I have continued to be a slacker blogger the past week. But after meeting Dianna Kennedy for lunch yesterday I am newly motivated, and I have a notebook full of ideas for posts
My very first critique group meeting went very well, and I’m excited about the difference I believe it will make in my writing (more on this later).
I am extremely proud of Boss, my rescue dog. He’s loud, insecure, and territorial, but since I’ve been using Comfort Zone I’ve seen a big difference in him. So much of a difference, in fact, that we have a new house guest this week! Harper, a beautiful and sweet black lab, is staying with us, and everyone is getting along well. This would not have been possible before Comfort Zone. Boss tolerated small dogs, but was too intimidated by dogs his own size. I’m thrilled with the progress he’s made
John is back at school, but he had a small meltdown before he’d even been back a week. I’d been pushing him too hard about his grades, and the stress was getting to him. When Aaron was this age I swore I wouldn’t pressure him at all about grades, that I would just have reasonable expectations and reward good grades and take away privileges for bad grades. I didn’t micromanage, I didn’t demand to see every homework grade. That didn’t work. At all. So I went to the opposite extreme with John, and I’m giving the poor child an ulcer. I need to find some middle ground. *sigh*
The first recipe I used my Aunt Beverly‘s Kitchen Aid mixer to prepare was a batch of dog treats. This was probably a bad idea, since now my dogs want only the homemade treats, and look insulted when I offer them the store-brand treats they’ve always gotten before.
Aaron and Catherine are leaving today to go back to college. This was their last long break before the wedding, so I know I’m going to need to work hard to keep things in perspective. The wedding is only a little over four months away – EEK!
I still haven’t taken down my Christmas tree. In my defense, we had our last family Christmas celebration less than a week ago, and we put the tree up late, and I’m just not tired of looking at it yet. I’ll get to it this weekend, I suppose, but I’m really not looking forward to watching it getting packed away. Taking down the Christmas tree just means the long, bleak Winter is here, and it’s my least favorite season. I don’t like the cold; and ice and snow on the roads frighten me since Michael drives all day every day.
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