Did you survive? Friday the 13th seems to bring out the hind brain in people. Goose bumps? The little hairs on your arms a-tingle? Going around ladders instead of under them? Did you drive a little more carefully?
When do we loose that joy of life? The laugh that little kids have at the pure joy of walking. When do we begin to creak when we walk? Ache when we walk? Groan when we try to get out of a chair?
Over the last few weeks, I swear my warranty has expired on my body. Betrayed by back pain, allergies, and just plain general malaise. How did I let myself get to this state of disrepair?
It isn’t all bad but I often think of the comedian that said, “Why are people shocked when they look in the mirror and suddenly see a change?” “It’s not like you go to bed and wake up fat!”
Life comes at you fast. You might want to duck.
Back to doing stretching exercises and worrying about salt intake. Ciao
Why are the bananas in my homemade rum floating? They started the day at the bottom of the bottle and now are floating gently to the top.
Ciao
I always think of ‘Flight of the BumbleBee’ whenever I go grocery shopping. I hadn’t really shopped on a weekly basis for a long time and just recently started back up. (Story too boring to tell here). I find that I enjoy assembling things like diners, casseroles, and baking goodies. Who or what I’m feeding in such quantities, is still to be determined.
Things have changed. For most people, its probably not even noticeable. But hey, recipes 7 years old don’t have the same sizes. Canned goods have gotten bigger while meat cuts have gotten smaller. Try finding some of the ‘quick-n-easy’ pre-packaged stuff and it’s long gone. Guess it didn’t make it through consumer approval or something. I’ve been adjusting recipes like crazy. I tend to plod like a small tanker through the waters of the grocery store aisles while Power Moms flit around me like over excited ski jets. It looks like one of those commercials where the person stands still and the camera uses its trickery to make everyone one else fly around in hyperactivity. I often wonder, while slowly plodding along, what it would be like to make my selections competently and quickly. Aggressively barging my way up to the meat counter, commanding the help this way and that, barking quantities and types. My little mouse voice makes them lean over the counter to call me ‘dearie’ and question everything I say.
I tend to use the old, “I-have-no-idea-what-the-heck-I’m-doing” look a lot in grocery stores. I ask the butcher for help by telling him what I’m cooking and how. He gently asks a few questions and hands me what he thinks I need. If it fails at home, I could always blame the butcher.
Well back to pouring over recipes and not lifting the crockpot lid.
Ciao
The office is alive with whispers. People at every corner of the cube farm discussing the latest buzz. We get to work from home! You have to understand that my company is not an IT company. They believe in face-to-face interactions. People not in the office are no longer necessary. But the new CIO, decided that this should be an option and now.
The kicker is that you loose your cube and you have to work out of the office at least 3 days. They are still working out details like what they will pay for and what happens to your office phone, mail, supplies, timecards, expense reports, and all that jazz.
You can imagine the office is quite in a twitter. I’m okay working from home. But I find I’m one of those people that needs interaction, drive-bys, and just noise of humanity to work. I get a little too paranoid when left to my own self. I also don’t seem to know when to stop working. And darnit the laundry fits right into my schedule. Run something on a server and change a load from the washer to dryer.
Some managers won’t even admit there is the possibility. Others tell their people horror stories and then ask. My boss just forgot and then said he needed a decision yesterday. But I finally have my window seat! But if I worked from home, I could have my window seat and not have to get dressed till noon. And have a door to close… tempting tempting…
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 