Now Brittany knows how to make me happy: Here is her facebook post for you all to learn from:
Happy Birthday to the most quirkiest, unusual, sometimes kooky and mostly wacky great aunt Jan i know! see you in October, hope your day is as wonderful as you! love you!
What a day I had, starting with my note, drawing, and card from Ian at 4 am, then the rain over Seattle and the drunk truck weaving down the highway on the way to work, he should have been on the wrong side of the road. The Larsen's Bakery Kringle on the way home that was sugar delicious. I haven't eaten the whole thing yet, but I plan to. Calls cards and messages galore. Lunch with Jo-Anne from work also delicious, Olive Garden, and she only had to speak to the manager once. A bad movie, Chaplin, with Robert Downey. A bit more of my Lincoln book. I picked up The Alchemist from the library on Mark H's recommendation but haven't started it yet. Whales from Jeff. Lots of whales from Jeff, now I am addicted and he will have to send more. So besides turtles I now have a fantastic whale collection. Ian can turn the old fashioned screw on earrings into lovely drop pierced earrings. Thank you Jeff, I still love you more than bacon. My birthday meals have lasted for a week and will continue through Friday. The temperature never got over 72. Yep just about perfect in every way.
I also got whale earrings from the Bowman's, but that was a thank you for the taxi ride and not happy birthday. The taxi ride was just a little wild, so I reminded them that when they come to Seattle they are in for an extreme adventure not a mild one. And Tal I went down the wrong side of the road the second time on purpose -- yeah right.
Little things add up to great blessings and I felt them all. Sometimes life is beautiful.
You know you are a Taylor when you go on an Alaskan cruise and fuss because you can't get coffee before 6AM. Wacky Kids. And Nora and Andrew felt the pinch of no Internet service out over the Pacific Ocean. Wacky Kids.
So, to all you Wacky Kids out there: I love you more than bacon, more than Turkish towels, more than a Kringle from Larsen's, more than dirt, more than luggage, more than cell phones, but not more than Connor.
Connor who had a sweet little temper tantrum because his daddy said no. No to what you ask? No to yogurt. I said Roger most parents bribe their kids to eat yogurt and you are telling Connor no! Well it seems that if Connor gets yogurt first he won't eat his dinner. So there you have it.
I love you more than yogurt.
Roger and Stephanie did have a great time doing the Ragnar run. He called it a frenetic, fun, rolling, athletic circus. Sandy, since you have signed up for a 5k, maybe you and your colleagues can sign up for a Ragnar. Talk to Roger. It turns out that eating and sleeping, or not sleeping as the case maybe, in the chase van is fun. It seems that three-hundred teams of twelve running from Canada to Langley with each team having two vans is fun. Maybe, if you have enough bananas.
I love you more than bananas.
Claire goes for her PET scan today for a tumor check. I'm going with her to see the doctor on Monday for the results. She said I don't want to be alone if it's bad news.
May you always have a companion when you hear bad news.
I love you.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Hip, Hip Hur-ray and Sail Away
... And has everyone had happy birthdays? Jean, Jeff, Tal, Curtis, Laura, Nora?
We will be having a good birthday soon, right Amber? As for me I'm ready for the big six-five. I can handle it, I have my medicare card and am ready to get old.
Kathy Noland wants to come to the Pacific NW to see the whales, I figure I qualify.
The Bowman family have sailed North to Alaska. I picked them up at the airport and only got lost four times getting them to their downtown hotel. Roger's truck was a dream to drive if a tad biggish -- but that is what was called for for the extra large suitcases. I'm not going to mention driving down the wrong side of the street. Poor Tal!
My twenty-four hour play date with Connor starts tomorrow night as Roger and Stephanie do their 250 mile Ragnar run. What's a Ragnar run? Well it is some kind of 12 member team effort relay race. Each runner completes 3 or 4 legs of the race running about 5 to 10 miles each leg. That's all I know folks, except you eat and sleep in the chase van and it is supposed to be lots of fun. FUN? I'll get back to you on that.
I'm planning a son's dinner for my birthday. I decided it would be a vegetarian meal; all fruits and vegetables. Ian was alarmed. Christian said so I'm supposed to eat before I get there. Roger and Stephanie took it in stride. I'm planning Aunt Fanny's Squash casserole, green beans and new potatoes, noodles alfredo, humus and sushi, fruit and whip cream, and peach cobbler with ice cream for dessert. I'm hungry all ready.
We heated up to almost eighty degrees the other day, still overcast with wee sun breaks and steamy. My empathy goes out to all you suffering from the heat. I understand cooler air is on the way.
