Grandpa has been after us to give him some ideas of things Kitty would like for Christmas, so we sat down with the stack of catalogs, mostly on Sunday, to figure something out. Dolly and I still have to summarize what we found.

I also looked at a few, non-toy ones too. There were a couple things that I thought my mother would like from those. That was weird because I haven't thought about her much in the last couple years. It's a shift that came after writing the letter to her last week, in which I acknowledged that I forgave her. It is odd now to think about how this might lead to a shift and I may feel comfortable writing to or talking with her again, asking questions and such.

In a few comments over the weekend related the quote I reposted from Ana's blog, Janet pursued the forgiveness thing with me. As I wrote earlier, my mother has acknowledged that she had a role in my issues with my upbringing. It makes sense to forgive her. My father does not. How can I forgive him for something that he doesn't recognize as a problem? That's rhetorical. I can do it in my head. I understand the situation and that was the past and all that.

Most of the day was mellow around the house. We did a combined-errand trip and I walked home from the last stop. On the way, I passed a gas station with CA regular at $4.30, one at $3.40 and another at $3.38. There were no vehicles at the $4.30 place, not surprisingly. That one is always much higher.