Anyone remember those old Tim Conway sketches where he was the old man and moved reeealllly reeealllly slowly? That is my f-list these days. I blame summer. And FaceBook. Just for the record, I hate FaceBook, except for Farm Town. But everyone is there. So when I'm sitting down to write a post I think, "Why? They're almost all on FaceBook now."
Well for some strange reason I love LJ. I wrote here when no one was reading me, and I'll keep writing as the bulldozers come in and level the place. Just probably not as regularly as once upon a time.
I am sad for once upon a time, which is weird because apart from doghealth and the shifting cybertonic plates, now is better. And so, of a Thankful Thursday, here are some reasons why Now is the best time, even better than Once Upon a Time.
Mr Moth, who has been present for some OUAT but not nearly all of it.
Zor, too.
Cute grandkids.
My novel is almost finished and doesn't suck. I wouldn't believe this right now, but (among others)
onegrapeshy and
hareatic both told me so, and they don't have good taste and aren't known foro blowing smoke so I kinda have to believe them.
Dmitri and his unrelenting cuteness.
Big Blue Berta, who in spite of her quirks takes me wherever I want to go.
Sam-e.
No ovaries exploding at present.
No stalkers.
Both parents living and competent.
House! No more worrying that something will happen to the elderly landlady and we'll have to do a panic move.
I met my middle daughter's significant other and like him. *is amazed* He said he would do something, and then did it. When he said he would do it, even. *is more amazed* *is sad that this is so amazing*
MD's SO took the pool! The pool is gone! Yay!
I gave my old computer--Mother--to my brother and he loves it. He is not trying to go online, just wanted something to play middle-aged hand-me-down games on, and she is perfect for that.
Antibiotics. Because times when these were not yet invented were pretty hard on people.
Laptop.
Meijer, for cherries on sale at <$2 a pound. And for cherry pits, which mean nobody else wants any. *hoardes*
Geese. Because yesterday we were driving past the hoity toity golf course and there were these guys...in their ugly pants that look like tuffskins for old dudes...they were trying to golf. Except they were surrounded by geese. Zillions of geese. And then this one guy broke free of the group and started running, I dunno to where. And some of the geese took after him. I lol'ed and lol'ed. Good thing Mr Moth was driving! Thanks for the laugh, geese!