As I was sitting here, working on a little contemplative something, I find I have to save and edit it because blogger and iPad don't seem to have a good relationship. I have always said, all I want tecnology to do is what it says it will do. Ok when I move my finger and the cursor reaches new countries and will not allow me to edit, or correct the spelling of the word above, my Mrs Hulk builds in me a little.
Careful, blogger, google, or whoever runs this operation. You are close to sending me back to pen and paper.
Nobody has time for this s.....stuff!
Saturday, January 03, 2015
Monday, August 12, 2013
Through the reflecting glass
I haven't been here for a while, but I thought I'd stop by and... reflect before life becomes it's crazy normal self and there isn't time to do so.
This summer reality seemed to come crashing into me and I had to realize what to do with it. It's like seeing the road before you at 70 miles an hour and also several branches or exits to take. Turning around isn't an option. It's all merely the question of, "where am I going to go from here."
I'm not old (and no I'm not going to divulge my age - vanity is still holding some) but I'm not young anymore either.
My son is 13 and almost 4 inches taller than me. The "little boy" that was, is no longer.
At the beach, I had the sufficating thought that I only have 5 more years ( if God gives me those) to be with my son as my "boy". He's going to want to be with his friends all the time and have adventures with them. He'll be wrapped up in school, boy scouts, work and recreation and all that entails. We'll have some time to watch movies, battle through homework, take trips, but not much. I felt the pressure of reflecting and asking of myself, "Did you value and take all the time with your son that you could earlier, because those opportunities are fleeting, and diminishing."
There are so many parts to this, it's hard to sum up here. I'm a single mother. No complaints mostly, as life is often too busy for that to be a huge deal. I manuvere through my work and give attention to my son. Sometimes I think someone else would just muddy that water. Sometimes, it might be nice to share life with one more. Do I want to have another child? Not sure, and not in a place to worry about it. I just don't want to loose any part of the one I have.
Then I worry - What am I offering him for a good male role model? How can I model a healthy relationship for him if I'm not in one?
And... what happens when kiddo leaves? Invest in plastic, the great "push and pull" and go full out cougar?? Yeah, I don't think so.
So, after many tears and friends to listen, I think I have a plan. A mentor of mine always said "Fail to plan, plan to fail"
#1 - Appreciate the NOW and the little things - Kiddo and I will bike ride as often as we can. Although that can equal many muscle pulls and inhaler puffs here, it's time together. We will suffer through each other's preferenences in movies, we'll read together ( as long as he can tolerate it, we'll stop at Einstein's once a month for a sit down bagel brunch. And, there's always Netflix.
#2 - Have adventures - I will take kiddo to NYC, even if only for 3 days. Half of his family is from there and he needs to see it. It's doesn't hurt that I really like it there. We'll hit some hot springs here and take some hikes, and hopefully hit Disney World in the next 2 years. If the bank will hold, I also hope to take him overseas. I've been annoying him with Deutsch for long enough.
#3 - Take pictures - I can't believe the young 'man' I see when I look at my son. Soon I'll be looking at a man, and then perhaps a father himself. I need to take pictures to remember what was.
#4 - Love what was - As I pack up the Thomas the Tank Engine toys, I tear a little, knowing this chapter is over. I remember Teletubbies and Dragon tales at the wee hours of the morning. I remember slides and swings at the park. I remember the first time C ever saw the ocean. I remember watching Thomas on Dvd as George Harrison and other Beatles were the voices of the trains. I remember taking him to see Thomas and explore the real trains in Golden. I can't get any of this back, but, I don't need to - I still have it in my memory and my heart. And...I'm keeping some of the Thomas stuff :-)
#5 - Say goodbye and Look forward - I think part of my suffication was wondering and worrying what is to come. What it coming is what is to come. Tomorrow is to come and all I can do is what I can do. We will experience 8th grade and my 11th year at my school. Then we'll experience summer and the beginning of high school. He'll get braces and take drivers ed. He'll live his life and I'll support him. I hope to get a master's degree sometime and maybe meet someone awesome. I hope to be someone awesome to meet. I hope to get a dog :-) and not care when it pees on my carpet.
I think the biggest thing I have learned, and need to keep reminding myself is the hardest part of all of this, is looking in the mirror and being ok with what you see. You can still make better or go farther, but appreciate all that has been and been done. Tomorrow may not come, and I have to be ok with that. But if it does, I can't miss it.
Make everyday count. Now I get it.
A neighboor once said, "Life is like a roll of toilet paper - it seems to go faster the closer you get to the end." An addition to that might be, "whether course or soft, be glad you have some". I guess the contrast might be that hopefully you don't flush life.
Mirrors don't lie..... damn it.
This summer reality seemed to come crashing into me and I had to realize what to do with it. It's like seeing the road before you at 70 miles an hour and also several branches or exits to take. Turning around isn't an option. It's all merely the question of, "where am I going to go from here."
I'm not old (and no I'm not going to divulge my age - vanity is still holding some) but I'm not young anymore either.
My son is 13 and almost 4 inches taller than me. The "little boy" that was, is no longer.
At the beach, I had the sufficating thought that I only have 5 more years ( if God gives me those) to be with my son as my "boy". He's going to want to be with his friends all the time and have adventures with them. He'll be wrapped up in school, boy scouts, work and recreation and all that entails. We'll have some time to watch movies, battle through homework, take trips, but not much. I felt the pressure of reflecting and asking of myself, "Did you value and take all the time with your son that you could earlier, because those opportunities are fleeting, and diminishing."
There are so many parts to this, it's hard to sum up here. I'm a single mother. No complaints mostly, as life is often too busy for that to be a huge deal. I manuvere through my work and give attention to my son. Sometimes I think someone else would just muddy that water. Sometimes, it might be nice to share life with one more. Do I want to have another child? Not sure, and not in a place to worry about it. I just don't want to loose any part of the one I have.
Then I worry - What am I offering him for a good male role model? How can I model a healthy relationship for him if I'm not in one?
And... what happens when kiddo leaves? Invest in plastic, the great "push and pull" and go full out cougar?? Yeah, I don't think so.
So, after many tears and friends to listen, I think I have a plan. A mentor of mine always said "Fail to plan, plan to fail"
#1 - Appreciate the NOW and the little things - Kiddo and I will bike ride as often as we can. Although that can equal many muscle pulls and inhaler puffs here, it's time together. We will suffer through each other's preferenences in movies, we'll read together ( as long as he can tolerate it, we'll stop at Einstein's once a month for a sit down bagel brunch. And, there's always Netflix.
