Be glad Blogger ate my first post...

Well, I had a whole post typed out about our hideous drama this weekend. Not one, but TWO dead rodents in Ron's room, reeking up the house. Hideous treasure hunts for the decaying bodies... UGH. Thank God it's over. The dead mouse (found Sunday) and dead RAT (found today, Monday) are gone. Even the stench is gone.

You would not believe how many sticks of incense I burned to get it that way. I'm glad I went manic for incense a couple years ago - I still have a couple hundred sticks. I burned at least a dozen. You didn't really want to read all the gory details, did you? UGH. Ew. Ew. Ew. Except the first post was longer and had more ews in it.

Cat door. Not always a good idea.

[Heather takes a purely selfish moment to thank God the dead things weren't in HER room.] Big sigh. I'm so happy that's been the worst thing!

Ron's been good. He seems to be intent on keeping the promises he made. So far, so good. Even the drama this weekend didn't shake us.

I mailed Mom and Dad's presents today. I didn't mail them, hypocrite that I am. No, I used money the Postal Workers gave us to send it UPS. I'm awful. Terrible, really.

Yay. I found 2 cases of "My" soda at Walmart. I still need to get some jeans. I am not looking forward to trying on jeans. I think I'll get some way bigger than my size, try them on first. Or maybe save them for last. Anyway, that's later on this week.

I love that cotton cable-knit zippered hoodie I got a month ago. I wear it a lot now and it's very comfy. I'm glad I got it.

We had major rain today, I mean MAJOR. I'll take a moment to feel sorry for all the poor commuters trying to get home on a Monday night. That was awful, I'm sure.

I have a secret pleasure in life. One I indulge at almost every opportunity. Walking barefoot in the rain, through the runoffs and puddles, is one of the great joys in my life. Today found me in the gutter, literally, up to my ankles in crispy clear runoff. Delicious! When my feet got so cold they started to ache, I went in the house. It's definitely a fall rain, it's in the upper 60's. Cold for us. In the summer, the rain's as warm as bathwater and just as refreshing.

Between my barefoot rain walk today, and having the windows open all day yesterday (for the obvious reason, as well as the yummy fresh air), I feel as if a part of my soul has been satiated. Maybe the poets would call it my elemental soul or something. All I know is, walking barefoot in the rain, and taking a nap in the fall with the window open (and screen firmly in place) charges me on a level I hardly ever acknowledge.

I needed that.