Wilsonworld

I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A picture is worth a thousand words. OR 50 thousand in this case!

Seven things about Seven

1. Once again, you did not get snow for your birthday. But you did get lovely silver snowflake ornaments to add to your snow collection. By the time you are grown up you will have quite the montage of "snow" items.

2. While six to me still sounds so young, SEVEN makes it sound like you are no longer a little girl. SEVEN just sounds older.Bigger. More grown up.

3.You left very specific instructions about what kind of cake you wanted for your birthday. It had to be CHOCOLATE. the icing had to be FLUFFY. It also had to be PINK. VERY PINK. And it must have ROSES. the kind you can eat. LOTS OF THEM.
Since it was your day, i of course gave you exactly what you wanted.

4. As a seven year old, you will do so many things that i never would have dreamed of. Your first big task? FInishing NaNoWriMo for Youth. You set a goal of 1500 words. AND ARE 50 AWAY!!!!! You are an inspiration to me.

5.You are so thoughtful and kind. You heard your father and i talking about how time flies and how could our baby be seven. You, out of kindness, told me that you were still young, so that meant that i was not old...YET.

6. You are smart. Too smart. And love to learn. I love that about you. Whether it is math, or science or art..or of course reading, nothing is too much for you. You are the only 6 7 year old i know who has read the Harry Potter Books. Ok, you are now just finishing book 4, but that is more than many adults i know. Add that to the many other books you have on the go, and i am reassured that you have inherited our love of words.

7.Love. You are love. From the hugs in the morning, to the giggles at bedtime, everything about you oozes love. Your smile and laugh are contagious. Your blue eyes sparkle when you tell me about your day, and the little boy you played with in the playground...because he was lonely. I know that you will take evrything your father and i have taught you and make your mark on the world.

I hope it is ready.I know i am not. For now, let me deal with you being seven.

Happy Birthday Bug.
I love you.

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Not much posting here i am afraid.
November is pretty much full of writing for Nano..and you can see by my progress bar up there in the right hand corner, i am still at it.
I am so close, just a few thousand words to go..i have never made it this far..and i have to see it through.
I will be back here in a few days, when my regular sporadic posting will resume.
(Plus, i have to do the birthday post for Bug...her birthday is Wed. What was i thinking having a child in the month where everything is about the word count?)

See ya in a few days.

How i have been occupying my time.

So i thought i would let you see a little bit of what i have been doing over the last 15 days.
You know this little thing called NaNoWriMo?

So here is an excerpt...remember when you read it that it is supposed to be crap. it is about putting words on the page. When i am done the story, then i can go back and fix it.....

