Catching up...

Sometimes keeping a blog begins to feel a bit like a game of catch up.  Unfortunately, this seems to be a common theme of my life, and I hope that one day I am able to get it all "caught up," and can finally start living in the moment instead of playing catch-up all the time.

I keep getting the question of what I have been up to.  I suppose my friends can't fathom what one does while living in Delaware unemployed.  I've posted some pictures from recent weeks, all of which were NOT taken in Delaware:)

I went to New York for a weekend and hung out with some friends.  Kelli, Corrie, and I went to a few parties, while Siki and I enjoyed an afternoon at the Union Square Dog Run (one of my favorite places in the world.  I do not have a dog in NYC, but I do not allow that to slow me down when it comes to visiting dog parks.  It seems to me that the dogs become universally owned when in the dog park, as displayed in the photo above when the little Yorkie who adopted my friend Siki), followed by a trip to the Whitney Museum for the Whitney Biennial 2008. 

On another weekend, I went with my friend, Mark, to Annapolis, Maryland for the day, where we took a historic audio tour of Revolutionary War historical sites, and visited the Naval Academy.

I've also checked out the Delaware Historical Society, and the Mormon's Family History Center as part of my ongoing genealogy research.

I found an amazing vintage store in Wilmington, where I managed to buy a dress from the 1940's, one from the 1950's, and another from the 1960's.  I haven't pictures yet, but will definitely post some soon.

I spend lots of time on my couch with my two puppies, Siegfried (named after the dragon slaying hero of the Niebelungenleid.  He is a Miniature Pinscher, a breed that has no relation, although a great similarity in appearance, to Doberman Pinschers), and Oscar (named after the frankfurter, and is, in fact, without irony, a Dachshund).  I believe that owning dogs are one of the greatest blessings in this world.  When I sit down on our couch, I often find my lap filled with these two Godsends, and it seems to me that whilst they sleep, I am unable to disturb them.  Thus, a large amount of my time is spent contemplating what lovely creatures they are, as well as thanking Heaven that I am able to enjoy their company.

I spent some time working on this blog, as well as doing a woeful job of keeping up correspondence with long-lost friends.

I'm sewing and doing some patternmaking, chiefly on a jacket but with dresses and pants in the works as well.  I hope to devote a future blog entry(with photos!) to this subject.

I've also come up with a new idea for a blog: one created to further the fellowship of my old girlfriends from NY.  It will be a place for us to share our lives, set up future outings, lift up prayer requests, and encourage one another.  While ultimately I did receive the encouragement of my parents, the initially exclaimed, "Heaven forbid you ever get a real job!," implying that all of my ideas and activities stem from the fact that I don't have much of a life, or rather anything preventing me from doing these things.  While this may be true, I'm glad to be where I am, and argue that my life is much more fulfilling without the 'real' job.  It is a shame that I am not a bit more self-motivated, or I would get even more things started and accomplished.

I am going to physical therapy three times a week for a knee pain that flares up from time to time.  It's not absolutely necessary, as the pain is very infrequent, but it is fun to be back in a gym setting where I have someone guiding my steps.  It is a bit of torture (but then, working out always is), but the exercise high I have afterwards is well worth the exertion.

Other than that, I spend as much time with my mom as possible, and try to be helpful in the way of cooking and cleaning and caring for the pets.  I know I fall far short of where I should be, but I do try.  I'm sure there are other things I could mention, but as you can see, my life is quite full here in Delaware.

Oh, and last Friday, I (finally!) got my ears pierced at the ripe old age of 28.  It was a decision I wanted to be sure about, so I took some time making it.