#2 - Have adventures - I will take kiddo to NYC, even if only for 3 days. Half of his family is from there and he needs to see it. It's doesn't hurt that I really like it there. We'll hit some hot springs here and take some hikes, and hopefully hit Disney World in the next 2 years. If the bank will hold, I also hope to take him overseas. I've been annoying him with Deutsch for long enough.
#3 - Take pictures - I can't believe the young 'man' I see when I look at my son. Soon I'll be looking at a man, and then perhaps a father himself. I need to take pictures to remember what was.
#4 - Love what was - As I pack up the Thomas the Tank Engine toys, I tear a little, knowing this chapter is over. I remember Teletubbies and Dragon tales at the wee hours of the morning. I remember slides and swings at the park. I remember the first time C ever saw the ocean. I remember watching Thomas on Dvd as George Harrison and other Beatles were the voices of the trains. I remember taking him to see Thomas and explore the real trains in Golden. I can't get any of this back, but, I don't need to - I still have it in my memory and my heart. And...I'm keeping some of the Thomas stuff :-)
#5 - Say goodbye and Look forward - I think part of my suffication was wondering and worrying what is to come. What it coming is what is to come. Tomorrow is to come and all I can do is what I can do. We will experience 8th grade and my 11th year at my school. Then we'll experience summer and the beginning of high school. He'll get braces and take drivers ed. He'll live his life and I'll support him. I hope to get a master's degree sometime and maybe meet someone awesome. I hope to be someone awesome to meet. I hope to get a dog :-) and not care when it pees on my carpet.
I think the biggest thing I have learned, and need to keep reminding myself is the hardest part of all of this, is looking in the mirror and being ok with what you see. You can still make better or go farther, but appreciate all that has been and been done. Tomorrow may not come, and I have to be ok with that. But if it does, I can't miss it.
Make everyday count. Now I get it.
A neighboor once said, "Life is like a roll of toilet paper - it seems to go faster the closer you get to the end." An addition to that might be, "whether course or soft, be glad you have some". I guess the contrast might be that hopefully you don't flush life.
Mirrors don't lie..... damn it.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Anticipation
Europe. More accurately, UK, France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy, and Germany. I can't even attempt to express how I feel about this. Even thought I have taken this trip before, just being there makes me feel....scholarly, and perhaps a little more worldly, in the good way. I do wish I could live over there, even if just for a few months. I'd actually love for my son to attend school over there for a while. I think being anywhere other than north America just makes the world feel smaller and perhaps in a way more real. The last time I took this trip, I remember thinking
how old, or rather how historical Britain was as we drove through parts of London having prewar and post war architecture side by side. France was remarkably historical, since they sold out to the Nazis in order to remain untouched. I guess what became even more clear was how young the USA is.
I went to DC shortly thereafter and realized how much of France is there, in the buildings and even just the road design. I always thought that being on the Mall in DC was like a time portal, as that was the mall so many leaders looked upon and walked on prior. Europe just amplifies that feeling 20 fold. How can you not be inspired by justp being where such beautiful art, architecture, and the ghosts of great people are?
That being said, the yin to that Yang is the fact that I am not bi or in any way multi lingual. Here, that's neither here nor there. It's most annoying when you can't tell whether the manicurist or the Spanish restaurant folks are talking about you. There, it really makes me feel uneducated. Almost everyone speaks more than one language.
Even as I type this on this idiotic smart phone, I think one of the greatest attractions is to a life of simpler times. Maybe not nicer of more convenient, but simpler.
And I best stop here before this phone flies through the window.
how old, or rather how historical Britain was as we drove through parts of London having prewar and post war architecture side by side. France was remarkably historical, since they sold out to the Nazis in order to remain untouched. I guess what became even more clear was how young the USA is.
I went to DC shortly thereafter and realized how much of France is there, in the buildings and even just the road design. I always thought that being on the Mall in DC was like a time portal, as that was the mall so many leaders looked upon and walked on prior. Europe just amplifies that feeling 20 fold. How can you not be inspired by justp being where such beautiful art, architecture, and the ghosts of great people are?
That being said, the yin to that Yang is the fact that I am not bi or in any way multi lingual. Here, that's neither here nor there. It's most annoying when you can't tell whether the manicurist or the Spanish restaurant folks are talking about you. There, it really makes me feel uneducated. Almost everyone speaks more than one language.
Even as I type this on this idiotic smart phone, I think one of the greatest attractions is to a life of simpler times. Maybe not nicer of more convenient, but simpler.
And I best stop here before this phone flies through the window.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Is it right to write?
Ah the usual time lapse. Time to begin my summer ramblings.
I have reached that time of year where I again feel like I have a life that is mostly my own instead of being lent to me from work. This is the time where I reorganize the house, find the floor that I lost sometime after January, watch more movies than healthy, and sleep to my heart's content. In this organizational frenzy I collect bags and bags of things to be given away, things I had thought lost, and forgotten things.
When I lived on the east coast I was not working full time and I loved to send cards - birthday, anniversary, Mother's Day, Father's Day, funny greetings, brief hellos, etc. I found the box in which I would collect these cards so that I had them to send at a moment's notice - and purchase them when on sale. Be it known that now I cringe at the necessity to purchase a card. $4-$5 for something that will be acknowledge for usually no more than a week and then disposed. I'd rather give the recipient cash or take them for a drink than spend that much money on something so...... disposable. But, I do miss the hand written sentiment.
Do you remember in school when you might relish or fear the thoughts that were passed on notes in the classroom? How you'd love to see the "He likes you" or "Want to meet after school" or "I think you're cute" or fear the "you stink" or "you're mean" or "he doesn't like you". Did you get birthday cards from family in your childhood? I did. Now, we used to always, pettily look for the cash within it, but it was so nice to get the cards too. College - ah, that was the era of writing for me. When I transferred schools, I used to keep in touch via letters containing the news of the time - all the good gossip. We did what Facebook and email are used for today. We never wasted postage on the sentiments on Twitter though. Hehehe, can you imagine that? Getting a letter that says " At the store. Out of Red Bull". That idea cracks me up personally.
But, now that I get to sit and think for a minute, and I sit next to these 3 small rubbermaid containers of stationary and cards, I feel a pang of guilt. When did life get so busy that you can't sit to write someone a brief hello or a statement of missing their presence? When did life get so petty or expensive that the postage for said letter trumps the personalness of writing it? Or have we all become so self protected that emails and Facebook keep things at arms length since it is technology and not from our own hand and meant for the world - or cyberspace?
