I'm painting ...

and, Holy Dinah, does it feel good.  Pictures to come :)

K

Working hard, but also hardly working

Home sick today (and yesterday), but feeling really, really productive this evening for some odd reason.  Must be the 30+ hours of sleep in the last two days.  

Among other tasks, I went through every single piece of unfiled paper in my whole house. Brought on by a mad rush search for some missing T3 tax forms (that's a whole other blog topic), I sorted, filed and shredded two recycling bags full of paper.  That says much more about my lack of organization in the past year (or more) than it does about how much paper comes into my house.  

The shredding must have gotten my blood pumping.  I'm an organizing dynamo at the moment. I love that feeling.  I have made many, MANY promises to myself about keeping the momentum going and keeping better track of papers (especially if they have a "T" something on the top and come from a financial institution).

Not Hating This

Ruby's sister came for an overnight visit.  Izzy and Ruby are best buddies and sisters - you gotta have a sister to know what that's all about.  There are fights.  There is wrestling.  There is pure love.

When Izzy comes to visit, I like to report back to Cindy (Izzy's 'person') about all of the adventures.  When I describe them both curled up on my lap, she inevitably says "I bet you weren't hating that".

I'm definately not hating this.

K

ps - Don't make fun.  It is hard to get a good picture of yourself and two 5.75 month old puppies. Not alot of holding still.

Penny

Today, my baby sister is off to Africa for several months.  She has arranged to work with two different orphanages and has also set aside some time to experience whatever this continent has to show her.

I am, at once, thrilled and terrified.  I keep having images from when Carter and Kovac (ER) were on medical missions.  Perhaps I should re-watch "Out of Africa" to have a sweeter image in my head.  

Penny has dreamed of (and planned for, and fundraised for) this day for years.  We all feel compelled to do certain things.  Africa is her compulsion.  That continent won't know what hit it.

She has arranged to keep in touch via blog.  If you are interested in her travels, check out www.africacalledmyname.blogspot.com.  You won't be disappointed, I'm sure.

Signing off with a proud and anxious heart, 

K