Art is home from hip replacement surgery and doing well. I talked to Janice and she said Art is a pretty good patient but she is getting exhausted being the pretty good nurse. He is having a lot of pain in his neck and shoulder, probable due to using muscles he has never used before.
The therapist who comes twice a week said Art is one of his top 5 patients. Art is really working hard. The three big don't's were: don't cross your legs, don't lean over more than 90 degrees, and don't twist. He is house restricted until further notice. Has to sleep flat on his back so he usually sleeps in the recliner.
Like I said Janice says she is exhausted and Julie is a trooper. Jacquie and Julie prepared a special coming home from the hospital meal; a taco bar.
Art goes back to the doctor on the 27th. Janice said even though there was lots and lots of bruising that the wound looks pink and pretty, the incision is about 7 to 8 inches long with 17 to 19 staples.
Now if he could just go poop.
Love to all, may you have good bodily functions for all the rest of your days.
We will be having a good birthday soon, right Amber? As for me I'm ready for the big six-five. I can handle it, I have my medicare card and am ready to get old.
Kathy Noland wants to come to the Pacific NW to see the whales, I figure I qualify.
The Bowman family have sailed North to Alaska. I picked them up at the airport and only got lost four times getting them to their downtown hotel. Roger's truck was a dream to drive if a tad biggish -- but that is what was called for for the extra large suitcases. I'm not going to mention driving down the wrong side of the street. Poor Tal!
My twenty-four hour play date with Connor starts tomorrow night as Roger and Stephanie do their 250 mile Ragnar run. What's a Ragnar run? Well it is some kind of 12 member team effort relay race. Each runner completes 3 or 4 legs of the race running about 5 to 10 miles each leg. That's all I know folks, except you eat and sleep in the chase van and it is supposed to be lots of fun. FUN? I'll get back to you on that.
I'm planning a son's dinner for my birthday. I decided it would be a vegetarian meal; all fruits and vegetables. Ian was alarmed. Christian said so I'm supposed to eat before I get there. Roger and Stephanie took it in stride. I'm planning Aunt Fanny's Squash casserole, green beans and new potatoes, noodles alfredo, humus and sushi, fruit and whip cream, and peach cobbler with ice cream for dessert. I'm hungry all ready.
We heated up to almost eighty degrees the other day, still overcast with wee sun breaks and steamy. My empathy goes out to all you suffering from the heat. I understand cooler air is on the way.
Art is home from hip replacement surgery and doing well. I talked to Janice and she said Art is a pretty good patient but she is getting exhausted being the pretty good nurse. He is having a lot of pain in his neck and shoulder, probable due to using muscles he has never used before.
The therapist who comes twice a week said Art is one of his top 5 patients. Art is really working hard. The three big don't's were: don't cross your legs, don't lean over more than 90 degrees, and don't twist. He is house restricted until further notice. Has to sleep flat on his back so he usually sleeps in the recliner.
Like I said Janice says she is exhausted and Julie is a trooper. Jacquie and Julie prepared a special coming home from the hospital meal; a taco bar.
Art goes back to the doctor on the 27th. Janice said even though there was lots and lots of bruising that the wound looks pink and pretty, the incision is about 7 to 8 inches long with 17 to 19 staples.
Now if he could just go poop.
Love to all, may you have good bodily functions for all the rest of your days.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy birthday to us!
Sitting on my back porch with a back yard full of fun, family and fantastic food-- Lee Greenwood, Toby Keith, and Garth playing on the iPod dock and a great deal to be proud of... this country of ours. So much is taken for granted and we are hated by our enemies and those that say they are our friends but hate us anyway because that think we've got it wrong. The part our founders had right was, that men are not in charge of their own freedom. Because of our flawed nature, we cannot be. It is God who grants it and it is God alone who secures it, men are merely players. This holiday, take the time to thank God for our country and for the good it has done and also understand that when we are less than we should be, when we stray from what is right, it is because we try to take matters into our own hands instead of following the principles that He has provided for us. That is why our founders prayed before designing our government and included payer in the sessions devoted to governing our nation, but made sure that any government we built would not dictate, either for or against any specific religion. They knew that the wisdom of the people would prevail in such matters and that our nation would survive as long as we cared to keep God on our side.
Happy 4th to all.
Happy 4th to all.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Boy Stories
Boy Story 1:
I asked Christian if he wanted to come to Mukilteo on Father's Day because Jane, Jerry and I were going to Kosta's Greek restaurant. Ian had to work and Roger and Stephanie had plans with her dad. He said what time. I answered oh, somewhere between one and three. Plan set.
