Warning : catnip can cause reddening of the cheeks...

Where to even begin? I have sat all day, wondering how to kick this off again? How do I start blogging again? There are so many thoughts in my mind, most too intense for what is technically a first conversation/blog. But I was void of anything light and humorous to write about.

Thankfully life never disappoints in the area of humor and embarrassment.

I was pottering around the garden this afternoon. As usual my clingy cat was underfoot and trying to be involved in everything I was doing. I stopped by the catnip that I had pruned and was drying out and started removing the dry leaves, to crush them and prepare them to stuff into my cat's toys. Yes, I am a crazy cat lady. Unfortunately my sinus's do NOT like catnip and I was getting a major sinus headache as I was busy. I stared down at my cat and loudly exclaimed, “Hmm boy I sure do love you!”. Now whether that was a guilt trip stated to make my cat know how much I was sacrificing on his behalf. Or a catnip induced declaration of affection. I am not sure what prompted my outburst. Unfortunately I didn't realize that there was a man pruning trees right next door to me. He popped his head over the wall and said, “are you talking to me?” I blushed. And stammered, while hoping the earth would open up and swallow me.... but finally I managed to get the words out, “no, I was talking to my cat,” He looks over the wall and says, “what cat?”. Sure enough my cat had disappeared at the most inconvenient time.

* Cringe *

so that was my afternoon. Needless to say I finished doing what I was doing as quickly as possibly and hid the remainder of my afternoon indoors.

I realized I have been back in South Africa 2 years already, in many areas life has settled, but in so many areas I feel like life is still in limbo. My writing unfortunately has been an area I've neglected. To encourage myself in this area I am re-designing my blog. Renaming it “Crimson Hope”. I invite you to follow me. Sometimes it will be random. Sometimes it will be intense. Sometimes it will be silly. Sometimes it will be profound. I guarantee it will always be real, and honest. So welcome to my world, my thoughts. . . my words.

Until next time . . . stay away from the catnip