noisy

Well, last night showed what I could do when I put my mind to it. I got the blog done in about 20 minutes. I need to concentrate like that every night.

I'm also considering choosing a different time of day to write. I usually wait until I'm just about ready to go to bed. But by that time I'm typically quite tired and just want to call it a night. It's hard to remember what I did throughout the day, much less be thoughtful and artistic about what I type. The question is, when else would I do it??

I used to have this same dilemma when I was a junior-higher and wanted to write in my journal at about the same time my mom thought I should be turning the lights out.

But anyway, we traveled back "home" today. Left the glittering, clean, modern city for our dirty, developing, noisy one. And yet there is familiarity. There are things that feel comfortable and normal. And it's a LOT cheaper to eat out here! I struggled with sticker shock the whole time we were in Singapore.

We shared the plane with a group of Singaporean high school students, coming for a field trip or something. I wondered what our town would look like to them. What would they think of the guy "sleeping it off" along the street, the beggars, the traffic, the decay. Will their worlds be shaken? Will they appreciate what they have more than before? What are they here for, anyway??? 

So, when we got home the cat was beside herself. She heard us coming up the stairs (she knows our foot steps, somehow) and started yowling before we could get the door unlocked. The whole afternoon and on into this evening, she has been meowing and yowling, giving us a piece of her mind I think. Whether we're playing with her, petting her, ignoring her, she continues with the complaining. Now, just in the last half hour, she seems to be quieting.

My mom would say it was because the kitty's love bucket was empty, and we needed to refill it before she could feel at ease. Mom was always careful to help us think about how our actions affected others. If we quarreled or were unkind, she would tell us we had dipped out of the other person's love bucket, and we needed to refill it. 

(Mr. says that HE doesn't have a love bucket, but I know better, and try to fill it every chance I get.)  :-)

We met up with friends from the province this evening. We lived in the same small town with them for about 8 years. They needed to come into town for some meetings. It's always nice to see them. They are forever friends. I only hope we can be half as encouraging to them as they have been to us.

So, now on to bed, with more kitty cuddling and love bucket filling, I'm sure.