Talking to Dead People

There was nothing out there.
Guess I was just imagining things. I was getting pretty tired.
I curled back up on the couch and picked up the transcript.
I was reading about Meighien Malloy, when I heard something again.
“Make sure you put the kettle on, you will be wanting tea.”
Ok, so I know that this time I heard something. And that something had a distinctly Irish brogue to their voice. What the hell was going on?
“tea?” I said out loud.
Nothing.
Just the sound of my breathing, and my heart racing loudly.
“Mom?” I tried again.
Still nothing.
I shook my head and kept reading about Mrs. Malloy. She had died young, at forty. She had left behind three small children, and of course her husband, who according to this research re-married a young girl to care for his young family. That was not uncommon. Lots of widowers remarried, especially when faced with the daunting task of raising small children alone.
I looked through my paper work to see if I could cross reference the Malloy’s with any of the other information that I had lying around.
I was not disappointed. Mr Malloy was a prominent business owner by the times standards. He was a pub owner and a brew master. And an avid tea drinker.
Tea drinker?
SO much so that during his wake, which was the largest of any the village had ever seen, the departed was toasted with tea, and not whiskey as would have been the custom.
“will you  be wanting some tea?”
Ok, I definitely heard that. A woman wanting to know if I was going to want some tea. An Irish woman, who sounds like she is the mothering type. The kind who would ask her husband if he wanted tea after a hard day at work..
“Um….why, did YOU want some tea Molly?” I waited to see if I would get a response. Hell, I was actually waiting to prove to myself that I was not losing my mind.
“No thank ye, I thought perhaps you would as you seem to be working very hard and the air has a bite to it this eve.”
I sat on the couch, staring out the window, knowing in my heart what had just happened. I just needed my brain to catch up.
“Molly, can you actually hear me?”
“Yes, you are talking to me are you not?”
“Well, yes I suppose I am, but I was kind of thinking that you were just a figment of my imagination”
“And why would that be Ms O’Donnell? You have been talking to us for years..ever since you were a wee lass, hiding from the sun in that little grave yard on the hill.”
OH MY GOD! I must be losing my mind. There is no way that I am sitting in my Mother’s living room, having a conversation with a women who has been dead for two hundred years. Not only that but this dead women apparently had been watching me for the last forty years.
“You are not losing it..as you young people like to say. I am talking to you, you are talking to me…there is nothing unusual about that.
“Well, no, not if you were sitting in the room with me, or on the telephone.” Or alive, I added to myself in my head.
“I heard that” she chuckled.
“you have always been the voice for us. You have helped us find our way. You have found some of us that were lost, without us even knowing it. You have always talked to us. It is just that now I wanted to talk back.”
I think I needed that drink now…and it was not going to be tea. It was going to be another shot of whiskey…and a big one at that.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle out of the cupboard. I did not even bother with a glass, just said a brief prayer and tipped back the bottle.
It burned going down, just for a moment, and then…bliss.
I stood there in the moonlight and tried to process what had just happened.
Ok, brain, sort this out.
This afternoon, your grandpa wiped the soot of his brow, and then Uncle Curley waved at you.
Now you are standing in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey because a woman who has been dead for two hundred years has decided to make light chit chat with you.
“Molly are you listening?”
I waited for a response.
I did not get one.
Was I really expecting one?
Probably not.
I really needed to get some sleep. And take a vacation. And get a life.
What I really needed to do was to put down the whiskey bottle. The shape was beginning to feel really familiar in my hand and from past experiences I knew that that was not a good thing. (Thank-ye Martha Stewart) I had been down that road once before, and while I allowed myself that odd sip now and then, I had stopped drinking like a drunken Irish sailor many years ago.
I put away the bottle, which was now considerably lighter than it was before I came to visit (mental note, make sure you hit a liquor store to replace the whiskey).

Dear Cat.

Dearest Lord Stanley of Wilsonworld.
Just a reminder...

DO NOT BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU.

that is all.

With much love, your bandaged servant.

A letter to a Lady missed.

Dear Faith,
It was five years ago today that i held your hand as you took your last breath.
I told that we would all be ok, and that is was time for you to go.
And you did.

You left us behind, your little family.

It has been five years.

And we ARE ok.

Your children continue to grow and be healthy, and your grand children are fulfilling all of the dreams you had for them.

Papa continues to miss you deeply, as we all knew he would.

He has good days and bad days.

When we would cuddle in the hospital bed and talk about the future with out you, you told me that i would need to be the foot that kicks him in the ass.

You do not know how right you were.

As his disease progresses, it is often difficult to not get frustrated with him.
But then he looks at your picture hanging on his wall, and softly says
"I miss you"
And all i want to do is take him in my arms and hold him as he cries.

And i do.

Your oldest grand child will be getting married in the spring, the youngest is in grade 2 and as smart as a whip.  You live on in each of them, in their music, their laughter, their love.

The pain we felt at losing you lives on, but is different.

I still sometimes want to pick up the phone to let you know about something that happened in the day, and i still smile as the first snow flake falls, knowing you would be as excited as i am. Knowing that it is you gift to me.

But as we tended to the flowers that adorn your grave, this year tears did not fall.
This year, there was a smile as i remembered the little things that you loved.

I love you, and wish you were here.

