pile, 2 of which were blind from eye infections. Without thinking about what would come next we built a ply-wood shelter from scraps and took these poor little things away from their mother and the elements. It's been 6 days, and so far we've spent $130 on medicine, $10 of food, and hours and hours and hours of time on these little guys. We're not even going to keep them, we're going to adopt them out because we already have two cats. Why did we do it? We just couldn't do anything else. We saw them wandering around and we couldn't think of anything else until they were safe in our care. I won't claim that I always do things like this because I definitely don't. There's just something ingrained in human nature that sees a baby creature  in need and simply has to act. Well whatever reason it was that suddenly made me decide $130 dollars wasn't too much money for eye gel and antibiotics I'm glad for it. It has been beyond fulfilling to watch them all get strong and healthy and ready for a family all their own. By the way the kittens that were blind are much better now. They can both see! One is completely recovered, and even though the other will probably have impaired vision for the rest of his life, he looks like he's going to be a happy, healthy and very playful cat.