Um, yeah.

I’m really looking forward to my visit home this weekend.  Magnus always objects when I call my parents’ house “home,” since we own a beautiful home two states away.  However, I think you can have more than one home.  It really is possible to feel totally comfortable in more than one place.  Some people are comfortable everywhere.  I am comfortable in two places, and I feel so lucky to have them.

 
My parents are selling their house this spring.  I’m not sure how I will feel about that.  I tend to be so attached to the past; I feel like it really is part of who I am.  I remember things, and objects with which I have associated memories are the most precious of all.  My standards, however, are not high.  Sure, I love the Waterford crystal from my honeymoon.  But I also love the cheap, falling apart trundle bed from my childhood.  Anyway, the sale of my parents’ house doesn’t really seem to be bothering me as much as I thought it might.  I guess we’ll see.  I’m sure it will be hard for me at the time.

Hmm.  Looking to the left of the screen, there is a button that says “Post slug.”  What does that mean?  I’m sure it has some sort of technical meaning, but it makes me think of an actual slug.  The slug in my mind is posted to the wall (like a note) with a push pin.  Icky.  But somehow funny!  Unless I start to feel sorry for the poor impaled slug, which I’m not going to allow myself to do.  The bastard deserved it for what he said about my mother!

 My weekend starts in 10 minutes.  This makes me very happy.  I love the weekend.  I think the very best moment of all is waking up on Saturday morning.  I get to lie in bed for a while, sort of slowly coming to the conclusion that I don’t have to get up.  Magnus is usually all snuggly and warm, which is nice too.  Then I get out of bed and call my parents and pretend that I am sitting in their living room having coffee with them.  They put me on speaker phone, and we talk about all kinds of things.  It’s one of the few times during the week that I actually get to talk to my dad, since he has a hard time on the phone in the evening (very much a morning person).

The thing about this medium is that you end up writing about nothing at all.  On the other hand, probably most of what I write (professionally and personally) really is about nothing at all.  And the people who read this are probably people who love me anyway.  So yeah.

Well, I hope those people who love me (and even those who don’t) have a fabulous relaxing weekend with lots of fun activities and perfect Saturday mornings.

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