Good Stuff, Bad Stuff

sam­bear post­ed a pic­ture of our kit­tens! They are much less peace­ful right now—running around war­ring all over the top floor of the house. They don’t go down­stairs much yet—I think the stairs are still just a wee bit much for them. They won’t be for long, I’m sure.

Shel­ley still isn’t eat­ing any­thing we feed her. But Mica has start­ed yowl­ing for the chick­en liv­ers since she walks away and he gets them. He won’t allow Moon­stone any­where near them, either. Shel­ley did make a dive for the peanut but­ter jar R left on the table yes­ter­day, though. Very odd. At least she does drink the kit­ty milk.

Slow morn­ing around here. R need­ed to go to school ear­ly to do some make-up work. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, he flat refused to get out of bed when sam­bear tried to wake him ear­ly enough to dri­ve him there. Sam did man­age to get him up before leav­ing, but by then it was too late for him to go to school ear­ly. So now R is all grumpy, and while he has only him­self to blame, he can project quite the sense of pissi­ness when he wants to do so. (Of course, he does­n’t see it as his fault at all.)

And we had a dif­fi­cult afternoon/evening with G yes­ter­day. She was bla­tant­ly lying yet again. She always says, “I just was­n’t think­ing” when asked about this stuff. Um, if “not think­ing” always leads you to lies and decep­tion, this is a seri­ous con­cern to me. Because hon­esty is the default for me, and I thought it was for pret­ty much every­one else, too.

I had to run an errand for Sam yes­ter­day after­noon. G was out playing—but she was­n’t where she was sup­posed to be. I end­ed up hav­ing to dri­ve around the neigh­bor­hood to find her, rather fright­ened that she would­n’t be found. She was on a street she isn’t sup­posed to be on. At least I did find her. But she does­n’t seem to under­stand that if she keeps break­ing the rules and lying, it’s real­ly hard for us to feel safe in giv­ing her more free­dom and priv­i­leges because we can’t trust her to be sen­si­ble. And the direct lying was about some­thing else, not wan­der­ing around where she should­n’t be.

The choir for our UU con­gre­ga­tion is meet­ing tonight for a spe­cial prac­tice to audi­tion two poten­tial new music min­is­ters. I hope to par­tic­i­pate. I feel a bit odd, as I haven’t been involved with the choir pre­vi­ous­ly. Katie’s dance class­es last year were on the same night as the prac­tices, so I could­n’t attend. When that end­ed, the choir had stopped meet­ing for the sum­mer. But I am look­ing for­ward to get­ting involved in the music program.

And while I’m ram­bling… I’m won­der­ing about the fea­si­bil­i­ty of run­ning a net­work con­nec­tion to the mas­ter bed­room. Because that would allow us to put one desk in there, and give Sam a place to close the door and write while the kids are still up and about. Ide­al­ly, we hope to have a house with sep­a­rate space for him some­day, but that would help now. It would also free up some space in here for the piano, but that would real­ly be gravy. We do have access to the attic, but I think one of the kids would prob­a­bly need to pull the wire through above the liv­ing room because it’s a very tight squeeze.