I love stationary. I love the colors. I love cards - mostly the funny ones, but also the sentimental ones from time to time. I miss them, yet I know come late August I will feel them a burden more than a blessing.
I can't wait to go to Europe!! I can, as when I return that means that half my summer will be over, but I can't as it makes me need to write. My cell phone doesn't work in Europe and, if I manage to get one to use over there, it will be unGodly expensive to use often, so postcards and letters are the best way to communicate. Now, many of the letters written in the last 5 days won't even get to the states before I do, but hopefully the postage stamp will make up for that. Ahhhh, can't wait !!
If you want a letter or postcard, just let me know.I'll send you one. I don't mind the to-do list there, as, how many times do you get mail from London, Paris, Switzerland, Austria or Germany??? If you do get mail from those locals often, well good for you. The most exotic place I get mail from is a little town in Western Maryland. Although you might consider that somewhat foreign, it doesn't count.
When did it become so wrong to write?????
I have reached that time of year where I again feel like I have a life that is mostly my own instead of being lent to me from work. This is the time where I reorganize the house, find the floor that I lost sometime after January, watch more movies than healthy, and sleep to my heart's content. In this organizational frenzy I collect bags and bags of things to be given away, things I had thought lost, and forgotten things.
When I lived on the east coast I was not working full time and I loved to send cards - birthday, anniversary, Mother's Day, Father's Day, funny greetings, brief hellos, etc. I found the box in which I would collect these cards so that I had them to send at a moment's notice - and purchase them when on sale. Be it known that now I cringe at the necessity to purchase a card. $4-$5 for something that will be acknowledge for usually no more than a week and then disposed. I'd rather give the recipient cash or take them for a drink than spend that much money on something so...... disposable. But, I do miss the hand written sentiment.
Do you remember in school when you might relish or fear the thoughts that were passed on notes in the classroom? How you'd love to see the "He likes you" or "Want to meet after school" or "I think you're cute" or fear the "you stink" or "you're mean" or "he doesn't like you". Did you get birthday cards from family in your childhood? I did. Now, we used to always, pettily look for the cash within it, but it was so nice to get the cards too. College - ah, that was the era of writing for me. When I transferred schools, I used to keep in touch via letters containing the news of the time - all the good gossip. We did what Facebook and email are used for today. We never wasted postage on the sentiments on Twitter though. Hehehe, can you imagine that? Getting a letter that says " At the store. Out of Red Bull". That idea cracks me up personally.
But, now that I get to sit and think for a minute, and I sit next to these 3 small rubbermaid containers of stationary and cards, I feel a pang of guilt. When did life get so busy that you can't sit to write someone a brief hello or a statement of missing their presence? When did life get so petty or expensive that the postage for said letter trumps the personalness of writing it? Or have we all become so self protected that emails and Facebook keep things at arms length since it is technology and not from our own hand and meant for the world - or cyberspace?
I love stationary. I love the colors. I love cards - mostly the funny ones, but also the sentimental ones from time to time. I miss them, yet I know come late August I will feel them a burden more than a blessing.
I can't wait to go to Europe!! I can, as when I return that means that half my summer will be over, but I can't as it makes me need to write. My cell phone doesn't work in Europe and, if I manage to get one to use over there, it will be unGodly expensive to use often, so postcards and letters are the best way to communicate. Now, many of the letters written in the last 5 days won't even get to the states before I do, but hopefully the postage stamp will make up for that. Ahhhh, can't wait !!
If you want a letter or postcard, just let me know.I'll send you one. I don't mind the to-do list there, as, how many times do you get mail from London, Paris, Switzerland, Austria or Germany??? If you do get mail from those locals often, well good for you. The most exotic place I get mail from is a little town in Western Maryland. Although you might consider that somewhat foreign, it doesn't count.
When did it become so wrong to write?????
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Is it a bad thing
Is it a bad thing that one can take such great pleasure in getting a high scrabble score or beating a computer at cribbage? So maybe these things aren't life defining, but I do feel they have some impact on the general mood of the day. I should be worried, shouldn't I ?
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Dangerous discovery
By George, I think I figured it out.......adding posts via phone. I swear this phone may be the end of me. Thankfully its harder to write via phone, so I won't be staying up all hours writing the crap in my head. But I will day this, since I haven't been posting,once again my head, heart, stomach, are filled with so many things to say its overwhelming. Like that feeling when you're overloaded with home or house work and you simply don't know where to begin. Meh, I guess I'll try to either read and/ or sleep it off tonight. I'll just be content with my discovery. Yea me! ;-)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Peek a boo
Ok, it's been a while, but I have to share this....
Have you ever searched yourself on the internet? Your friends? Oh my goodness !!!! It is a little creepy.
First off, I never knew so much could be posted about a person. From Facebook links to comments or tags, to unknown of sites which provide your address and other information they say they can sell for a nominal fee, to a bunch of other random sites and things that pop up. And then there is all the inaccurate information, which honestly, makes me feel much better than seeing all the accurate stuff. Does anyone know how to manipulate the personal information that's out there???? Because I'm thinking I'd like in on that knowledge.
Ew. I feel like I need to take a shower..... but is there a camera there too??? Double ew.
This whole internet thing just got a whole lot creepier.
Have you ever searched yourself on the internet? Your friends? Oh my goodness !!!! It is a little creepy.
First off, I never knew so much could be posted about a person. From Facebook links to comments or tags, to unknown of sites which provide your address and other information they say they can sell for a nominal fee, to a bunch of other random sites and things that pop up. And then there is all the inaccurate information, which honestly, makes me feel much better than seeing all the accurate stuff. Does anyone know how to manipulate the personal information that's out there???? Because I'm thinking I'd like in on that knowledge.
Ew. I feel like I need to take a shower..... but is there a camera there too??? Double ew.
This whole internet thing just got a whole lot creepier.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Dreams
I don't believe a great deal in dream psycology. I just know when I have dreams, when I don't think I do and when I remember them. I tend to have the most vivid ones just when I am about to wake, which makes waking up even more unpleasant. Last night I had the most peculiar one. But it's funny, even as I try to recall it pieces go missing. Bizarre. So the recount won't exactly make sense or flow... maybe at all. Sorry 'bout that.
