Tuesday, March 29, 2011


A meeting site that I visit on occasion asks, among many things, "six things you can't do without" as part of the fleshing out of one's profile. As you might guess the responses vary as widely as the respondents. Some folks are literal. Some are surreal. Some have only one or two things, some exceed six by six or more.But, whether a respondent is smart or smart-alecky, the responses say a bit about the respondent. This post however, is not about the art or science of reading any sort of meaning into the responses to some getting to know you Q and A. This post is about the randomness of a day (or days) and things that make you go . . .

One respondent answered her number five as follows: 5.TALKING

At first glance, I saw Stalking. Thinking what I thought I read, I thought maybe someone with a sense of whimsy and I read further. But, when my brain caught up to my eyes the interest level diminished drastically. Or maybe it was number six: cigarettes.

My older brother called me yesterday. When mom warned that my number had been offered (actually, she asked if she could give it to him, I knew instinctively, she already had) my immediate thought was, "what do you say to someone you've barely spoken thirty words to in as many years?" Turns out, not that much. We spoke a bit about our younger brother and his impending release. But mostly we skipped around the maypole a few dozen times before wishing one another well. My anger and resentment toward him has long since dissipated and while we probably won't ever be friends or confidantes, we can and will be cordial, at least.

My younger brother is a whole other bag of beans and I don't even want to think about the day when he's back among us.

Have you ever had an injury to your elbow that resulted in swelling and scarring? Ouch!

The minimum goal of 10,000 steps was not achieved today, only got to 8,990. Yesterday, however nearly 13,000 and Sunday was light, but Saturday, nearly 15,000. The 15,000 though was due, in part, to my addle-daddle brain forgetting my wallet and having to make 2 trips to pick up my reserved RedBox dvds.

Momma Nature don't give a damn what the calendar says. She'll make it Spring when she's good a ready. Hi-ever, if anyone has any pull with her Highness, whisper in her ear. We need warmth. We need blooms. We need the color of life up 'round these parts.

Back to the meeting site: Recently I was sent a "match" and the first line of her profile read (I'm paraphrasing) I want a white feminine woman. In fact, she said it more than once. Since I'm clearly 1. not white and 2. well, not the F word--not in the way she likely meant. I decided to message her. It was fun.

Someone I see nearly every day (not my son or daughter) reads here and at first I found it . . . weird. But then, good. (It's possible others I see often read here, but they haven't mentioned and we are not simpatico) Still, I worried, "well, you read my thoughts, whatever would we have to talk about?" In the famous utterance of Kmae, "HA!" no worries, there's a'plenty. Said someone is very dear to me and she's having a rather rough go of it these days and I want her to know, I know. I care. If you want, if you need, call.


Monday, March 21, 2011

Another Week Twelve Days

Many evenings I sit with my fingers poised over the keyboard, mind full of words, thoughts, impressions . . . news to share, to spill. And many evenings I log off, shut everything down, frustrated by the inability to quiet my mind enough to put forth a coherent thought.

This evening isn't much different but I shall try, hard(er) for I don't know when this opportunity will arise again, being home alone and all is quiet. The animals all fed are now all sacked out; Diamond at my feet and Pete and Buttah in their respective favorite sack out places. But, my mind is racing, partly because my body is wanting to race to catch J. Beal's in her role as a high ranking cop in The Chicago Code . While I enjoy (understatement) watchig the lovely Jennifer I'm not a huge fan of the show. Still, I hope it survives the first season for two reasons: 1. well, Jennifer and 2. Michael may get a third chance to audition and isn't there something about the third time being charming? So, bring on season two.

Mention of the television show reminds me of the very early morning, "I should be up getting ready to walk" dream. . . Goren and Eames of L & O: Criminal Intent were featured prominently. While reconciling our (the business) bank accounts a discrepancy was discovered. The discrepancy (a $2.78 shortfall) involved a return made by Eames. Goren stuck his two cents in and the next thing I knew, a task force had been formed. Needless to say, I overslept and was unable to get out for my 2 mile, before work, walk. Those steps however, were made up over the course of the day. The goal: minimum10,000 a day. Today's total: 13,998.

Mom called, so I missed the Code. Perhaps I'll find time (energy and all that whizz) to catch it (and other misses) sometime over the next several (maybe 12 or so) days.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

No Words

. . . except, soon it shall be Friday and I do intend to act like it, dammit.

Friday, March 04, 2011

Sweet, Love

. . I feel no shame, I'm in love Not the romantic, "I want to spend the rest of my life basking in the glow of your beautiful smile and melting from the heat of your embrace" kind of love. But, the love of and for friends who share of themselves freely and fully. I'm in for that kind of love*, any day, every day; basking in the glow, melting from the heat.
A fanciful piece of whimsy came tumbling out of my mailbox yesterday evening, arriving on a day where the pick-me-up intended was sorely needed. It has been a, "make me wanna holla, throw up both my hands" week and the hits just keep on comin'. But, out of my mailbox tumbled a bit of whimsy delivering smiles, joy, warmth, and . . .

Hear me calling out your names,
Maxine and Elizabeth, I feel no shame, I'm in love.
Y'all rock! Hard.
*the other kind works for me too. :-)