Around two pm Father's Day Jerry Jane and I are lounging around drinking coffee waiting for Christian when he calls and says where are you guys I'm sitting at Kosta's waiting for you. Not exactly mom's plan.
We grab shoes, turn off lights, lock the door, and dash up to Kosta's where we have a great Greek dinner. Back on the plan.
We talk and laugh and have a fun visit, but when the last bite of bread, salad, and Greek pasta goes into everyone's mouths Christian puts his hands palm down on the table and asks the universe "Well, are we done here?" Christian's plan I guess.
Jerry Jane and I couldn't decide if he had one hot date or if family duty was fulfilled, but which ever one it was, Christian was gone. Gotta love the boy.
Boy story 2:
Roger couldn't take Jerry and Jane to the train station Saturday morning because he had a race to run; Seattle's Rock n Rolla, 25,000 strong.
Ian was happy to do the duty but had a little trepidation because last time he took family to the train station there were some mix-ups and difficulty, but still he was game.
Now, have you ever tried to get to the downtown train station with 25,000 runners going for the finish line. After they had "official" help crossing a street during a lull in the runners there were still too many road blocks to overcome. They could see the station, they just couldn't get to the station. Finally the out of towners decided to walk from where they were.
It had a happy ending, because they made it to the train station, rode the train to California and made it to Janice's without any more obstacles. Early warning: Ian might not take any future visitors to the downtown train station.
Ian decided racers were annoying. Gotta love the boy.
Boy story 3:
At my last playdate with Connor we had a silly, tickly, goofy time. I chased him, he chased me, we kicked the ball and crashed the trucks, we sung songs and all fell down.
By now Granny is pooped so I sat on the couch and picked up a magazine.
Connor came running over and grabbed the magazine out of my hands, threw it on the ottoman and said "The End."
Gotta love the boy.
I asked Christian if he wanted to come to Mukilteo on Father's Day because Jane, Jerry and I were going to Kosta's Greek restaurant. Ian had to work and Roger and Stephanie had plans with her dad. He said what time. I answered oh, somewhere between one and three. Plan set.
Around two pm Father's Day Jerry Jane and I are lounging around drinking coffee waiting for Christian when he calls and says where are you guys I'm sitting at Kosta's waiting for you. Not exactly mom's plan.
We grab shoes, turn off lights, lock the door, and dash up to Kosta's where we have a great Greek dinner. Back on the plan.
We talk and laugh and have a fun visit, but when the last bite of bread, salad, and Greek pasta goes into everyone's mouths Christian puts his hands palm down on the table and asks the universe "Well, are we done here?" Christian's plan I guess.
Jerry Jane and I couldn't decide if he had one hot date or if family duty was fulfilled, but which ever one it was, Christian was gone. Gotta love the boy.
Boy story 2:
Roger couldn't take Jerry and Jane to the train station Saturday morning because he had a race to run; Seattle's Rock n Rolla, 25,000 strong.
Ian was happy to do the duty but had a little trepidation because last time he took family to the train station there were some mix-ups and difficulty, but still he was game.
Now, have you ever tried to get to the downtown train station with 25,000 runners going for the finish line. After they had "official" help crossing a street during a lull in the runners there were still too many road blocks to overcome. They could see the station, they just couldn't get to the station. Finally the out of towners decided to walk from where they were.
It had a happy ending, because they made it to the train station, rode the train to California and made it to Janice's without any more obstacles. Early warning: Ian might not take any future visitors to the downtown train station.
Ian decided racers were annoying. Gotta love the boy.
Boy story 3:
At my last playdate with Connor we had a silly, tickly, goofy time. I chased him, he chased me, we kicked the ball and crashed the trucks, we sung songs and all fell down.
By now Granny is pooped so I sat on the couch and picked up a magazine.
Connor came running over and grabbed the magazine out of my hands, threw it on the ottoman and said "The End."
Gotta love the boy.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Three Times
The first time it happened was after Lynn and I drove to California along the Oregon coast. The second time it happened was when we all arrived back at Jean's house after a family reunion. The third time it happened was after I went back to work when Jerry and Jane left. So I have learned over the last three years, not that I have a slow learning curve or anything, that vacations send my blood sugar out of whack and I will have some sort of icky diabetic incident.
