Sunday after a Light Snowfall.

Jeff's back from Jersey and has taken our critter shopping so that I can have a bit of time :) Woohoo! So I've done dishes and some laundry and am doing the bathroom in pieces in between all this. Just swept the kitchen floor. Not ambitious enough to wash floors today but I'll do it next week.

So I'm dropping in to do a kind of fly-by post. The Collectors has taken such hold of me that I'm now dreaming of scenes. This is both good and bad. It means that I'm ready to continue writing the story, but I'll be obsessed with another story again.

December is coming fast. Those of you who've been hanging with me here for a while know that I'm not a Christmas person. I'm trying. Really. Not trying to be a downer. It's just a bad time of year for me. However, I'm making a concerted effort for my little guy, who is really into the Christmas decorations and lights. He sings Jingle Bells out of the blue and makes me smile, and actually feel in the Christmas spirit when he sings Christmas songs.

Something struck me recently. It's strange. Something so obvious that I think we take it for granted in our lives, really. You get what you expect. People will treat you with as much respect as you project that you expect. There have been a couple of recent instances that have left me rather disenchanted, disappointed and kind of pissed off, truth be told. But I then realized that people will only treat you the way you allow them to treat you. Most people are great. Doesn't happen very often. Every now and then, though.

What are you willing to put up with, and is it worth it at the end of the day?

Right?

I'm a giver and pleaser. I gain satisfaction from making people happy. However, sometimes people get used to that and take it for granted.

I'm not moaning about this. I'm actually kind of freaked about how true it is. You hear it all the time. But it really is true. You get what you project.

Do you expect the treament you deserve? Or do you expect to have to settle for less respect than you deserve?

On another note, it snowed a little yesterday. Went out with my little guy and played in the snowflakes. He kept jumping up, trying to catch them. So much fun.

Back to the document for me.

UPDATE:

Jeff took the bean to the museum. Woohoo! Baked a chocolate cheesecake as I thought of The Collectors. Have discovered that baking relieves stress. Practicing for Christmas. Jeff is my pigeon. He's a good pigeon. Says he won't fit into any of his clothes by the time Christmas comes.

Now knee-deep in The Collectors. Yeah!