I'll spare too many details as they wouldn't make sence but, the crux of it was I was with a friend on the mid floor of a very fancy home while her husband, another male friend, and a female of unknown origin were in the basement. There was a pool outside the middle floor and I asked if I could swim laps. After swimming, I came out of the pool and my friend was very distraught about she and her husband's marrage. We talked for a while ( but this alone was weird because to my eye there is nothing wrong with the relationship in real life) and then somehow it came to my knowledge that my other friend and this female got together in some fashion - I guess. Even I can't remember the particulars there of how I would have assumed or found that infomation out as in the dream I never went downstairs - and I dreamed it. Anyway, in the dream I began to sob/ball/ become hysterical. And I mean hysterical. That uncontrollable crying when you can't breathe and you almost make yourself sick cry. I swear I felt the outcome of this one. Besides, when I did wake up, I was slightly short of breath. How disturbing !!!!
This sort of dream is a rarity for me, but all the same, slightly unerving. I'm sure you all have had deja vu right? I don't get it that often, but often it seems to refer back to something from one of these discouncerting dreams. It never flashes the ones where I actually like the outcome.
Again, I don't put great stock in this but all the same, ughh. There must be a disturbance in the force ;-)
Now, if life could put me in the situations of some dreams earlier in the week, I'd take it. Obviously Mr. Sandman and I are not on good terms.
I'll spare too many details as they wouldn't make sence but, the crux of it was I was with a friend on the mid floor of a very fancy home while her husband, another male friend, and a female of unknown origin were in the basement. There was a pool outside the middle floor and I asked if I could swim laps. After swimming, I came out of the pool and my friend was very distraught about she and her husband's marrage. We talked for a while ( but this alone was weird because to my eye there is nothing wrong with the relationship in real life) and then somehow it came to my knowledge that my other friend and this female got together in some fashion - I guess. Even I can't remember the particulars there of how I would have assumed or found that infomation out as in the dream I never went downstairs - and I dreamed it. Anyway, in the dream I began to sob/ball/ become hysterical. And I mean hysterical. That uncontrollable crying when you can't breathe and you almost make yourself sick cry. I swear I felt the outcome of this one. Besides, when I did wake up, I was slightly short of breath. How disturbing !!!!
This sort of dream is a rarity for me, but all the same, slightly unerving. I'm sure you all have had deja vu right? I don't get it that often, but often it seems to refer back to something from one of these discouncerting dreams. It never flashes the ones where I actually like the outcome.
Again, I don't put great stock in this but all the same, ughh. There must be a disturbance in the force ;-)
Now, if life could put me in the situations of some dreams earlier in the week, I'd take it. Obviously Mr. Sandman and I are not on good terms.
Colorado .... really?
Today was my trip to Gunnison and I was very much much looking forward to it, untill this freak little snow storm blew in and Monarch Pass has become more treacherous to pass and we have a snow day. Awesome. :-( The snow day is a perk, but very poorly timed I must say. With any luck, I try to make the trip tomorrow.
What a pisser.
But, humor from the honor band front. A new band joke from one of the conductors of the last honor band. You must read this in a British accent as the conductor who told it was British himself, " What do a conductor and a condom have in common?" " It's more fun without but safer with one". Hehehehe.
What a pisser.
But, humor from the honor band front. A new band joke from one of the conductors of the last honor band. You must read this in a British accent as the conductor who told it was British himself, " What do a conductor and a condom have in common?" " It's more fun without but safer with one". Hehehehe.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Honor bands commence
And now begins honor band season. This is the time I travel Thursday - Saturday with kids to various honor bands and see great conductors work to create great things with high school musicians.
This weekend, the wild, wonderful world of..... Pueblo "-( Ok, the location isn't stellar, but the kids and the groups will be great.) AND Timothy Reynish from the UK is coming to conduct one of the groups. I have few fetishes in my crazy existence, but a British accent is one of them. I told the kids, "Even if you're getting yelled at it's ok, because it will be in a British accent!!!" So very excited to meet the man and more so to speak with him ;-) !!!
Other than that, 2.5 days filled with teenagers, fellow band directors and music. Eh, 2 out of 3 ain't bad ;-). Just kidding. Looking forward to an inspiring ( and partially perspiring) weekend.
Next weekend is Gunnison. Haven't been there yet, so..... excited for a new CO location.
I feel like there is so much to say but too little time to share it/type it/ spell it. Ever get that??? Eh, if it sticks, I'll post it later, I guess.
Most days "Living the dream".... some days just "surviving/ enduring the nightmare" ;-)
This weekend, the wild, wonderful world of..... Pueblo "-( Ok, the location isn't stellar, but the kids and the groups will be great.) AND Timothy Reynish from the UK is coming to conduct one of the groups. I have few fetishes in my crazy existence, but a British accent is one of them. I told the kids, "Even if you're getting yelled at it's ok, because it will be in a British accent!!!" So very excited to meet the man and more so to speak with him ;-) !!!
Other than that, 2.5 days filled with teenagers, fellow band directors and music. Eh, 2 out of 3 ain't bad ;-). Just kidding. Looking forward to an inspiring ( and partially perspiring) weekend.
Next weekend is Gunnison. Haven't been there yet, so..... excited for a new CO location.
I feel like there is so much to say but too little time to share it/type it/ spell it. Ever get that??? Eh, if it sticks, I'll post it later, I guess.
Most days "Living the dream".... some days just "surviving/ enduring the nightmare" ;-)
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
That time of year
Ironically enough, I have nothing to say about Valentine's Day ;-) It's a good day. Probably better for those sharing it with other folks, but, meh, I have family and friends to share love with, so.... all good. :-)
A small funny that I shared with some folks earlier - I was joking with some of my high schoolers about it being "Singles awareness day" and the one said, " You know the acronym for that is SAD right?" I just laughed. Didn't want to ask which was worse celebrating "SAD" or "VD". Hmmmm.... ;-)
But all I have to say is that it's that time of season where there's no time.... for much of anything other than work. That's it.
So, "Goodnight Moon".
A small funny that I shared with some folks earlier - I was joking with some of my high schoolers about it being "Singles awareness day" and the one said, " You know the acronym for that is SAD right?" I just laughed. Didn't want to ask which was worse celebrating "SAD" or "VD". Hmmmm.... ;-)
But all I have to say is that it's that time of season where there's no time.... for much of anything other than work. That's it.
So, "Goodnight Moon".