Falling asleep at your computer is frowned upon at work. Doc said I might not have followed my diabetic diet closely while family was here -- you think? He also told me to diet, exercise, and quit smoking. Now where have I heard those before? Anyway, I'm back on track and no more diabetic incidents for me. I have learned Jeff is diabetic so watch out Jeff when you travel, and learn to eat more vegetables, then eat some more.
Has Nora moved to Little Rock yet? Or is it Fort Smith?
Miles driven while Jerry and Jane were here were pitifully small, probably no more than 500 miles if you can believe that of a Jerry excursion. I think we sailed more than we drove.
Sites seen: Christian, Ian, and Roger and family, of course. Downtown REI. Freemont people wandering around in Wallingford after the Solstice parade, just a little weirdness with their feathers and brass bras and such. Snoqualmie Falls and the new redesigned park. There was lots of construction going on but the falls were still magnificent. The old viewing platform that cantilevered out from the cliff is gone and all the trails were closed, however I think it will be fantastic in a couple of seasons. Friday Harbor -- practically perfect boat ride. Tulalip casino -- big disappointment. I was going to take them to my favorite gas station restaurant but it was gone -- big disappointment. We watched the cruise ships sail out from one of my favorite vantage points in Edmonds, the place I will watch the Bowman family sail out from very soon. I think we hit about seventeen beaches to look at water and ships. Two bakeries. We dined on Fish and chips eight out of ten days. Had Greek one day and Mexican another.
Sites not seen: We never made it up Mt Baker nor did they sail to Victoria.
Movies watched: with comments by Jane.
Concert -- I forget the things we can do in America, informative.
Belgium/Moscow -- cute.
Bella -- mixed emotions.
Kinky Boots -- different.
Serenity -- Jane took a nap or bath or something so she didn't have to watch.
9 Queens -- It wasn't nearly as good as The Sting.
Sita Sings the Blues -- I think Jan was the only one who thought it was fantastic.
September Issue -- do people really take this seriously.
The Devil Wears Prada -- yes they do.
Kings Speech -- My favorite of all of them.
While they were here there was one emergency with their water.
Norman survived.
Jordon had her tonsils removed.
Blaine was hiking to a mountain top.
Amber was traveling, no it Mark was who was traveling.
Amber was suffering from the heat.
Jerry got a little upset because the high in Mukilteo for ten days was supposed to be lower than the low in Oklahoma, but alas we hit 74 degrees one day.
Other than that it was walks down the hill. Admire Connor. Naps. Coffee. Books, books and more books.
They arrived in California just in time for Jane to go with Janice to the doctor. Poor Janice. Poor Jane.
Jerry and Jane really did try to read during my movies, how silly was that.
Falling asleep at your computer is frowned upon at work. Doc said I might not have followed my diabetic diet closely while family was here -- you think? He also told me to diet, exercise, and quit smoking. Now where have I heard those before? Anyway, I'm back on track and no more diabetic incidents for me. I have learned Jeff is diabetic so watch out Jeff when you travel, and learn to eat more vegetables, then eat some more.
Has Nora moved to Little Rock yet? Or is it Fort Smith?
Miles driven while Jerry and Jane were here were pitifully small, probably no more than 500 miles if you can believe that of a Jerry excursion. I think we sailed more than we drove.
Sites seen: Christian, Ian, and Roger and family, of course. Downtown REI. Freemont people wandering around in Wallingford after the Solstice parade, just a little weirdness with their feathers and brass bras and such. Snoqualmie Falls and the new redesigned park. There was lots of construction going on but the falls were still magnificent. The old viewing platform that cantilevered out from the cliff is gone and all the trails were closed, however I think it will be fantastic in a couple of seasons. Friday Harbor -- practically perfect boat ride. Tulalip casino -- big disappointment. I was going to take them to my favorite gas station restaurant but it was gone -- big disappointment. We watched the cruise ships sail out from one of my favorite vantage points in Edmonds, the place I will watch the Bowman family sail out from very soon. I think we hit about seventeen beaches to look at water and ships. Two bakeries. We dined on Fish and chips eight out of ten days. Had Greek one day and Mexican another.
Sites not seen: We never made it up Mt Baker nor did they sail to Victoria.
Movies watched: with comments by Jane.
Concert -- I forget the things we can do in America, informative.
Belgium/Moscow -- cute.
Bella -- mixed emotions.
Kinky Boots -- different.
Serenity -- Jane took a nap or bath or something so she didn't have to watch.
9 Queens -- It wasn't nearly as good as The Sting.
Sita Sings the Blues -- I think Jan was the only one who thought it was fantastic.
