Faith's Enclave News

Lots of random thoughts today.  None of them important to anyone but me. But it's my blog, so maybe today is just a quiet, boring day and maybe I'm just going to blog about what that means to a writer... First, Mick and Michael.  Then tea.

Michael is my brother, whom everyone but Mom and me calls Mike. He and wife had a son late year, Michael Junior. Now, everyone but Mom and me calls the Jr, *Michael*.  We call Jr. *Mick*. It gets complicated. Especially for Mick and Michael. But, hey, lifelong habits are hard to break.

I am babysitting Mick while Michael goes on a business apt. Remember. Michael is the daddy. He's old enough to do buisness. Well, so is Mick, but the business he does is totally different. I'll probably get to see both kinds today... Ick.

The dogs are good with babies. They take a look and then go on about their business. But it's been a while, and Dinky has gone nearly blind. He came over to the carseat / chair thingy and sniffed. Was about to walk away. Mick moved. Scared Dinks to death! The little 8 lb dog jumped back about 3 feet and looked at me with a *did you see that?* expression. I was giggling by then.

Mick is one of those truely happy babies. He's been sitting in his carseat / chair thingy *talking* to me.  Right now he's in my lap watching me key.  He seems ok with it. But he's a talker. Even before he knows how!

Tea... My writer pal Tamar Myers gave three days worth of herbal tea made by an eastern/western doctor she goes to. You make a decoction and drink a third before each meal to clense your body. The dry tea looks like something swept off the forest floor. Brewed, it tastes like that too. Yuckers. But I am intrested in herbal stuff.  Always have been. Hope the clense is worth the taste.

Time for Mick's nap, and time for me to write. *Must* finish a book today. Then start and finish a short story this week. Sigh...

Deadlines, you know? And I still have to do the laundry. See what I said about a boring day? But boring is good. Everyone needs a little boring in their lives.

Awww. Mick's asleep. Just that fast!

Faith