Thursday, February 09, 2012
I needed that
Tonight was a great night. GREAT night. First of all my wind ensemble played really well. REALLY well. Secondly, we did this joint concert with a local brass band and they were INCREDIBLE !!! They sounded amazing and inspired my kids. They didn't even know the instruments could do some of those things. And, they are super nice people - one of my high schoolers told me so. ;-)
I got to lead the groups for the closing number and it was ( as another band student calls it) bandgasmic. ;-)
But then, they ( the brass band/ their director) invited me to go out and join them after the concert. I'm not super great at social events after school nights, but, as the high schooler said, "they are super nice people." I got to have a few beers and meet a kick ass trombone player ( kick ASS) who played in the Navy Band of DC - the band where my ex-husband played when I met him. So we had a small connection there. And I met the AFA band's former commanding officer - who my ex played under while we were married here. ( as you can see, we travel in rather small or let's say concentric circles - sometimes my married name can be a real asset in this business - he gave me that and my son, can't complain about that). It was so great to meet some new musicians and feel like I have known them all my life. A few weren't too bad on the eyes, which isn't a bad thing either. But all were very genuine people and a blessing to have met.
There are days I wonder about the whole music thing. Today was validation. Musicians have suffered since their inception, so there's no surprises there, and yet the music lives on and connects us all. I love the new acquaintances I met tonight - the people I met because of the common thread of music.
I needed that. That and the beer ;-)
Now, I need sleep and to be able to awake at 6am. Damn you Sam Adams !!!!
I got to lead the groups for the closing number and it was ( as another band student calls it) bandgasmic. ;-)
But then, they ( the brass band/ their director) invited me to go out and join them after the concert. I'm not super great at social events after school nights, but, as the high schooler said, "they are super nice people." I got to have a few beers and meet a kick ass trombone player ( kick ASS) who played in the Navy Band of DC - the band where my ex-husband played when I met him. So we had a small connection there. And I met the AFA band's former commanding officer - who my ex played under while we were married here. ( as you can see, we travel in rather small or let's say concentric circles - sometimes my married name can be a real asset in this business - he gave me that and my son, can't complain about that). It was so great to meet some new musicians and feel like I have known them all my life. A few weren't too bad on the eyes, which isn't a bad thing either. But all were very genuine people and a blessing to have met.
There are days I wonder about the whole music thing. Today was validation. Musicians have suffered since their inception, so there's no surprises there, and yet the music lives on and connects us all. I love the new acquaintances I met tonight - the people I met because of the common thread of music.
I needed that. That and the beer ;-)
Now, I need sleep and to be able to awake at 6am. Damn you Sam Adams !!!!
Saturday, February 04, 2012
What's your role?
In talking to a friend yesterday this came up. We were actually talking about teaching though ( imagine that) but I got to thinking that the question is relatively profound. What is your role? And can you accept that role, or the definition of that role changing.
As teachers at our school, we can sometimes be asked to cap a student - at a ceremony, place the graduation cap upon the students head as someone reads what you or another faculty member wrote about why that student is special or how we will remember them. Students pick their capper based upon who they feel had a significant impact on their journey to graduation. It's quite an honor really.
Well, my friend used to be asked by no less than 4 students, often more. Last year, I don't think she was asked at all, and she said she had a hard time with that. She was used to being regarded as a mentor to many of her students and took offense when not asked. She then said as she thought about it, she became more accepting of it, even though she may not like it. She said she reached this decision by accepting that her role has changed.
As teachers, the most simple mind would say that the teacher's job is to convey information relevant to their subject area. Ha !!! I wish that was all a teacher had to do. No.... that's not true. I just wish folks realized and recognized all a teacher must do. Impart information, guidance counsel, test monitor, creatively manage limited budget or resources, organize staff, act as parent and school liaison, observe and report mental health of students, and more I can't quantify now. In fact, of all teacher duties, I don't spend as much time teaching as I do on the other stuff - and that's true for most of us. Anyone can teach a subject. Very few can successfully teach kids.
But then, you feel yourself get caught in the throws of your role - what if someone doesn't ask you for your input at this meeting? What is someone doesn't involve you in the next big decision about the school, what if the students aren't wanting to take your class because it's too hard or "uncool", what if you have students taking your class simply because it is "cool" and don't care about the content of the class, what if great numbers of students don't regard you as the mentor you felt they did 2,5,10 years ago? Are you failing? Are you becoming ineffective? What do you do?
Well, she decided to find peace in the refocusing on the "why" you do what you are doing instead of the "how" your role is defined. Choices people make are theirs and theirs alone. Although you can influence them, you can't always assure how you are influencing them, as perspective and reception is as unique and individual as people themselves. By going back to the "why", you surrender the responsibilities or burden of the definition of your role and define your role by it's purpose instead. Celebrated success and reputation become ancillary instead of primary.
Like I said, pretty deep stuff.
We are in the registration window at school and this is the most depressing time of year for performing arts. We wait and see who sticks and who quits. That's really the crux of it. When we recruit beginners, that is the most exciting time because these are all new recruits in the pipeline. When older kids register, we watch the potential exodus. This is, in part, what prompted this discussion.
But, I think this can be applied in any profession or especially parenting. The role of the parent of an infant is very different than that of the teenager, which again changes when one is the parent of an adult. Although the title of parent never changes, the actual role or definition of the role does.
What about spouse? Or friend? Or a way 'out there' concept, individual purpose? I sometimes wonder what constitutes a mid life crisis and, in turn wonder if it isn't essentially a person's loss of ability to define or accept their role or purpose at a stage in life or the inability to accept that the role has changed from what it once was. Not sure.
I wonder how I will handle my son going to college - if he chooses to do so. I wonder what I will do, since life to this point has, in part, been directed by acting in a manner that is best for him. When he's on his own, I will have to re-strategize how I make some decisions and that's ok. Sometimes, I wish to be the mother of an infant again and I know again, decisions will have to be made on how to do that well. Other times, I resolve myself that the season for that has passed and it is time to plan for the next one. I wonder if I can successfully fit the role of girlfriend or wife. Sometimes, I wonder if I really want to make those compromises and sacrifices and other times, it's without a doubt that I'd like to and I'll fight to figure it out as I go. And, sometimes I wonder how hard one should work to be called into a role they think they want to have. Sometimes, I think we call people who do that - desperate.
But, to accept the roles as they come, I think in layman's terms, this concept is expressed as "roll with the punches".
