Today has been off kilter, starting with mid-morning thunderstorms when everyone was expecting dry & sunny.
The meteorologist repeats this optimistic forecast as we step out into pitch darkness at 10:45 am and then drive across town to my daughter's softball game which is of course cancelled because by the time we get there there is lightning and pouring rain.
On our way back home I decide to stop at our neighborhood garden store that I've driven by a million times.
It's our first time inside & we're amazed by the mile-long aisles with giant dancing bear topiaries and buddha fountains and ponds with huge orange and red fish. There's even a bakery & a cafe and then we turn an azalea filled corner and run right into a friend who is expected tonight at our house for dinner.
We laugh, discuss the menu and then wander our separate ways under a tin roof where the sound of falling rain crashes just over our heads.
An hour later we step out into the parking lot and my daughter exclaims "I feel like we just went to Alice's Wonderland."
In the car, I see myself in the rearview mirror and remember that I had not so much as combed my hair or washed my face before rushing out into the dark morning. This makes me laugh.
(so I went to school with a girl named azalea and I learned from facebook that I KID YOU NOT, she married a man whose last name is budd. What are the odds of that happening?)
Now the sun is shining and I feel like taking a nap.
But there is a house to clean & dinner to plan and I am thinking about
PMS
and its aftermath in my life, which I am again facing the fallout from even though at the age of 41 I've never really admitted to having it in the first place, because isn't that just a license for me to act crazy one day out of every month?
I don't need no stinkin' license!
And soon there will be menopause which will be a real hoot for everyone involved, I'm sure.
I'm also thinking about
self confidence which has been the focus of my work with adolescent girls for the past 12 years or so
and how when I turned 40 I suddenly had a boatload of it myself. I had 4o years of experience to back up my opinions and that seemed significant.
Now I'm approaching 42 and I'm back to feeling like an overgrown teenager and I certainly haven't been acting very confident lately, or is that just the
PMS
talking?
I want to write a book.
That was the goal I wrote in my diary when I was 12 and now it is thirty years later and I figure I'm halfway there, so maybe by the time I'm 72?
It is a fact that I am one of those people who acquaintances have strong reactions to. You know, either they love me or hate me.
I honestly have no idea why, so if you have any thoughts or ideas on this, please comment to let me know.
My boss is one of those people who loves me. Loves.
(not based on my work ethic, I'm sure)
I guess that is good news.
I have been deleting posts lately, the ones I think are the most pointless.
But then here I go & write another one!
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for me - after writing a heartbreaking post - i gotta write some rambly blathery thing, just to get the taste out - to balance the yin/yang.
what i saw here were maybe 4 or more ideas ruminating toward new posts. come back soon! you don't need no steenking license!
She is young
She say`Good
Great Prostrate
Ay, I brag of that
Healthy prostrate
No PMS to worry
I walked in rains
I need some soap
Lavender shower
Sing in the shower
Yodel in a sprinkle
Rambling woman
Ya boss love you
YAY! Ya Smoking
Boss!
Ya in government
Boss puff the joint
In cubicle late again
Boss invites to imbibe
Boss adds you to a list
You on Boss love list
A poetess who romp
No estranged to hick
Your friends groan
You go to write book
Editor say that so bad
If you write a good book
You walk with no pants on
Pants wrap around ankles
PMS husband gets dizzy
O, Woman mood swing
PMS make male loco
No prostrate worry
Men play senile
No beloved elder
Caroline marie
Ya a young gal
Ya yodel good
Ya ramble too
Rumble romp
I best behave
This is your book. Your book is now.
Thank you for reading & responding.
true, dianaani, there is fodder for several new posts here
Oh Art, writing a good book being the equivalent of having your pants down around your ankles--I fear that's true but I think I'm going to do it anyway!
Wendy, I'd be very interested to hear what you have to say.
Are you referring to the breezy tone of this piece versus the darker tone of my other posts?
I'll have to think about this, but I sure love your encouragement to move forward!
I completed a first draft before Penny came to live with me
and then for the first time in my life I COMPLETELY stopped writing once she was here.
I could understand a brief break, but this new non-writing lifestyle continued for four years!
This blog is how I started getting back into the habit and then I looked at my first draft and realize it needs ALOT of work
so I may be focusing on that and stop with the blog at some point soon
I don't know
but I love hearing from each of you!
so we will see.
I'm intrigued...what exactly does it mean to Facebook like someone?
(By the way, I love you too. So there again.)
anne, I bet you would be able to take some great shots in there
As for deleting posts, I've been thinking of doing that as well with some of my stinkers.
But we'll both write until we drop....yes?
Deal?
so I went to school with a girl named azalea and I learned from facebook that I KID YOU NOT, she married a man whose last name is budd . . .
I worked with a woman whose maiden name was "Bonar" . . . she married a guy with the last name "Bender" . . . and hyphenated the name. The marriage didn't last long, though . . .
I am a person people tend to love or hate as well, that is interesting for me to think about. Mostly, these days, I get love, but I've had a past of haters.
Thank you for rambling on, I feel like we just had a bit of a conversation without really having it. ;0