A Little South of Sanity

I’m still on the mend, but thankfully everyone in the household is feeling much better.   Marcel caught my little bug, and although he had a milder case; you would have thought he was much more sick.   Even when our lives were paused- life around us went on.   We had a friend move, another send in her medical resume to a local doctors office who was needing someone, plus another friend just got a promotion.

The days continue to fly by- and I’ve noticed a coolness in the air that only says that Fall is coming soon.

  I love to people watch.   Seriously, I could sit at a busy area with a cup of coffee and watch people for hours and never get bored.    There are times when I stumble upon people that I find interesting and this lady was one of those people.   I thought her attire was interesting, especially the gold hat to match the gold shoes.    Her husband (or I assume that it was her husband) had suffered a stroke or something and couldn’t speak well, but yet you could see that he clearly adored her.     I don’t know where they were going, or even where they had been, but as the train arrived, he leaned over and kissed her about four times.   It was one of the sweetest things I’ve seen in a while.     He rambled on and on and she never said a word, but her actions spoke louder than any words she could have ever said.

Isn’t that the case with most of us?   It’s not the words that matter- it’s the action and intent.

When Marcel came home this morning I woke up and realized I needed to take a little trip to the girls room. I don’t know what I was thinking, since I was half asleep, but when I walked out and saw him standing there in bifocal safety glasses, I screamed. I don’t know if I thought he was someone else, or if it was because I’d never seen him in the safety glasses, but it scared me. I could tell he felt bad for scaring me, but forgot to take them off before he left work. It must not have affected me too much though, because I was back in bed after my ‘pit stop’ and asleep by the time my head hit the pillow.

You know when you have those ‘typical Monday’s’ where it seems like everything that can go wrong does? Well, today is one of those days for me, only it’s Friday. I have a cold which seems to be getting worse, but on top of that, I’ve literally had one issue after another today, including one with my iTunes that still isn’t resolved. Thank goodness I don’t have these kind of days very often, because I don’t think I could handle it.

Luckily, tomorrow is another day.

I remember when I turned 40 that mom said I’d probably notice that my eyesight may take a nose dive. She said that was about the age that she found she needed reading glasses and I assured her that it wouldn’t happen to me. Now, here it is three years later (I can’t believe I’m 43), and I find myself turning on the Kichler lighting so that I can actually see what I’m reading in the evenings.

I never used to turn lights on in the evenings and now it seems as though I’m squinting when I don’t. I guess this is another case of ‘mom’s always right’.

I don’t know what has gotten in to me lately. I have so many ideas and things to write about, but yet it seems as though the days are flying by without me blogging. I think I’m trying to hold on to what is left of the summer and after I get finished working every day, I find that I want to spend my time off the computer and out of the house. I’m sure that will change once the weather does, but in the meantime, bear with me.

I’m going to try to be more consistent, but I can’t make any promises. I think first I need to clear the cobwebs out of the grey matter known as my brain.

I remember when I was younger and my parents would talk about the things that they experience when they were kids that we had never had the opportunity to experience (be it good or bad) I thought that it was silly.   Now, when I think about some of the things that I’ve experience in my life and that today’s generation have no idea what I’m talking about- I admit to feeling a little dated.  (Notice I didn’t say old).

I just read an Associated Press article that is featured on WLOX News. I accessed it via my Facebook page, but it starts with:

Wear wristwatch? Use e-mail? Not for Class of ’14

By DINESH RAMDE
Associated Press Writer
MILWAUKEE (AP) – For students entering college this fall, e-mail is too slow, phones have never had cords and the computers they played with as kids are now in museums.

The Class of 2014 thinks of Clint Eastwood more as a sensitive director than as Dirty Harry urging punks to “go ahead, make my day.” Few incoming freshmen know how to write in cursive or have ever worn a wristwatch.

To read the rest of this article, click the link I shared above. I guess we have now become the generation that we once laughed at our parents about.

I haven’t really talked about it much- but yesterday I went to a funeral. It was for one of my neighbors- and the third of my neighbors to die this year. This doesn’t count Carol, who died in March (which I find myself still tetter-tottering back and forth between sadness and denial over), and then others who have passed recently as well.

I’ll tell you a little secret about me- or maybe it isn’t a secret at all if I’m sharing it here.- I know that no one actually likes death and funerals, but I have to say that they really get to me and I’m struggling with that right now. I think when God was passing out empathy, he gave me a triple dose or something, because as freaky as this will sound- I can literally FEEL another person’s sadness.

I remember trying to change that about myself when I was a teenager, but it didn’t work. I try to accept it as just part of who I am, but in times when so many people are hurting- it’s hard.

It will get better though- it will just take me a little while to work through the emotions.

I’ve noticed recently that the more I watch the news the less I want to know. I guess you could call me the proverbial ostrich who wants to stick her head in the sand, but I can’t watch the news and not think this world has gone crazy. The crazy thing is; I feel pretty sure that many others in the world echo my sentiments, but yet we aren’t willing to make changes within ourselves or encourage those around us to do the same.

I don’t know any overly crazy people- ok, maybe a few- but I mean seriously, all these wackos have to be someones family, so why aren’t people reaching out and trying to get them some help?

Spread the love people! I believe love is the answer to all the worlds’ problems.

A month or so ago when Marcel and I were away for the weekend, we made an appointment with the breeder (since we were in the neighborhood) to have him plucked. She really wanted to do it and we figured since we had to pass close to her town to get home, it would be more cost effective, since she’s much cheaper than the people here in the area. She mentioned that JJ would be going through doggie puberty sometime soon and that he’d stop listening and begin doing highly annoying things. At the time, I kind of laughed it off, but not anymore.

This morning I had friends over for coffee and it was their first visit. He acted like a complete fool and drove me NUTS. Needless to say, three hours later and I was completely stressed and I was ready to put him on eBay. Ok, maybe I wouldn’t put him on eBay, but I hope this doggie puberty doesn’t last long, because my sanity can’t take it.