Nor did I have anything to say yesterday. Which is why I have been relatively silent.
I did take Smithfield for a walk (ps, I am house sitting) last night, which I think he appreciated. It reminded me of our neighbors around the corner, an elderly couple (Mr and Mrs Wood) who are often out watching for an owl or walking their dogs near midnight. I find this extremely endearing.
I had a bunch of other things to say which I have forgotten and remembered at least three times. Unfortunately I seem to be on the "forgotten" piece of the cycle right now. Perhaps it'll come back to me.
One thing! (One that was forgotten, that is.) Christmas music starts playing on the radio next month. I realized this in the car last night on my way back here, and I became instantly giddy and began singing. Unfortunately I don't know all of the lyrics to "Winter Wonderland," and so sang the verse about the snowman and Parson Brown about five times, in addition to two or three repetitions of "The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting)" and whatever I could remember of "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year." It's so true. It is so The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year. Yes. Yes it is.
Then I sang the skinnamarninky dinky dink song and "I love you, a bushel and a peck" several times, and then I was here.
Don't judge me.
One sad thing (yes, I know, my mini-crusade) from Peaceful Parenting today. A baby boy with a congenital heart defect was nevertheless unecessarily operated upon, and died of cardiac arrest:
"The reality is that today more baby boys die from circumcision surgery each year in the United States than from choking, from auto accidents, from suffocation, from SIDS, and from the (newly recalled) sleep positioners. Do not allow your child to suffer or be taken from you for senseless cosmetic amputation surgery upon his perfectly formed penis."
But let's remember good things, too. Richmond Folk Festival! Tomorrow! OH YES.