busy

The crazy thing about blogging is that when you have things to write about, you don't have time to blog, but when you have time, there's not much to write about.

I also think that strife fuels creativity, and right now I am happy. Do I have anything I want? No, but I'm really not in turmoil about anything. Things are great. I wish I were making more money, but who doesn't?

Last week, we moved the kids into the house. They seem happy. They've never had their own rooms. We let them pick the colors they painted the rooms. We got a dinner table and have been eating dinner together every weeknight. I think it is the best thing.

Christmas vacation is coming this Friday and I get two weeks to monkey around at the house and get things closer to being right. I think we're going to make it.

My next thing is that I want a tradition. Something people come to from all over once a year to do and enjoy everyone's company. Robyn's Uncle has a pig roast in Syracuse in July, my biological Father has a Brunswick stew cooking in November.

I feel like my life has a purpose and it makes me happy.