In part due to the aforementioned cloud over this house yesterday, I told L’s Mother that I was going to another room and shutting the door for a bit “until the urge to run away from home passes.”
To which she responded, “Do you want me to knock so you know when it’s passed?”
Even though actual classes don’t start for us until tomorrow, you can feel the cloud over this house today.
I don’t mind that my son doesn’t love school; I didn’t exactly love it myself at his age. Heck, for that matter I don’t exactly love it now, and I have direct experience to support my belief in the value of a good education!
Recently I shared some pictures from Mom’s latest adventure, and the most common response I heard was “I am so jealous!” While this response no longer perplexes me anymore, it still manages to take me aback just a little. Yes, I know it’s an understandable response to seeing pictures of someone else doing something interesting in an interesting place, but it’s not my response for the simple reason if that it was a place I really wanted to be, I would already be there.
Your busy sounds like more fun than my busy.
– Something I wrote in a personal correspondence today
Judging by the silence, not even the crickets thought yesterday’s post was funny; that’s okay though . . . because *I* did.
And on the subject of things that only I might find funny, yesterday after a long and tiring day I found myself contemplating the dirty dinner dishes still remaining on the table. Reaching a decision, I looked at L’s Mother and announced, “I can give you every part of the rat but one for those remaining dishes.”
This weekend while I was out and about I overheard an off-duty police officer telling the following (paraphrased) story to a friend after the subject of spiders had come up:
You think that’s a big spider? They come bigger here . . . a lot bigger!
One time I was chasing this perp, not for anything serious, you understand. Nobody had gotten hurt, and nobody was even out any money that I knew of, but this guy still decided he was going to make a run for it anyway. So I’m chasing him down the street, and it’s night, so he figures he can lose me by running through some bushes, and I’m thinking “There’s no way this guy is getting away from me!” I train my flashlight on the bushes and I’m about to follow him when I see a spider as big as my hand between me and the perp, and my next thought is “That guy just got away!”
After weeks here of it being stormy . . . or rainy . . . or overcast, I almost started to wonder if the sun still looked the same, but this morning I noticed actual sunshine outside my window, so I decided to go out in the backyard for a few minutes.
Once outside, I couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t feel quite as oppressively hot as it had the last time I had spent any significant time in the backyard, so I took that as a subtle sign that the seasons were, in fact, turning. (Sometimes it can be hard to tell here.) I may have even felt a trifle smug for noticing this.
Then with only a few drops of warning, the sky unleashed a shower of rain . . . a cold shower, sending me scurrying for cover while I mentally yelped, “that’s not a subtle sign, that’s not subtle at all!”
Years ago I remember Dad telling me how every task in the eyes of one of his bosses was “priority one,” which eventually prompted my dad to ask said boss to please clarify what was “priority one alpha,” “priority one beta,” “priority one gamma,” and so on.
L’s Mother and I do our best to keep this idea in mind in our daily routines, but lately her job has necessitated priorities above “priority one alpha” which she has dubbed “OMG alpha,” “OMG beta,” and “OMG gamma.”
Obviously I was feeling peeved yesterday, and I hope it was equally obvious that the “you” I was addressing was a rhetorical “you.” Since I may not know the actual you that well, I’m just going to leave it up to you to determine if anything I said applies to you.
