If a dog barfs in a house and everyone pretends they can't hear it, is it really barf???
Musings on Sleepless
Nights and Rainy Days...
By Deb Williams
By Deb Williams
Quote of the day:
The ability to concentrate and to use your time well is everything if you
want to succeed in business--or almost anywhere else for that matter.
Lee Iacocca
June 17th
Hear that?
That was the sound of January, February, March, April and May going by.
So, Happy May New Year! Let's just say that, okay? Because I'm just getting around to some resolutions.
Finally got the sanctimonious "Calendar of Quote's to Live By" off the bathroom reading shelf. And I've been thinking about catching up on the writing I was supposed to start when the children were born. I was told to "harvest" as they spewed the "darndest things" so I'd have pages and pages of entertaining remembrances at my offspring's weddings. But they'd never ask me to make a speech. Besides, I never thought that those little gosh-he-saids were of any importance when weighed against another meal, seven loads of laundry, and making a meager living. Who's going to marry my kids anyway? They're dull witted, humorless, mediocre, un-talented, ill-dressed facsimiles of their parents.
I just looked outside. The day is not too rainy and the kids are in school and there are so many things that I should be doing that, by sitting here and jotting instead,I am procrastinating and thus feel the just proper amount of guilt and remorse to continue.
My day: up early with the ringing tones of the dog retching on the stairs. Not, "oh I really should get up and get a good start on the day", early. Truly early. Before the sun is up early. So I reasoned, if a dog barfs in a house and everyone pretends they can't hear it, is it really barf???
Hmmm. That looked more poetic at 3:47 am. I left the thought of dog barf-proper to contemplate what the dog barf-poetic might be seeping onto. Soaking into the "I promise to pay those tomorrow", bills, packed between the "we really should sand and paint those this year", spindles? Is it caking onto the "we should get another pair because these don't focus in one eye" binoculars? Or drenching the "if I leave them there long enough they will eventually learn to pick them up themselves" stacks of clothes that will now need to be rewashed? Again.
I laid there listening to Warren breath. He was pretending to be asleep too. I can tell because when he's asleep he alternates between snoring and sleep apnating. Is that right? Is to apnate the actual verb? (Google). I want to kill him when he stops breathing. After 45 to 70 seconds his body suddenly and violently remembers its supposed to keep working, sucking in 90% of the oxygen in the house.
Breath.
Plans for the day:
1. If its still there by 11am, clean up dog puke
2. Go to the New Womyn?s Gym to research workout possibilities
3. Plan meals for the week
4. Put out soaker hoses. Check for holes. Throw away.
5. Buy Birthday book
6. Put all birthdays in birthday book so I will not forget anymore important birthdays (and spend the next 364 days making it up).
7. Put everyone I know into a data base so that clever, dancing, tuneful cards automatically arrive in appropriate email boxes over the year. HATE THOSE CARDS. Input data. Too much work. Put on tomorrow's to do list along with last week's "sort cupboard full of "from-baby-on photos".
8. Ignore photo sorting
9. Don't feel guilty about photos
10 Don't buy birthday book
11. Go to Buy Mart.
12. Shit, no. Promised to walk to everything and not buy at the Buy Mart. Even cheese? Walk able mid-town market cheese: $6 a small brick. Buy Mart: $25 for Ton-O-Cheese (lasts a month at my house or 6 months in a busy down town restaurant)
13. Drive to BM for cheese.
14. Walk to MT for rest of list.
15. Except the granola bars. Better get all really large square things at the BM and then all rest at MT.
16. Don't research gym. After drive, walk to the MT and pick up bits of garbage for upper body and flexibility.
17. Change my personality to: someone who is wholesome and supportive but has clear boundaries.
Dinner: Everything-in-a-blender stew in plastic cups. No one will notice what they don't like. Wash cups, throw away straws.
The ability to concentrate and to use your time well is everything if you
want to succeed in business--or almost anywhere else for that matter.
Lee Iacocca
June 17th
Hear that?
That was the sound of January, February, March, April and May going by.
So, Happy May New Year! Let's just say that, okay? Because I'm just getting around to some resolutions.
Finally got the sanctimonious "Calendar of Quote's to Live By" off the bathroom reading shelf. And I've been thinking about catching up on the writing I was supposed to start when the children were born. I was told to "harvest" as they spewed the "darndest things" so I'd have pages and pages of entertaining remembrances at my offspring's weddings. But they'd never ask me to make a speech. Besides, I never thought that those little gosh-he-saids were of any importance when weighed against another meal, seven loads of laundry, and making a meager living. Who's going to marry my kids anyway? They're dull witted, humorless, mediocre, un-talented, ill-dressed facsimiles of their parents.
I just looked outside. The day is not too rainy and the kids are in school and there are so many things that I should be doing that, by sitting here and jotting instead,I am procrastinating and thus feel the just proper amount of guilt and remorse to continue.
My day: up early with the ringing tones of the dog retching on the stairs. Not, "oh I really should get up and get a good start on the day", early. Truly early. Before the sun is up early. So I reasoned, if a dog barfs in a house and everyone pretends they can't hear it, is it really barf???
Hmmm. That looked more poetic at 3:47 am. I left the thought of dog barf-proper to contemplate what the dog barf-poetic might be seeping onto. Soaking into the "I promise to pay those tomorrow", bills, packed between the "we really should sand and paint those this year", spindles? Is it caking onto the "we should get another pair because these don't focus in one eye" binoculars? Or drenching the "if I leave them there long enough they will eventually learn to pick them up themselves" stacks of clothes that will now need to be rewashed? Again.
I laid there listening to Warren breath. He was pretending to be asleep too. I can tell because when he's asleep he alternates between snoring and sleep apnating. Is that right? Is to apnate the actual verb? (Google). I want to kill him when he stops breathing. After 45 to 70 seconds his body suddenly and violently remembers its supposed to keep working, sucking in 90% of the oxygen in the house.
Breath.
Plans for the day:
1. If its still there by 11am, clean up dog puke
2. Go to the New Womyn?s Gym to research workout possibilities
3. Plan meals for the week
4. Put out soaker hoses. Check for holes. Throw away.
5. Buy Birthday book
6. Put all birthdays in birthday book so I will not forget anymore important birthdays (and spend the next 364 days making it up).
7. Put everyone I know into a data base so that clever, dancing, tuneful cards automatically arrive in appropriate email boxes over the year. HATE THOSE CARDS. Input data. Too much work. Put on tomorrow's to do list along with last week's "sort cupboard full of "from-baby-on photos".
8. Ignore photo sorting
9. Don't feel guilty about photos
10 Don't buy birthday book
11. Go to Buy Mart.
12. Shit, no. Promised to walk to everything and not buy at the Buy Mart. Even cheese? Walk able mid-town market cheese: $6 a small brick. Buy Mart: $25 for Ton-O-Cheese (lasts a month at my house or 6 months in a busy down town restaurant)
13. Drive to BM for cheese.
14. Walk to MT for rest of list.
15. Except the granola bars. Better get all really large square things at the BM and then all rest at MT.
16. Don't research gym. After drive, walk to the MT and pick up bits of garbage for upper body and flexibility.
17. Change my personality to: someone who is wholesome and supportive but has clear boundaries.
Dinner: Everything-in-a-blender stew in plastic cups. No one will notice what they don't like. Wash cups, throw away straws.