So, Joy has figured out how to make herself a nest with her blankets, and she’s SO GOOD AT IT. She was completely covered with the blankets and everything. Very proud of her. Now Coops is getting his nighttime sweater. See, we like to keep it COLD in the bedroom. At least the air. And then we’re all snug in our blankets. Comforter is ON THE BED. The most delicious time of year. The most snuggly.
A little less floaty today. I did a few things that grounded me. I got a podcast edited and posted. I put up the christmas tree with bear. And now worries on that one, since it’s a fake tree, now; don’t have to worry about it drying out! And it spins! And comes with lights! It’s so pretty. Never ever thought I’d be so into an artificial tree, but it’s kinda the coolest thing ever, you guys. Love it.
I was reading some older blog entires today trying to figure out how old it was they told us Coco was when we first got her. See, a couple years ago when she first had tummy issues (that thankfully were addressed! she needed different food, it turned out), I wrote that she’d been 7-9 when we first got her. Somehow, that was 5-7 in my mind. So…did I change that in the intervening years? Or, WAS it 5-7 but I changed it to 7-9? I couldn’t remember. So, I went back to September of 2014, when we first got her, to see if I’d written it into one of my blog entires. Didn’t find it, BUT…it did get me thinking about how I used to write much more in these entries. They’ve definitely gotten shorter over the years, less revealing about what I was actually feeling or thinking during that given day. So…trying to write a little more tonight.
And my first thought—from editing together the podcast that releases tomorrow in which we watch the silent film version of Hitchcock’s Blackmail—is this: I wish we watched more of the BAD movies made by great directors. Or read more BAD books by amazing authors. Or BAD songs by incredible musicians. Bad paintings by stunning artists. Because that’s reality. Yes, even the greats have far more bad work than they do amazing work. It’s normal. It’s part of the process. It humanizes them and their work, and it puts it in the proper context, which is we all simply must CREATE. Do the best we can. Then move on. Some of it will turn out better than we could have possibly hoped. And the rest…well, people will mostly forget about the rest.
We just need to do the thing the best we can and move on.
Night night.