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It’s raining again. Pouring to be exact. It’s funny how fast the weather changes around here. Every day I come home to blinking clocks, blinking lights, and my wireless has yet again, reset itself.While searching through a pile of recipes, I came across a collection of my SO’s grandmother’s recipes. Stuffed in a little dingy yellow 3″x5″ card box, was a vast assortment of hand written recipes. I’ve started posting them over on another blog. The jello fascination, the vanilla instant pudding craze, and the down-right strange ‘canned corned beef’ recipes are fascinating in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way.I hate when I misplace something. I become very obsessive. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 days opening up every box, bag, and desk drawer in hopes of finding my house pics. I know I put them on cds. But I’ll be darned if I could find them. I’ve searched the same places over and over again. I once heard the definition of insanity, was doing something over and over again but expecting the results to change. Somehow if I continued to look in the same drawer, room, box, etc, it would magically appear there. Maybe next time or the next….
I searched the garage, knowing that the only things left are the things you need once and are afraid you might need again.
(Damn its raining harder…)
I searched the basement. Fought off a few spiders. Even resurrected an old PC. No such luck. Self-doubt crept in and I was beginning to feel crazy, like I was just kidding myself. I searched the kitchen. Like I would keep computer stuff in amongst the pots and pans. I pulled down boxes in closets. Even looked in the broom closet. I decided no more searching.
As I was eating dinner, I noticed a stack of boxes that I just knew didn’t contain anything but guitar pins, baseball stuff, and socks. But wouldn’t you know it, there they were. Four cds packed with my house pictures. I felt like crying.
(Damn, I might be floating out of here soon)
Ciao
First entry.. Thoughts… Nothing profound other than a lack of ambition, greed, and sex. Gotcha’ didn’t I? That 3 letter word gets everyone’s attention rather fast. I’m just sitting here in my cube trying to make myself work. Thinking that there must be thousands of these things.Had the darndest time convincing myself this weekend that I should be happy, could be happy about something major in my life.. The Greek dilemma where hubris before a fall, kinda roams around in the back of my head. I’m about to go thru a gluttony of consumerism and spending. I’m building a house. Not just an average house, but something extravagant for a person with no kids and only a SO. I’m having to deal with all kinds of strange conversations on the topic. What gives with people feeling they not only have the right to question you but then turn around and tell you it’s for your own good?? chuckle…
Ciao