But, spiritually sometimes people wonder what their purpose in life is. I think evaluating what one's role/ roles are, being content with them, and asking if we staying true to the "why" we are doing them IS necessary for contentment. Or, in that search, to discover that we are simply trying to make all fit into the marketed definitions of the "what's and how's" of our role's accepted definitions and not fighting for the virtue of them instead.
Former student Ben Johnson I am convinced was a genius. His graduation speech premise was "What are you doing?" I like to add the addendum, "WHY are you doing it?"
As teachers at our school, we can sometimes be asked to cap a student - at a ceremony, place the graduation cap upon the students head as someone reads what you or another faculty member wrote about why that student is special or how we will remember them. Students pick their capper based upon who they feel had a significant impact on their journey to graduation. It's quite an honor really.
Well, my friend used to be asked by no less than 4 students, often more. Last year, I don't think she was asked at all, and she said she had a hard time with that. She was used to being regarded as a mentor to many of her students and took offense when not asked. She then said as she thought about it, she became more accepting of it, even though she may not like it. She said she reached this decision by accepting that her role has changed.
As teachers, the most simple mind would say that the teacher's job is to convey information relevant to their subject area. Ha !!! I wish that was all a teacher had to do. No.... that's not true. I just wish folks realized and recognized all a teacher must do. Impart information, guidance counsel, test monitor, creatively manage limited budget or resources, organize staff, act as parent and school liaison, observe and report mental health of students, and more I can't quantify now. In fact, of all teacher duties, I don't spend as much time teaching as I do on the other stuff - and that's true for most of us. Anyone can teach a subject. Very few can successfully teach kids.
But then, you feel yourself get caught in the throws of your role - what if someone doesn't ask you for your input at this meeting? What is someone doesn't involve you in the next big decision about the school, what if the students aren't wanting to take your class because it's too hard or "uncool", what if you have students taking your class simply because it is "cool" and don't care about the content of the class, what if great numbers of students don't regard you as the mentor you felt they did 2,5,10 years ago? Are you failing? Are you becoming ineffective? What do you do?
Well, she decided to find peace in the refocusing on the "why" you do what you are doing instead of the "how" your role is defined. Choices people make are theirs and theirs alone. Although you can influence them, you can't always assure how you are influencing them, as perspective and reception is as unique and individual as people themselves. By going back to the "why", you surrender the responsibilities or burden of the definition of your role and define your role by it's purpose instead. Celebrated success and reputation become ancillary instead of primary.
Like I said, pretty deep stuff.
We are in the registration window at school and this is the most depressing time of year for performing arts. We wait and see who sticks and who quits. That's really the crux of it. When we recruit beginners, that is the most exciting time because these are all new recruits in the pipeline. When older kids register, we watch the potential exodus. This is, in part, what prompted this discussion.
But, I think this can be applied in any profession or especially parenting. The role of the parent of an infant is very different than that of the teenager, which again changes when one is the parent of an adult. Although the title of parent never changes, the actual role or definition of the role does.
What about spouse? Or friend? Or a way 'out there' concept, individual purpose? I sometimes wonder what constitutes a mid life crisis and, in turn wonder if it isn't essentially a person's loss of ability to define or accept their role or purpose at a stage in life or the inability to accept that the role has changed from what it once was. Not sure.
I wonder how I will handle my son going to college - if he chooses to do so. I wonder what I will do, since life to this point has, in part, been directed by acting in a manner that is best for him. When he's on his own, I will have to re-strategize how I make some decisions and that's ok. Sometimes, I wish to be the mother of an infant again and I know again, decisions will have to be made on how to do that well. Other times, I resolve myself that the season for that has passed and it is time to plan for the next one. I wonder if I can successfully fit the role of girlfriend or wife. Sometimes, I wonder if I really want to make those compromises and sacrifices and other times, it's without a doubt that I'd like to and I'll fight to figure it out as I go. And, sometimes I wonder how hard one should work to be called into a role they think they want to have. Sometimes, I think we call people who do that - desperate.
But, to accept the roles as they come, I think in layman's terms, this concept is expressed as "roll with the punches".
But, spiritually sometimes people wonder what their purpose in life is. I think evaluating what one's role/ roles are, being content with them, and asking if we staying true to the "why" we are doing them IS necessary for contentment. Or, in that search, to discover that we are simply trying to make all fit into the marketed definitions of the "what's and how's" of our role's accepted definitions and not fighting for the virtue of them instead.
Former student Ben Johnson I am convinced was a genius. His graduation speech premise was "What are you doing?" I like to add the addendum, "WHY are you doing it?"
Friday, February 03, 2012
Thank you magic internet
Well, I wished for snow and I got it. I wished for a snow day and I received that too.
Now, magic internet, how about a million dollars???? ;-)
Now, magic internet, how about a million dollars???? ;-)
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Last thought on the day
Totally unrelated...
This is February first and here's what I think today,
Goodbye's aren't necessary until someone passes away. I'll stick with "see you later" 's.
And....... there's no reason to bolt a door on your own that you wish to stay open or at least unlocked. If it closes itself, fine. It the wind blows it shut, fine. And if someone else closes it, that's fine too.
Besides, just because that one door is unlocked, doesn't mean you have to limit yourself to travel only through that one door. You don't have to avoid it, but, you don't have to only travel that way either. Find and explore the other doors to travel through until you want to, and choose to go through "that" door or until someone beckons you from the other side. It's easier to see them when the door is open anyway, and far easier to let them in than when it's bolted shut. Who knows? You may meet someone who you've been hoping to see, or someone as a total surprise. But, I believe an open door is far more welcoming and less inhibiting than a shut, locked one. Besides, who wants to be locked up in their own house anyway???
Obscure enough???
Good.
It wasn't written for you anyway. No offense ;-)
This is February first and here's what I think today,
Goodbye's aren't necessary until someone passes away. I'll stick with "see you later" 's.
And....... there's no reason to bolt a door on your own that you wish to stay open or at least unlocked. If it closes itself, fine. It the wind blows it shut, fine. And if someone else closes it, that's fine too.
Besides, just because that one door is unlocked, doesn't mean you have to limit yourself to travel only through that one door. You don't have to avoid it, but, you don't have to only travel that way either. Find and explore the other doors to travel through until you want to, and choose to go through "that" door or until someone beckons you from the other side. It's easier to see them when the door is open anyway, and far easier to let them in than when it's bolted shut. Who knows? You may meet someone who you've been hoping to see, or someone as a total surprise. But, I believe an open door is far more welcoming and less inhibiting than a shut, locked one. Besides, who wants to be locked up in their own house anyway???
