- One day after discussing with my neighbor that I don’t get seasonal allergies, that I’m susceptible to allergy attacks all year, I get a whopper of one. I woke up sneezing at 5:45 a.m. Who does that? How does that even happen? How do you go from being sound asleep in a delicious cycle and then suddenly “achoo!”-ing loud enough to scare the birds? And what’s with the sneezing straight for 10 minutes? I thought I was going to have a heart attack mid-sneeze. Can that even happen?
- I’m so glad the New York primaries are today. That means tomorrow there won’t be the stupid commercials.
- I’ve never met anyone that didn’t like chicken.
- One of the reasons why I like my home so much is that I feel utterly at home. That may seem like an obvious statement, but there have been places in my life that made me positively ITCH to get going somewhere else and feel settled. This has now become that place, and I’m okay with spending time just enjoying my surroundings. Of course, I do that by not looking too closely at the dog hair that wants sweeping up or the gentle layer of dust on the mantle.
- There’s an interesting state of affairs in the name of supporting local businesses. There are neighborhood groups on Facebook (and some spelling program just capitalized that for me; why, I don’t know, since the actual masthead is lowercase.) and lots of requests for recommended plumbers, electricians, landscapers, nannies, places to eat, caterers, car sales, etc. Helpful folks chime in with their favorites, and everyone gets a fuzzy glow from being good neighbors. So tell me why NONE of them call you back? “Hello, Neighborhood Business Owner? Yes, I’d like to give you money. Can you call me and tell me when you can perform your tasks so I may give you said money? Thanks. Here’s every number in the universe you’ll need to reach me.” Radio silence for two weeks. “Hello, Neighborhood Business Owner? Yes, I called two weeks ago trying to give you some of my money. In the meantime, my pet llama has disappeared down the pit that is my backyard waiting for someone to fill in the hole, preferably after extracting said llama. Could you call me, please? My numbers again are…” Another week goes by. Hopping onto Facebook I see the group praising the Neighborhood Business Owners again, and one small voice (not mine, yet) saying “they won’t return my calls.” Angry friends and neighbors of said Neighborhood Business Owners rush to their defense, claiming they are “great people, coaching local softball, dynamite work, wouldn’t go anywhere else, why are you publicly disparaging him and attempting to ruin his business?” It’s a conundrum.
- I just sneezed six times between paragraph five and six. It’s a SIGN.
- I’m knitting a shawl that I want to use on vacation. It’s Dream In Color Starry which means it has little silvery bits of shiny in it and I am completely amused, except the name of the color is “starless sky” which would indicate to me that it shouldn’t have the starry bits in it, am I right? Or is it another conundrum and I have unwittingly stumbled across an actual theme in my life?
- I’ll soon be going to a convention with my Hubby which involves us going to a hotel. We will be invited to a breakfast buffet at 8:30; he departs for a 9:15 meeting, and I go upstairs to change for an 11:00 brunch; after that, I change into casual clothes for afternoon shopping or walking about, leaving enough time to change clothes again for a formal banquet in the evening; after the formal part, folks change into casual clothes to roam the corridors and visit everyone else’s room for a drink as if we were back in college crashing dorm parties. It is the silliest thing ever, but I like the people I get to see so I put up with it. Plus two days with no home responsibilities so I won’t hear the dust calling my name.
- I saw my former students in a play at the local high school and while I had some anxiety ahead of time, it turned out to be a wonderfully therapeutic night. All my kids were so happy to see me and I got many many hugs and enthusiastic “you were the best teacher ever!” and I may have cried. Okay, I definitely cried. My heart felt like the Grinch’s when it burst out of its cartoon x-ray frame.
I leave you with this thought-provoking idea from my spirit animal, the Dowager: