Finally Finished, by M

After long last I finished. An admittedly epic tale that I'll soon delete from my computer. All about future predictions and spiritual journies... will we still be blogging at pen&m 5 years from now? Will I be attending my 20th year reunion? The usual: kids, novels and else of the kind: questions? My animals, my friends, my eccentricities, my love of the wagner ring cycle... stuff like that. Oh and some photos.

Letter to Self, by M

Along with my other documenting ways I've been in the habit of writing letters to my future self. Though granted, there have only been 3. It puts a weighty expectation on my past words, and usually its never enough. I'm a quarter of the way thru the letter, talking about my 28 yr old self in contrast, with what seems an entirely different 33yroldself. 28 was very wry, edgy, heavily sarcastic, possibly flippant. . . And who knows exactly what 33 will have to say to inform 38. If you have any suggestions about what 38 might want to know about- questions? anything. Let me know.

I won't go say more as i don't want to cramp my infrequently used blogging spirit, except to say I will try to bring her out a little bit more.

restraint

I am. A bargain shopper. It is in my blood. Probably you know this about me already. I enjoy the commercial hunt and kill. So it is especially difficult for me two days after Christmas to go to a store like, say, TARGET, and resist even looking at all the holiday decor that is currently 50% off. Not so much ornaments, because I so don't need to buy myself those. But wrapping paper, probably that would come in handy. Or maybe a lovely red table runner or whatever. I would use these things. But I don't need these things. The thing is, I have already bought myself these things. I just need to pay for them now.

So, a brief note to self:

Dear pen,

Don't do it. Think of the interest charges. The children. How long it will take that item to rot in the landfill. Whatever you need to think to keep on walking, think it. The time is now.

xoxo and godspeed,
penelope