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I think was maxed out on my photo storage here, so I had to delete some fish pictures. I need to update anyway. Bad news tonight: the male Dalmatian Molly is no longer with us. Nearly half his body surface area was shredded from thrashing on the floor. He had been declining, and tonight he lost most of his ability to control his locomotion. He had jammed himself under the Anubias roots and a shrimp was trying to pick on his injury. He was humanely euthanized. Still sucks. I knew his chances were poor. I'd been watching him closely and hoping, though. I was just saying the other day how I have not lost fish in so long, and now we've lost two. I'm really hoping my son doesn't notice.
Last night I had dinner with the girls and we had fun. I have diarrhea of the mouth, it seems. Need to take something for that. After telling only my sister and husband, and neither of them for a week- trust me it's a Guinness Level record- I told these ladies that I was trying to write a book. Trying being the operative word for me. Sure, I can talk endlessly. I can blog about nothing in particular for hours, but writing?! Well I didn't say I was a writer. But it still felt like your New York waitress telling you she's an actor. I felt stupid. Especially when describing my idea. But real writers say to tell people what you are doing. The only reason I can think for that is that some day they expect to see a result, and maybe they'll pester you into finishing. I am a reader, really. I love to read. I love books. I like to learn new things in nonfiction and I like to relax by loosing myself in good fiction. I swear I wanted to be a chauffeur after seeing the movie Sabrina with Julia Ormond and Greg Kinnear. Her dad was a chauffer who's house looked like the walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling- they were everywhere and Sabrina said he took the job so he could read all day. I thought, "Now that's The Life!" But instead I'm a washed out firefighter turned haus frau. I need stuff to keep my brain gears from getting rusty. I also need to be distracted from my tendency to worry over my family. My sister is all for the aquarium interest. She thinks I should do more with it. Maybe she just doesn't want to read about herself in my blog... The idea of writing a book is sort of like running a marathon for me. Something I have always admired, but thought I could never do. Eventually, I have to try those things that I thought I couldn't do. Now those things are more cerebral than physical, but still... My DH has been saying I should do it for 10 years. That's probably why I didn't :) Just Kidding. Love you, honey. He just sees my editing. He asks my opinion on his stuff fairly regularly. I know no one who reads this blog believes I could edit. I never polish the blog because it's my therapy. Stream of consciousness need to get it out so I can sleep, stuff. Another lady there has also been writing, so we told each other we'd get to work. And here I am. Blogging.