I guess I just have nothing to write about. Everyone seems to be doing fine. My cat is still here to my relief. Our house is sturdy. We can eat. We can drink. We can buy other such necessities.
I know nothing to little on my sister and E. brother, but I take that to mean no news is good news. Other brother has risen to a higher position at his job, if I am not mistaken. Dad is his usual self. Mom has been losing weight and is positive over the process.
I am just me. My hand has been weakening at a rather quick rate as of late. I doubt it is early arthritis, though. I think I just strained my muscles there almost as bad as say tendonitis. Due to that, drawing is a no go. At times my hand hurts just from regular usage that deals with doing house chores and wielding eating utensils. It is pretty annoying, really.
Oh well.
I’m more for reading and watching movies at the moment. It has been quite a while since I’ve had a strange project come to mind. An urge, those are. Like web sites or mere need to research on something deeply. No worries though. Thinking on it, those don’t tend to come often. I just notice now since my life is not hectic anymore.
Other than a more stable disposition and what not… due to this odd, satisfying lifestyle, I seem to think more often on gratefulness. Once in a while at night as I’m in bed, I seem to do something similar to praying. Perhaps it even is praying.
I believe in change if anything. It is inevitable in this world and for creatures such as us as far as I am concerned. While I usually just give “hopes” that people who have affected my life in good ways are doing well and are happy at the end, I usually hope that the life I have now lasts.
I consider myself lucky. Looking at how different lives are in my limited abilities… I think I am damn fortunate. I’m glad I was adopted. I’m glad I was fortunate to have my parents. I am happy they chose to take me in. I’m in a good home. On average I have good siblings. We have comfortable shelter. We have clothes, nourishment and things that are not even necessary to survive.
Heh.
My past self would likely not have noticed all these things. Every once in a while perhaps I did, but not in the same way as I see them now. So much bad clouded things. It is always easier to focus on the harsher feelings over the good. It is always easier to let the negative out weigh the positive.
I hope I do not go back so far again.
Well, there is my “nothing” – nothing having an odd connection to “rambling thoughts that go off into oblivion and beyond”.