Mouse was still loose last night, and I saw it crawl out from under my bed while I was in bed, so I opted to sleep in another room. It's grossing me out and I've been on the lookout for it all day along every baseboard and corner I pass. Traps are set and I did put some peppermint oil on some paper towels and spread them around my room to deter the mouse or mice. I have lived in a few places that were just as cluttered or worse than my home, and I've never encountered mice before. It's just all the unpredictability of running around that scares me. I don't mind seeing them in cages or even holding a rodent. So enough is enough of that.
What else? I've been incredibly lazy and didn't do anything spectacular today. No school except a little typing for Justin. We did take showers. We did eat. We got outside. We are alive. I don't want to say much else because I've had a kind of all over the place emotional day. Maybe because my friends had a party for another one of my best friends who just moved into a new home and I wanted to be there. I would have been there. But instead, I'm here. I'm here and am awaiting the arrival of a few friends coming to Indy for a church conference. But I think that might start some tears flowing, too. Plus, Halloween. I hate Halloween. The kids haven't even asked this year why we don't celebrate it. If it was just the fairy princesses or superheroes maybe, just maybe I could participate. But since so much of it is blood and gore and death and horror, I just cannot. There are some great costumes. I love cosplay costumes. (Dressing up as your favorite TV/comic book/story character/video game, etc. character). There's a lot of creativity. But death, well, is death. So, let it be written in the anals of our history, we don't do Halloween. I think on Monday at co op I'll say, "Happy Reformation Day!" instead. Because Martin Luther nailed his 99 Theses to the church doors on October 31st. And without Martin Luther, and others, we wouldn't have the Protestant Reformation and our Protestant churches. So, Happy Reformation Day everyone!
|Time to go home she said.|
|HUGE maple leaf Canadians!|
I started working on a simple little project of finding pictures of our family to add to our 20th century timeline which was suggested on a podcast or in our history book or something. I'm just doing us and the grandparents on both sides. I actually make comments about how old say, Grandpa Howell was when JFK was shot. Or how I was in 4th grade in Operation Dessert Storm and our class wrote to soldier in Iraq. Well, I don't have many photos of my parents in the right places, so I have to go searching each time I want to do something like this. And when I do, I go down memory lane, again, and find pictures like those below. Most days I'm ok and have "moved on" from my parents' deaths, but today is not one of those days.