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I have my best thoughts in the shower. I let my mind write things. Go over the day’s tasks, things I need to accomplish. Somehow, just like the steam, it all flits away when I step out onto the cold tile floor.
I’m a little disgruntled with life lately. Not sure what is causing my restlessness. Some would probably tell me to go to a doctor and medicate my cares away. Others would tell me to get over myself. And yet others would just laugh at my concerns.
Maybe turning a year older and having a sucky birthday was the capper on my gloominess. I am constantly amazed with my SO and his lack of understanding. He either doesn’t care or is just down-right stupid about some things. He’s given up on making me feel attractive or needed. We just exist. Comfortably, but just exist together.
Halloween has come and gone. The pumpkins are still out everywhere and the trees are starting to catch up with an angry will, dropping leaves in bushels. I can hear the trees sigh and whomph!, all the leaves are on the ground. The acorns bomb the house at all hours of the day and night. You haven’t lived until a 100 foot oak tree drops a few acorns into your truck bed at 3 in the morning.
Maybe I’ll wander out of this in-be-tweeness sometime.
Ciao
I kept waking up last night. There was this darn train effect going on and on. Somewhere in my mind, I knew it was the wind. But it was so loud. Constant noise. Another part of my brain, kept waking me up with ‘what ifs’. Like what if one of those lovely trees you insisted upon keeping, does you the favor of falling on the house? What if a big branch lands on the truck? What if the recycle bin your SO insisted wouldn’t blow away is in the next state by now?
How come my projects are 1 person projects and anything my SO does seems to be 2 people projects? I love when he’s not around for a few hours. I get so much done. None of the “hey do you know where this is?” or “I put it here, what did you do with it?”. Argh!
Yesterday was clean-out-the-garage day. I guess I made such a stink about how he looks at a weekend and thinks about all the things he can do away from the house, that when Sunday rolled around, he was determined to ‘help’ me clean out the garage.
I had one simple goal: move everything in the garage and sweep it out. Shouldn’t take that long, it’s not that big of a garage and unlike most of our friends, we actually park in our’s.
With his ‘help’, it took 6 hours. I had to kick him out to go talk to the neighbor for a bit, just to get a breather. He wanted to think about where things should go (the other side of the garage). He wanted to put up shelves (which we don’t have). He wanted to sort things (which we already have). But mostly he wanted to search for holes. It was like having a 5 year old boy wandering around looking for things to get in to.
After several hours of moving things, scrubbing things, and throwing things in the back of the truck, I was almost done. I brought the shredder up from the basement and started creating piles of little pieces of paper. He went in search of things to shred. Sigh… The shredder gave up twice due to overheating…
Finally, I had enough, bagged the shreds, the garbage, and gave one final sweep, sweeping him out of the garage and closed the doors.
I’m exhausted from his ‘help’.
Ciao
Our guests just left. It got pretty quiet. We saw a movie, went to dinner, and watched basketball in the basement. No pinball this time around. We went to brunch and listened to a jazz trio playing some very nice tunes. The temperature gauge fell off the house and now says it is delightful 77 degrees, which is kinda funny, cause its really more like 34 degrees. We had snow on the ground and it was not melting. So much for that little toy. Lasted a whole 3 months.
The hawks were out. I say ‘hawks’ cause I’ve seen a red shouldered hawk and my SO has seen the red-tailed hawk. We have both. Right now it’s mating season and one of ’em is shouting his fool head off. The great horned owl was out last night. When it calls, it’s so clear and loud you almost want to look under your bed for a tape recorder. I’ve seen tons of robins and birds are all over the place. I really really hope that Spring weather is on its way. I am so over winter. Can’t seem to adjust to the daylight savings time change either.
Monday is C day.
Ciao
It’s cold. Very, very cold here. My SO got a temperature station thinger for Christmas. He could care less, but I was delighted. Set the puppy up and every morning I go look at how cold it is out in the world. I press the buttons that tell me how cold it’s been in the last 24 hours. Pretty fascinated with the little gadget. But it doesn’t sugar coat the temperature. 4.7 degrees is bitchin’ cold, dude.
It’s funny how your mind talks you into things. It’s a very warm 4.7 degrees. It’s not that cold. Your hair didn’t just flash freeze after 10 seconds outside the front door. Medusa doesn’t have a thing on you. No.. no.. no..
It wouldn’t feel so cold if I wasn’t reminded by all the squeaks and rattles the truck makes or if the horses down the road weren’t wrapped in blankets, huddling together with icicles hanging off their noses.
The woodpecker is back. A red fox has joined the menagerie. The deer have multiplied. I heard a great big owl out back last night. Whenever I hear him, I always wonder if someone is playing a prank. It’s so loud and so clear. The stars are beautiful.
But it’s bitchin’ cold, dude.
Stay warm.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 