Comedy Central is roasting Bob Saget. Holy Crap, this is funny. I haven't been online in awhile and this is what I have to say. Oh MY GOD! This is great. Other than that, I had a great birthday celebration. Delaney says that it is my "birthday week" but I haven't noticed. I have been working all week! So I have 1 more day left. We will see how that goes! I have lots of other things going on, but we will keep this one short. Like a little visit or something, passing on the street. Saying hi. Next time we'll "do lunch" and this will be longer. Catching up takes so much time. I wish I had more of it.
Vacation is over. I am back to reality. Never really left it to tell you the truth. Going away was going away. Always a yarn of thread that holds you back to whence you came. Worries, phone calls not made, emails not sent, thoughts, people. And the vacation was planned in its not planned. Meaning someone did the planning, but it was not me. I guess that makes a difference too. That SOMEONE knew what was happening. Nothing was left to chance. I knew when to do nothing. It was wonderful. I got to read. For any of you that know me, sitting down to read is a big thing, between concentration, time and want. It is difficult to be led astray by someone else's story. While others enjoy the journey reading takes them on away from their own lives and down the path of someone elses, I don't usually enjoy them. My journey is unpredicable, exciting, disappointing and full of magic as it is, with its own sordid tales of love, loss, friendship and family. I would be horrified to seek it elsewhere.
Back to vacation, only 5 more weeks of Caramoor to go. Come visit.
Oh, my goodness. My Kingdom for some water. Or a day off. Or an air conditioner. Or a full night's sleep. I had some long, lofty blog to type but it is too hot to think or analyse. I am a creature of work, needing to be busy. Even on days off, I either fill my day to capacity with activities, errands and being mommy, or I collapse from exhaustion. In past vacations I have had to know what was happening when. Had to be doing something, otherwise what was the point of going away? Visit someplace new, go somewhere you have never been. Now I understand. Sometimes, it is important to do nothing. Don't get me wrong. It is still going to slowly KILL me, but I see the point. Sometimes nothing is everything. Now all I need is time. How do I explain that I need time to DO nothing? It is inconcievable.
"I don't think that word means what you think it means"
Taking advantage of having a computer for a short moment. Saying hello. Looking for a song that I heard on the radio the other day. I thought it was Bare Naked Ladies but I am having no luck finding it. Do they have a new album out? Let me know.
I have never felt so shiny yet invisible. Ever have that feeling? That everyone notices you but not for the right reasons or not for who you really are or what you even want to be noticed for? Sigh. I am just being a baby. Shiny object yet invisible. It happens. Random, I know.
That is the title of a book sitting on my father’s dining room table. I was kind of shocked by it. I mean, the title certainly grabs you, but what is it really saying? We won’t be complete if we do not see these places, or it will help us live our lives more fullfilled? I can’t grasp it. I know that there are inspirations in our history. The Pyramids, the Great Wall of China, going to the moon. All great acheivements done by humans. I think the title just gave me a new project. Not things to do before I dies, necessarily, but plan according to the things I cannot live without doing before I die. Does that make any sense? Looks like just another list for me to make.
I don’t like my job but I do it anyway. Silly mistakes, unorganized as it may be. I show up. I do it. And I go home, feeling as though I did something. In the end, it makes me happy. But sometimes. . . . . . the journey takes forever.
Facebook
Current mood: impatient
Category: Blogging
Back again. It seems that there is a big draw on Facebook right now, but I still find myself here. Writing. I did notice that my home page certainly looks familiar, loosley based on Facebooks spying list of things your friends have done. It is a little haunting and a little lazy. Now I don't even need to look for a specific person and what they have been up to. They took the work away. I don't even have to be interested in the information. They are going to tell me whether I want to know or not. Seems silly to me, yet I succumbed and signed up anyway. I am not really complaining, so to speak, merely cavetching a little. Hope to see some of you in person sooner than later. Once in awhile, our paths should cross in real life. I mean, come on, it COULD happen.
Life is full of choices. Some we love, some we hate, some we regret and some we make using blind faith. I have experienced every one of them this week and it is only Thursday. Thank goodness it is almost the weekend.
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