Obscure enough???
Good.
It wasn't written for you anyway. No offense ;-)
Read this.... what do you think??
Ah, so much to say here, but bedtime for bonzo.
But read this article. What do you think???
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/18/magazine/what-if-the-secret-to-success-is-failure.html?pagewanted=all
But read this article. What do you think???
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/18/magazine/what-if-the-secret-to-success-is-failure.html?pagewanted=all
Monday, January 30, 2012
Where's the snow???!!!
No time to think today, but there is always time to whine :-)
It has been warm for the last 2+ weeks here. And today, it's January 30th and 65 degrees in Colorado. COLORADO !!!!! Uh, this is not cool... Literally.
Now, I know the weather can be volatile here, but this is simply ridiculous. My son is wearing shorts, and I can't blame him.
So, here's my public request. I want snow !!! Either for the acknowledgment that it IS winter and to put my seasonal clock back into functionality, or that I do live in Colorado and not Alabama or Florida, and for the love of all that is holy, to be offered a freakin' snow day. But, WE NEED SNOW for a SNOW DAY !!!!
Uncool.
I may need to take a weekend trip into the mountains, just to remember where I live.
Now, when it's snowing in April, that too will be uncool.
Growl...........
It has been warm for the last 2+ weeks here. And today, it's January 30th and 65 degrees in Colorado. COLORADO !!!!! Uh, this is not cool... Literally.
Now, I know the weather can be volatile here, but this is simply ridiculous. My son is wearing shorts, and I can't blame him.
So, here's my public request. I want snow !!! Either for the acknowledgment that it IS winter and to put my seasonal clock back into functionality, or that I do live in Colorado and not Alabama or Florida, and for the love of all that is holy, to be offered a freakin' snow day. But, WE NEED SNOW for a SNOW DAY !!!!
Uncool.
I may need to take a weekend trip into the mountains, just to remember where I live.
Now, when it's snowing in April, that too will be uncool.
Growl...........
Saturday, January 28, 2012
'Bout time
Well, it's January 28th and I am finally getting to taking down Christmas decorations. 2 hours in and so far, so good. It's amazing how empty the place looks without the stuff but it's a relief to begin putting it all away. It's sad that decorating for the holidays can feel like such a pain and that putting everything away does too. Good thing I like the holidays or this would SO not be worth it. ;-)
But, no worries, the tree is still up. I LOVE Christmas trees and ornaments. I purchased a few when I was in Europe last time and you can bet I'll pick up a few more on this year's trip. The Swiss and Germans know how to make ornaments !!!! Someday, I want to spend the holidays over there... preferably not homeless or in a hostil but, beggars can't be choosy :-)
Well, I hope to at least get the ornaments off tonight and tomorrow morning and begin to wrap and store them immediately as evenings and weekends are booked, oh.... through the rest of month. Worst case, the ornaments will get put away and the tree will remain standing. Then, I'll hang hearts on the tree and call it a Valentine's tree. If that works, I'll just put some bunnies and eggs on strings too, in case April comes too fast. Shoot, then I'll just keep the tree up and put suns up for summer and leaves up for fall, pumpkins and ghosts for Halloween, Turkeys for Thanksgiving until next Christmas comes around. Hmmmm..... Brain child???
Here's hoping it doesn't get that bad.
Can you pay people to take down your trees???????
But, no worries, the tree is still up. I LOVE Christmas trees and ornaments. I purchased a few when I was in Europe last time and you can bet I'll pick up a few more on this year's trip. The Swiss and Germans know how to make ornaments !!!! Someday, I want to spend the holidays over there... preferably not homeless or in a hostil but, beggars can't be choosy :-)
Well, I hope to at least get the ornaments off tonight and tomorrow morning and begin to wrap and store them immediately as evenings and weekends are booked, oh.... through the rest of month. Worst case, the ornaments will get put away and the tree will remain standing. Then, I'll hang hearts on the tree and call it a Valentine's tree. If that works, I'll just put some bunnies and eggs on strings too, in case April comes too fast. Shoot, then I'll just keep the tree up and put suns up for summer and leaves up for fall, pumpkins and ghosts for Halloween, Turkeys for Thanksgiving until next Christmas comes around. Hmmmm..... Brain child???
Here's hoping it doesn't get that bad.
Can you pay people to take down your trees???????
Thursday, January 26, 2012
life needs a soundtrack....and an editor
Just a random entry today, as I break from one thing as I head into another. I do use this little blog thing to reflect. I'd use a non digital journal as I do like them, but sadly, I know I'd lose it. And there is something a little more personal ( good thing) and time consuming (bad thing) in the written word versus the typed one - in my opinion anyway.
But, as I read through my entries of late, I heard what I said. Whether I agree with myself varies day to day, but there are no "way out there" thoughts, just thoughts accurate to where I was the day I wrote it.
I find myself wanting a soundtrack. Do you ever do that? Find yourself somewhere and then think about a piece of music? At the top of Pikes Peak, on a hike, looking out from the balcony. This is why I love driving with the radio on. From Eminem, to Beethoven, to Lady Gaga and Rihanna to Nine inch Nails, it just lets you feel, whatever it is you are feeling a little more potently. Or maybe it just lets you share it. For whatever reason, it's cool ;-) I want some musical soundtracks to these entries or at least I think I do. I have read blogs with sound clips and they are impossible to read over the blaring, distorted sound track. So, I guess I'll provide my own mental soundtracks and make you all suffer without any. This gives you the freedom to choose your own.
But really, I wish I had an editor. Oh how it irritates me that I have misspelled a word or used the wrong 'there' or 'they're' or 'their'. I am college graduate darn it. And I still can't seem to spell and use proper syntax. Ughhh !!!!!
But I always argue that content is more valuable than context. All the same...... darn it !!!! ;-)
Back to work..........
( note - this work was revised 3 hours after writing it. Ugh !!!! But, perfection isn't a destination, but a journey...... right??? )
But, as I read through my entries of late, I heard what I said. Whether I agree with myself varies day to day, but there are no "way out there" thoughts, just thoughts accurate to where I was the day I wrote it.
I find myself wanting a soundtrack. Do you ever do that? Find yourself somewhere and then think about a piece of music? At the top of Pikes Peak, on a hike, looking out from the balcony. This is why I love driving with the radio on. From Eminem, to Beethoven, to Lady Gaga and Rihanna to Nine inch Nails, it just lets you feel, whatever it is you are feeling a little more potently. Or maybe it just lets you share it. For whatever reason, it's cool ;-) I want some musical soundtracks to these entries or at least I think I do. I have read blogs with sound clips and they are impossible to read over the blaring, distorted sound track. So, I guess I'll provide my own mental soundtracks and make you all suffer without any. This gives you the freedom to choose your own.
