I made great progress today on my family tree. My eyes are blurry after hours of searching and looking through census documents from the 1800’s. Ancestry.com has done a great job with indexing it all but its accuracy is dependent on the census taker, his handwriting, the ink he used, and whoever deciphered it all and put it into the database for our generation to search for. For example the census taker wrote “Rodiland” for “Rhode Island”. One of the boxes on the early census asked if the person was “deaf and dumb, blind, insane or idiotic”. How insensitve we used to be!
Just found: My great grandfathers WW1 Draft registration card:
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What do to about the neighbors dog who starts barking every morning between 5-5.30 am and continues ALL day. It’s driving me apeshit because it wakes me up, wakes the kids up, and we can’t get back to sleep. So I’m up at 5am every morning, and DS with me. I’m thinking “how can they not know?” and then “how can they not care”? I mean the husband is in the Metro Police Acadamy right now. So what do I do? Leave a polite note on their door? Go over there at 5am and let them know their dog is barking?
I’ve been thinking a lot the past few weeks how my life seems so out of balance. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, until I overheard my daughter say the other day “she’s on the computer” in a voice that made me feel guilty somehow. Until I realized that I’m on here a lot, way more then I should be. Not doing anything exciting, just doing this or that. Hours a day.
So today, I changed that. I moved the computer out of the bedroom, and downstairs with everyone elses. Now I can’t be on it all day and all night. And it’s hard! But that’s even more reason to get off my ass and out into the world again. If my computer usage was in balance with the rest of me, there wouldn’t be a nagging feeling that something isn’t right.
Balance. Everything in balance.