We live a small life. Much of what I see or hear reminds me of something I read or saw on TV. Shouldn't it be the other way around? So when a character on TV hoped she hadn't lost her ability to giggle, it tickled my mind.
HAVE I LOST MY ABILITY TO GIGGLE?
Test #1. Carrying the groceries from the car to the house I tripped over my own feet. Fell down-go boom. Groceries everywhere, me on the ground. Kinda funny to see, but it was more a "I've fallen and I can't get up" moment. No giggles.
Test #2. Spilled a full, iced, glass of diet coke. On the table, on the remote, on the book and dripped on my (empty) shoes. Maybe not funny to others, but spilling is a regular occurrence for me. A little (resigned) giggle.
Test #3. The security bars to our parking lot are stuck in the up position. David says "Well, that's not going to keep Al-Qaeda out!" Giggles.
From the moment I first saw you, the second that you were born, I knew that you were the love of my life.....
'I am born'. So wrote Charles Dickens in the book David Copperfield. Expectations are that we are born, go to school, graduate, get married, have children, have grandchildren, live a good life and die. Don't believe it.
What if the earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road? I am a planner, a list maker, an organizer. I am not happy when the earth rotates and reveals an unplanned event. I curse it. That's not what I thought would happen to me now.
It is disconcerting, but life does not go from point A to point B in a straight line. And really,who would want it to. But no matter. I have my beautiful children. Quite simply the loves of my life!!
This is what it's like to be out of touch, unable to connect, all alone. Paid $$$ to hear the words "corrupted motherboard" "will try to write code to fix" "here are your choices". So, more $$$, one new computer, and many hours of restoring years of stuff, I have recovered. But, not my loyal companion. (sniff). And that's all I have to say about that. Pfft
School's out, so Cami and I decided to flee the state. We made sure there was enough gas and loaded ourselves and our bags into the car. We waited to leave until later in the day to avoid traffic.
We crossed the Mississippi River bridge and entered Arkansas.
We thought we might be required to have passports, but, to our relief, we were allowed to enter without them.
Surrounded by eighteen wheel trucks, speeding cars and road construction we made our way carefully along the interstate.
It was a nice day so we opened the sun roof and let the wind blow our hair. No worries--we're away from home. Nobody here cares what we look like. We turned up the music, sang along and enjoyed the ride.
What fun!! Fellow travelers....
We were delighted to find the natives spoke the same dialect and used the same currency as we do.
Ce n'est pas la France.
After many long minutes of travel, we reached our destination.
We were pleased with the 5 star service we received. The porters even met us at the door.
We made sure to take advantage of all the amenities offered.
And then, exhausted, we made our way home.
It was good to be back on terra firma. Home! It never looked so good.
Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.
I'm not into working out. My philosophy is no pain, no pain.
I'm in shape. Round is a shape.
I'm desperately trying to figure out why Kamikaze pilots wore helmets.
Do illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup?
I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific.
Ever notice when you blow in a dog's face he gets mad at you, but when you take him in a car he sticks his head out the window?
Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
You have to stay in shape. My mother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now and we have no idea where she is.
One out of every three Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of two of your best friends. If they are OK, then it must be you.
They show you how detergents take out bloodstains. I think if you've got a T-shirt with bloodstains all over it, maybe your laundry isn't your biggest problem.
Ask people why they have deer heads on their walls and they tell you it's because they're such beautiful animals. I think my wife is beautiful, but I only have photographs of her on the wall.
A lady came up to me on the street, pointed at my suede jacket and said, "Don't you know a cow was murdered for that jacket?" I said "I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too".
Do people still know who George Carlin is? Funny, irreverent guy in his prime. Anyway, I'm always up for a good chuckle, so thought I would share. Extremely more interesting than anything going on here. (Unless you count whining, but, nobody likes a whiner!)
After I posted the "nothin'" that is my life, I got to wondering how much it bothered me that one day is the same as another. After I chewed on it for awhile, I decided, not at all. There's a kind of comfort knowing that each day will be the same. Especially after experiencing the terror of not knowing what the next day will hold. I now prefer no surprises. There is a sort of rhythm in everyones lives. We go to great lengths to assure that rhythm . We have life, medical, auto and home insurance. (As long as we are able to anyway.) We want steady jobs, family and friends we can count on. When we no longer have that sureness, we decide that, hey, maybe sameness doesn't suck. Sometimes we change the rhythm of our lives on purpose. We take a vacation, we explore new places, we meet new people. I would happily change the rhythm of our lives, if I could be assured that it wouldn't be discordant or disharmonious. As it turns out, I prefer the soothing sameness to staring into the abyss of uncertainty.
Oh man, speaking of of the rhythm of life, this song is now stuck in my head. It's very old, almost ancient. The great Sammy Davis Jr.!! Now, children, this was the sixties.
Kinda changed moods on ya there, didn't I! Ha! I'm allowed. I'm old.
We used to love to dance. Most of these, though, are past our dancing prime. Our development was arrested at the Electric Slide--which is inexplicably missing from this video. Younger readers have probably done most of these. I hope you are appropriately embarrassed!
Supposedly, this is the most viewed video on you tube.
We have two baskets with trailing petunias and a cala lily.
We have a jasmine from last year.
We have a mandevilla.
We have a daisy gardenia.
We have hosta--in a pot. This is also from last year. We thought the bulb would not survive the winter in a pot. To our joy, it came back this spring. Who knew?
Our finished porch.
Had to do it to keep up with the neighbors. We have the best building in the complex.
That is the end result. Fun? Not so fast. I said I was just a enabler-not a willing gardener.
David is the real lover of gardening. Now, he only has one good hand and one good leg--dammit. It started when Cami and I went to Lowes to get a fern for her new apartment and foolishly told David what a great garden center they had. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Of course, David would want to go--he loves that stuff!
The journey required loading the wheelchair in the trunk, unloading it and pushing him all around so he (we) could pick out just the right plants. It really is a nice garden center with lots and lots of rows of plants and flowers. Lots and lots--- How do you push a wheelchair and carry plants at the same time?? You get a cart, put it in front of the wheelchair and let David try to steer it with one hand. Good times. Just to make it more delightful, the sun came out, after a day of rain, and the center became a steam bath. Now--I am trying to be helpful and supportive. The good wife. But, damn, I'm old and fat and it's hot and I'm sweating and still have to load and unload the plants, potting soil and wheelchair.
Thank goodness for a daughter who likes getting her hands in dirt. Cami came over and, with David's supervision, got all those suckers planted.
But read this..."Do not forget that we are God's children, loved-into-being; that our lives are not meaningless or accidental." 
Love Children
This is what it's like to be out of touch, unable to connect, all alone.