But really, I wish I had an editor. Oh how it irritates me that I have misspelled a word or used the wrong 'there' or 'they're' or 'their'. I am college graduate darn it. And I still can't seem to spell and use proper syntax. Ughhh !!!!!
But I always argue that content is more valuable than context. All the same...... darn it !!!! ;-)
Back to work..........
( note - this work was revised 3 hours after writing it. Ugh !!!! But, perfection isn't a destination, but a journey...... right??? )
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Home Depot - labyrinth of home stuff
It's amazing what a night's sleep can do for you. Fatigue does bad things to your brain ;-)
Let me share a sorta funny story - that happens almost everytime I go into Home Depot.
I'll begin by saying I love Home Depot and Lowe's. Sometimes it just makes me want to design and accessorize a house. I love all the doors, door handles, windows, carpets, refrigerators, stoves, fixtures, sinks, cabinets, etc. BUT, when you go in looking for a security peep hole for the front door and something to stick a ceramic tile to wood, a little different story. The only thing worse is looking for a single type of nut or screw. ( ok, if you're gonna take it there fine, but I'm not. I'll just chuckle instead)
I start by going to the info desk, asking about the peep hole, I get sent to doors. After about 7-10 minutes searching this HUGE area with wood doors, glass doors, sliding doors, etc. I see nothing...small. So, I ask someone else and they say "aisle 10". Uh, ok, but the aisle numbers aren't in the rear of the store where I was, so I wander....wander...wander, until I get a brain and head towards the front where the signs are. I find the aisle, and I see keys, smoke and C02 detectors and other things, but can't find the peep holes. Thankfully there was an associate working at the key place, which is in the same aisle ( now is the time to share, the handy, knowledgeable older - or younger - handy man is SUCH a comfort. There's something to be said for the "Little House on the Prairie - Michael Landon character" kinda guy. So if you don't have a man at home, borrow one from Home Depot ;-) )
I asked him where to find the peep holes and he points to this obscure point in the aisle where there are 4 varieties of peep hole. FOUR !!! In that gigunda aisle!!! I'm so glad he showed them to me and also helped me be sure that the one I selected would fit and would be appropriate. Then I asked him what I should use to adhere the ceramic tile ( these are my son's artwork from class) to the wooden frame they came with. He said silicone. Ok. Easy enough.....
NOT !!! Off to the caulking aisle. Who knew there are around 50 types of caulk and silicone? And.. is caulk silicone? I ran with no, but... ( shoulder shrug). So this attractive guy comes up and asks if I need help. Uh, yeah. I must have looked like an illeterate person looking at an aisle of library books. So I told him what I was looking for and he guesses silicone for bathroom. Good guess. We read the backs of the tubes and it looks good. So I start to head away and he goes, "Do you need a gun?" Not unless you steal from me or "things aren't that bad" I thought. But then I realized I did need a gun... a caulking gun. Sheesh !!! I should have spent a little more time with dad. He smiled at my stall. Then he found one that would work, but was cheap (I like him already) and I completed my run.
So I went in to the store thinking it would take 12-15 minutes. Yeah, right. 40 minutes later I had gotten the 2 things I had planned to get and the one thing I didn't think/remember that I did need.
And hence goes almost every trip to Home Depot.
I need to never plan a 2 hour shopping trip there, or I may not emerge for days !!!!! But, it's is still a very, VERY cool place !!!!! ;-)
Let me share a sorta funny story - that happens almost everytime I go into Home Depot.
I'll begin by saying I love Home Depot and Lowe's. Sometimes it just makes me want to design and accessorize a house. I love all the doors, door handles, windows, carpets, refrigerators, stoves, fixtures, sinks, cabinets, etc. BUT, when you go in looking for a security peep hole for the front door and something to stick a ceramic tile to wood, a little different story. The only thing worse is looking for a single type of nut or screw. ( ok, if you're gonna take it there fine, but I'm not. I'll just chuckle instead)
I start by going to the info desk, asking about the peep hole, I get sent to doors. After about 7-10 minutes searching this HUGE area with wood doors, glass doors, sliding doors, etc. I see nothing...small. So, I ask someone else and they say "aisle 10". Uh, ok, but the aisle numbers aren't in the rear of the store where I was, so I wander....wander...wander, until I get a brain and head towards the front where the signs are. I find the aisle, and I see keys, smoke and C02 detectors and other things, but can't find the peep holes. Thankfully there was an associate working at the key place, which is in the same aisle ( now is the time to share, the handy, knowledgeable older - or younger - handy man is SUCH a comfort. There's something to be said for the "Little House on the Prairie - Michael Landon character" kinda guy. So if you don't have a man at home, borrow one from Home Depot ;-) )
I asked him where to find the peep holes and he points to this obscure point in the aisle where there are 4 varieties of peep hole. FOUR !!! In that gigunda aisle!!! I'm so glad he showed them to me and also helped me be sure that the one I selected would fit and would be appropriate. Then I asked him what I should use to adhere the ceramic tile ( these are my son's artwork from class) to the wooden frame they came with. He said silicone. Ok. Easy enough.....
NOT !!! Off to the caulking aisle. Who knew there are around 50 types of caulk and silicone? And.. is caulk silicone? I ran with no, but... ( shoulder shrug). So this attractive guy comes up and asks if I need help. Uh, yeah. I must have looked like an illeterate person looking at an aisle of library books. So I told him what I was looking for and he guesses silicone for bathroom. Good guess. We read the backs of the tubes and it looks good. So I start to head away and he goes, "Do you need a gun?" Not unless you steal from me or "things aren't that bad" I thought. But then I realized I did need a gun... a caulking gun. Sheesh !!! I should have spent a little more time with dad. He smiled at my stall. Then he found one that would work, but was cheap (I like him already) and I completed my run.
So I went in to the store thinking it would take 12-15 minutes. Yeah, right. 40 minutes later I had gotten the 2 things I had planned to get and the one thing I didn't think/remember that I did need.
And hence goes almost every trip to Home Depot.
I need to never plan a 2 hour shopping trip there, or I may not emerge for days !!!!! But, it's is still a very, VERY cool place !!!!! ;-)
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