But i know that you are in a place where the cancer cannot hurt you anymore.
Far enough away for us to miss you
But close enough for us to know that you are with us every day.

RIP
Faith Wilson
November 13 2002.

“They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

Thank goodness the week is almost over.

This i think has been one of the longest weeks. I know there are only 7 days in it, but you know those weeks that just seem to go on FOREVER????
Yep that would be this one.
I am not feeling well again, this after finishing off all of the antibiotics i was put on. It seems to be a stubborn infection, although this time around i think it is more just a cold.
Today was a normal grey November day, and a good one to stay in bed- which is what i did. I came home at 8am from work and didn't wake up until 4:30. My whole day gone.

Lord Stanley, our beloved cat is spending another night at the vets. He was really lethargic, and wouldn't eat..which for him was REALLY WRONG. But he wouldn't drink either, so in to the vets he went. Doc says its a viral infection, more than likely Parvo (the feline equivalent). IT has a really high mortality rate. Stanley, however is a fighter, and in really good health, other that the current problem. He is showing signs of improvement, but is by no means better. If he continues to improve, we will be able to bring him home tomorrow night, but his recovery time is 4-6 weeks. We will have to feed him and keep a close eye on him.

SO this is not a happy house.

Stanley is such a part of our daily life that it just seems wrong for him not to be here.

I did no writing today, so while i am right where i should be today for my nano, if i don't write tomorrow i will be officially behind. I want to stay on top of this. I do not want to fail again.

This coming week will be a hard one around here.
It always is, with Remembrance Day and the anniversary of Faith's death.

I just want the week to be done...and it hasn't even started yet.

Boy i hate weeks like that.

Nano is catchy....

So i don't think i have mentioned that i am not the only one doing Nano in the house. Bug had decided that she too wants to do her own type of Nano. Now, keep in mind that Bug is just six years old. She does however love to read and is currently reading the fourth Harry Potter book. BY HERSELF. SO we came up with her own Nano rules...SO here is Nano Bug style...

She is writing 50 words a day, on any topic and is keeping them in this nifty little zipper binder that i found at the dollar store for her. She sits down after she is done her home work and does her "Nano-ing" (yes i do believe that IS a word).

Here is her entry for today (when Hubby is off the scanner i will try to scan it so you can see the actual product). I have retyped it exactly as she has typed and spelled it.

11/5/07  Nano #5
On the farm there are ducks, cows, chikens, hens, roosters, horses, ponys, sheep, cats, dogs, mice, rats, humans,birds,geese. There can be diffrent kinds of farms. On farms there are probley a hen house and a barn. There are machines on the farm too. Animals are on the farm too.

See it is not just me doing the madness. Munch had started as well, he had opted to do 100 words, but he does them at school as an extra journal. SO far i haven't actually seen his, so whether he gets his certificate or not remains to be seen. But so far she has written 250 words. Not too bad for six!

Nano-Nano

I feel like Mork.
I miss that show...Ok, maybe only the first season, cause after that it got a bit weird.
And speaking of weird...
Nano is in full swing and so far i am not only writing, i am keeping on track. I set the goal of 1677 words per day, and i am exactly where i should be. That is before adding to the count this afternoon, which i can do since i am home on my four days off! I get to function like a real person for the next four days. And in this case it means i can write more.

I promised you some pics of the Trick-or-treaters...and i am not one to break promises....

SO.
Here is Bug as a Kitty.                                                       

I may be biased, but i think she makes a cute kitty!

Here are Bug and Munch together. Munch went out as the Reaper. (Yes i know he wasn't going to go out, but since he was taking Bug out anyway i guess there was no harm in getting a little candy for his troubles.

And of course i wanted you to see the pumpkins all together..first the big ones, and then the little pumpkin pets that the kids made...they read my Martha Stewart Halloween magazine and decided they should be doing pets as well. See..it isn't just me...that or it is already to late for them and i have indeed passed on my sickness for holidays. Off to work on getting some words down on paper...something to do with writing a novel in 30 days?