Blah is good. In the ordinary, we are extraordinary if that makes sense. Years ago, in another lifetime, I lived in Nashville and had some encounters with the out of the ordinary and realized I would never like that. When I came home, met my now husband and got married, I was happy. I probably would have worked after I had my daughter, but health problems intruded and it ended up that I am mostly a SAHM. And, I am happy with that. I find bliss in the mundane. Sometimes I think this is because I did marry when I was in my thirties and had spent a fair amount of time living single, with no responsibilities and I wore myself out. (sort of) So, now being a homebody for the most part suits me.
We had a lot of rain yesterday and the temp cooled off. The garden is green and has that slightly wild look I really like. It is quiet around here today, the Wild Child is busy in her room, and I suppose I should be concerned, but, I am actually enjoying it. Yesterday, was one of those days that she had to have my attention most of the time, so quiet is good.
Lately, I have really gotten into reading other bloggers, and I will someday, hopefully soon, figure out how to put up a list of blogs I read on a sidebar here. It would make it handy for me. I really like this one, http://www.planethuff.com/darkside
The most recent post there about the disappearance of Shawn Hornebeck interests me a lot as it was pretty close to home. It just blows my mind that children, well anyone, can just disappear. It angers me that sexual predators just run around and that so many children are harmed. I don't have any answers, but, I am angry.
I also need to decide on dinner today. I have no clue, and no desire to cook. I will probably get over that. I hope.