It's a Maze aaand a Maraca

We've lost a friend since we last spoke and I really feel the absence of TTQ now that I'm here.

As for this blog -- I think about starting a new one sometimes. I'd like to join in on the "My town Monday" and/or join a photo story thread. I could start here, maybe go through the archives and delete some of the public floggings of the spouse so I can invite family. (Listen, you marry someone with Asperger's and then we'll talk about it... and they don't let you spouse bash on the Aspie message boards, or I would have joined a group by now. Besides, all my rantings were from before I figured it out, so we're lucky I had a place to vent or my children could have been from a broken home by now). I really thought he had brain damage from his drug induced youth, but then someone suggested Asperger's ... it took a while for it to really sink in, that it was more than a personality quirk and that lack of "theory of mind" is pretty much an explanation for all of the - fork in the eye - moments... There's so much more to it, integration issues and a whole picture that is the deal with Asperger folk -- posts, many posts -- could do a whole blog on just that, but I won't.

Anyway, stopping by for a visit and getting a post with 2011 stamped on it. I miss the writing connection with myself, there's nothing quite like that space one cuts through in order to get at the things waiting to be said or told. I miss connecting to kindreds through sharing...

I really doubt I'll start another blog, but maybe I'll post again before 2012... who knows?

That's it for today, blogger buddies. Nice to see you all again :)

Currently, most of my creative energy is on hold and obsessing over the arrival of my kitchen cabinets. It's like the suburban housewife equivalent of a teenager waiting for that boy to call. I'm trying to pretend I don't care and have other things to do with my time and I'm okay either way, really. I'm trying to trick the universe into believing me, because you know the goods will never arrive if I care too much about superficial things like that -- it's the rules.

Ikea, take your time with those affordable, organization oriented, dampered drawer cabinets of yours.

I received a comment on my dear abandoned blog and am taking it as a prompter to get back in the swing.

See you soon blog buddies!

Yesterday they had found some money in the sand and that is why they buried something in the lucky spot and then marked it. They have dug in the sand near the foot and have found a brick -- there are letters on the brick and they believe it to be some sort of code -- a code for money? 

They are going to dig to see what's buried beneath the brick -- they think the foot may belong to the money leaver and that he has returned to burry more -- soon they may be rich!

Winnie has been all manners and "can I get you anything, mom?" And both have been asking many questions about my favorite types of food.

I love being a mom.

Somewhere inside of me there is a commandment, "thou shalt not blog a rant without contextualizing". Unfortunately, there is an even larger over-ride button and the bitter pen will throw a beloved under the nearest and largest freight train with nothing more than a minor hesitation before hitting that orange publish button.

I am happy to say that most people understand that I am just having a moment and are very supportive.  I love you guys for that. 

Thanks friends.