September Issue -- do people really take this seriously.
The Devil Wears Prada -- yes they do.
Kings Speech -- My favorite of all of them.
While they were here there was one emergency with their water.
Norman survived.
Jordon had her tonsils removed.
Blaine was hiking to a mountain top.
Amber was traveling, no it Mark was who was traveling.
Amber was suffering from the heat.
Jerry got a little upset because the high in Mukilteo for ten days was supposed to be lower than the low in Oklahoma, but alas we hit 74 degrees one day.
Other than that it was walks down the hill. Admire Connor. Naps. Coffee. Books, books and more books.
They arrived in California just in time for Jane to go with Janice to the doctor. Poor Janice. Poor Jane.
Jerry and Jane really did try to read during my movies, how silly was that.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
What Mountain?
What mountain? We haven't seen the up side or the down side of a mountain.
We have done some couch sitting, chair sitting, bench sitting, and table sitting with a little people watching, Ian watching, Connor watching, and ship watching thrown in. We make sure we have time for a nap possibly two as the day progresses. Jerry and Jane are enjoying the cooler weather and Jan is enjoying not working -- everyone is happy.
Jerry and Jane have strolled down the hill a time or two.
We found the USS Lincoln in port.
We meandered around the sidewalk sale at University Village.
We've dinned at Spuds, Rams, Ivar's and Roger's
and we have a few more selections coming up.
We pursued our books.
My friend Lynn wandered by unexpectedly .
Jan watched a movie or two which the the guests caught a portion of.
True Grit and Song of the Sparrow,
If Jeff was going to portray Rooster Cogburn
it would look an awful lot like the Jeff Bridges version.
Jane brought Jan a beautiful new purse, beautiful,
but it took two whole hours before someone complimented me on it.
What's up with that?
Ian had already told me where a store was,
so when the lady complimented me and talked about it
I was fully informed and told her where to go...
Not that kind of told her where to go, but where a store was located.
Roger was properly adorable.
Ian was properly adorable.
Connor went above and beyond properly adorable.
There hasn't been a Christian siting, but I can assure you he is properly adorable also.
For the first time Connor grabbed my finger and took me to his daddy because he wanted me to make his daddy behave. Daddy had said no to the iPad and Connor wanted me to trump that decision. Granny had the power to trump the decision, but decided to up hold the Daddy decision and distracted Connor instead. Adorable.
We might do something wild today like go to the downtown REI.
To quote my brother; Life is good.
Shush; they are still sleeping and we don't want to wake them yet.
Life is good.
We have done some couch sitting, chair sitting, bench sitting, and table sitting with a little people watching, Ian watching, Connor watching, and ship watching thrown in. We make sure we have time for a nap possibly two as the day progresses. Jerry and Jane are enjoying the cooler weather and Jan is enjoying not working -- everyone is happy.
Jerry and Jane have strolled down the hill a time or two.
We found the USS Lincoln in port.
We meandered around the sidewalk sale at University Village.
We've dinned at Spuds, Rams, Ivar's and Roger's
and we have a few more selections coming up.
We pursued our books.
My friend Lynn wandered by unexpectedly .
Jan watched a movie or two which the the guests caught a portion of.
True Grit and Song of the Sparrow,
If Jeff was going to portray Rooster Cogburn
it would look an awful lot like the Jeff Bridges version.
Jane brought Jan a beautiful new purse, beautiful,
but it took two whole hours before someone complimented me on it.
What's up with that?
Ian had already told me where a store was,
so when the lady complimented me and talked about it
I was fully informed and told her where to go...
Not that kind of told her where to go, but where a store was located.
Roger was properly adorable.
Ian was properly adorable.
Connor went above and beyond properly adorable.
There hasn't been a Christian siting, but I can assure you he is properly adorable also.
For the first time Connor grabbed my finger and took me to his daddy because he wanted me to make his daddy behave. Daddy had said no to the iPad and Connor wanted me to trump that decision. Granny had the power to trump the decision, but decided to up hold the Daddy decision and distracted Connor instead. Adorable.
We might do something wild today like go to the downtown REI.
To quote my brother; Life is good.
Shush; they are still sleeping and we don't want to wake them yet.
Life is good.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Don't Fall off the Mountain
My car had a few creaks and squeaks so I took it to Christian for a once over. He said don't worry mom you aren't going to get stranded anywhere.
I said I'm not worried about getting stranded, I'm worried about something breaking and causing an accident as I drive down the highway. I don't want to kill Jerry and Jane while they are visiting.
