Or, where I've been for the past month or so.
The kids are in bed. My husband is upstairs fixing the dryer. I am sitting in the living room and the TV is OFF for the first time in just about as long as I can remember. I am largely caught up at work. I'm going to blog. So there!
I am taking Wednesday off to do things like color my hair, go to an eye appointment, bake my cranberry gingerbread, and get bagels to take to my mother's.
We will leave here Thursday morning for CT and we will stay at my mother's for two days. I wish I could say it will be relaxing.
I will probably not do any Black Friday shopping, but a lot depends on my desire to get out of the house. My mother lives near a bunch of outlets, and I always feel obligated to go when I am down there, but I'm increasingly realizing that I don't get very many gifts there, I tend only to buy stuff for myself.
I really don't need anything.
Each year has been increasingly difficult in terms of telling people what I want for Christmas. I really don't need anything, as I said, and what I want is stuff that is too expensive to be asking for.
I want an iPhone 4. Mine is version 2 and the apps my company makes for the iPhone don't even work on the old model that I have.
I want a dog. Sort of. I would like to have the kind of life that would let me spend lots of time with a dog. I could certainly use the exercise. I'm just not home enough to really enjoy a dog, and that kind of makes me sad.
I want a slow cooker. Again, sort of. I want to have the kind of family that would eat things from the slow cooker. As it is, my kids don't want to eat soup that didn't come out of a can. It makes me very sad.
I want a housekeeper. I have always hated house work, except laundry, which most people complain about, but I actually like. I simply don't see dust, and it hardly seems worth my time to deal with it. I want someone to clean the bathrooms.
I want a massage therapist. I had one, and he was fabulous, but I stopped going when I got laid off, and I really don't have the time to go back. I'm not even sure he's still at the place he was because that place has changed names.
I want a vacation. A real one. I want to be able to take my kids and my husband on a plane or a train and go away for a week or more. I want to not have to think about work. I love my work, but it is all-consuming these days. I want to take Pumpkin to some of those cities he askes about nearly every day now. "Is Toronto bigger than Sydney?" "New York bigger than San Francisco?" He's obsessed. He discovered Google Earth a couple of weeks ago, and it can be difficult dragging him away from the computer now. That child needs a passport.
I would like a new grill. Of course what I would really like is a proper outdoor kitchen. Unfortunately, the last time we paid a landscaper to do anything for us, it didn't work out so well. My husband is now building his own walkways outside - one bag of peastone at a time. It will look fine - when it's done - next spring.
I would like more time to write. How much does that cost?