He said you won't kill Jerry and Jane unless you drive off the mountain. Problem solved.
When Jane gets here I'm going to give her her prize for winning the "I'm Great" contest. Jane it's pink, shaped like a flamingo, and will fit in your suitcase. Love you.
Depression hit me like a Gong Show gong the other night. I chatted with Ian, went to bed, and wham down I went. All of a sudden I felt like my life was a failure. My job was a failure. I was a failure as a daughter, wife, sister, mother and friend. My health was iffy. My finances a joke. My car squeaky. My house dusty. I don't understand one damn thing about Medicare, Medicaid or Social Security. I don't dance and I'm smoking. How could It be any worse?
Hours I lay there not being able to go to sleep because of this well of depression. I thought to myself I've metered out. Then it hit me. I can seep into the murk and mire of reality and be depressed or lift myself up over the rim of reality and see the entire Universe spread out around me and live in a delightful world.
What is worse being delusional and escaping reality, living in a fantasy world and loving it, being better for it, or living below the clouds of the heavens mired in the gunk?
I've been visiting with people who hate their jobs, I don't.
Are really sick, I'm not.
Have real life problems with their children, mine are dandy.
My mother was grand.
My car got a clean bill of health.
I'll sort all the sixty-five shit.
Ian will dust, kind of.
The cupboards are full.
The checking account isn't empty.
I can still walk the streets to work.
Pay the mortgage.
So what if I don't dance anymore. I read, visit with friends, watch mediocre to good movies, eat, talk to people from all over the country, sing when I am alone, rattle around on the computer, drive in the country (with a healthy car,) ride ferries, look at my spectacular western exposure sunsets, feel the cool rains, laugh at my own jokes, anticipate company and anticipate new babies entering the world (Ian's friend Nila and Mary's daughter Lisa.) I also get to pick up from daycare, visit with, play with, smooch, nuzzle, dandle, enjoy, and just sit back and watch my wee grandson. Any two year old can learn eyes, ears, and nose, but lately I have been teaching Connor where his clavicle, elbow, and femur are.
So reality come on down, life is good. Every life has some garbage in it, but my garbage has a place to go and it isn't on my doorstep.
May your life be garbage free today.
I said I'm not worried about getting stranded, I'm worried about something breaking and causing an accident as I drive down the highway. I don't want to kill Jerry and Jane while they are visiting.
He said you won't kill Jerry and Jane unless you drive off the mountain. Problem solved.
When Jane gets here I'm going to give her her prize for winning the "I'm Great" contest. Jane it's pink, shaped like a flamingo, and will fit in your suitcase. Love you.
Depression hit me like a Gong Show gong the other night. I chatted with Ian, went to bed, and wham down I went. All of a sudden I felt like my life was a failure. My job was a failure. I was a failure as a daughter, wife, sister, mother and friend. My health was iffy. My finances a joke. My car squeaky. My house dusty. I don't understand one damn thing about Medicare, Medicaid or Social Security. I don't dance and I'm smoking. How could It be any worse?
Hours I lay there not being able to go to sleep because of this well of depression. I thought to myself I've metered out. Then it hit me. I can seep into the murk and mire of reality and be depressed or lift myself up over the rim of reality and see the entire Universe spread out around me and live in a delightful world.
What is worse being delusional and escaping reality, living in a fantasy world and loving it, being better for it, or living below the clouds of the heavens mired in the gunk?
I've been visiting with people who hate their jobs, I don't.
Are really sick, I'm not.
Have real life problems with their children, mine are dandy.
My mother was grand.
My car got a clean bill of health.
I'll sort all the sixty-five shit.
Ian will dust, kind of.
The cupboards are full.
The checking account isn't empty.
I can still walk the streets to work.
Pay the mortgage.
So what if I don't dance anymore. I read, visit with friends, watch mediocre to good movies, eat, talk to people from all over the country, sing when I am alone, rattle around on the computer, drive in the country (with a healthy car,) ride ferries, look at my spectacular western exposure sunsets, feel the cool rains, laugh at my own jokes, anticipate company and anticipate new babies entering the world (Ian's friend Nila and Mary's daughter Lisa.) I also get to pick up from daycare, visit with, play with, smooch, nuzzle, dandle, enjoy, and just sit back and watch my wee grandson. Any two year old can learn eyes, ears, and nose, but lately I have been teaching Connor where his clavicle, elbow, and femur are.
So reality come on down, life is good. Every life has some garbage in it, but my garbage has a place to go and it isn't on my doorstep.
May your life be garbage free today.
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