“Finally,” I said to myself. “I have a moment.” Smiling, I chuckle to myself and say, “Actually, I have about 60 moments, if each moment is a minute long.” Then I shake my head, proving (yet again) that I am a dork.
This week has been crazy. I look at the calendar, and I see too many commitments and too many deadlines. I get up and head to the bedroom, where I find laundry baskets filled with dirty clothes.
“Why are you reflecting back? You’ve done the laundry. You’ve met the commitments. And, like most deadlines, it was pushed back. You’re here now. Enjoy the quiet.” I tell myself.
I’m right. “I know.”
Actually, it’s not really quiet. I’m not home looking a calendar, commitments, deadlines or laundry. I am in a coffee shop. At the moment Frank Sinatra or a Frank Sinatra-wanna-be is singing in the background. The coffee counter is busy with customers, and tables are covered with bags, papers, cups and patrons all taking advantage of time – time and caffeine.
Across from me, two women discuss math. One of the gals is using a combination of words such as, “finding the value of A if C is not a constant”. Oh, and she just mentioned ‘derivatives’. My heart races, and as I flashback to my school years a chill runs down my spine, reminding me those were scary years. Math is scary. “You should dress up as an equation for Halloween.” I tell myself. (I crack myself up.)
The number of my Facebook friends has dropped from over 200 to 31. “What does that have to do with the price of fish – or derivatives, for that matter?” Nothing. But, this is the first time in a week that I have a chance to release the voices in my head. Let’s say I am trying my hand at blog ‘Freestyling’.
So, I closed my main Facebook account, but I still have a Facebook page for my blog. (Why not “Like” it!)
In order to have a Facebook ‘page’, one has to have an account tied to the page (for admin purposes). My ‘new’ personal page is a smaller page. My new personal page is an intimate page – though in a non-consummating kind of way.
My husband requested I limit my ice cream consumption (not consummation) to four pints a
week month. Today is the 11th of the month; I’ve already head four pints this month. I sure hope the rest of the month goes quickly.
Oma drinks hot chocolate year round. Again, this has nothing to do with the price of fish – or ice cream. Still, I feel the need to share the fact that Oma does not like coffee – Oma drinks hot chocolate. Don’t give him a strange look if you see him drinking his hot chocolate during the heat of the summer, either. Because, chances are – you’re drinking a hot cup of coffee.
I like blogging ‘Freestyle’. Oh, oh, let me throw out …. “Word!” (Yeah Boy-Ee! It”s cool.)
Do you live like there is no tomorrow? I don’t. Nor do I have any desire to live like there is no tomorrow. I’ll dance like no one is watching, but I won’t live like there is no tomorrow. I won’t do today what I can put of until tomorrow, either. I mean, why not put off vacuuming until tomorrow? If I die today, I won’t have to worry about vacuuming! I’m sure my husband could manage vacuuming the house. I think he knows where we keep the vacuum…
Do you know how I spend two hours of my day every Monday – Friday? No? Okay. Just thought I’d check.
What is red and smells like blue paint?
Oh, you want to know how I spend two hours of my day every Monday – Friday? Forgive me. I’ll tell you now. At 2pm Monday – Friday, I head to my boys’ school to pick them up. Charlie school ends at 2:45. Once he is in the car, I drive across the street to pick up his brother, Joe. Joe’s school ends at 3:20. For 35 minutes, Charlie and I sit in the car and wait. Sometimes we’ll venture outside and run around the car. Playing ‘Firedrill’ isn’t as much fun in a parking lot as it is when you play it at a red light. Though, apparently it is not safe for a five year old to run around the car while stopped at a red light.
The time I spend picking up and waiting for the boys passes slowly. Oh so slowly. While it passes, I think about all the things I could be
eating doing. Hold on a minute, are you wondering about what you could be doing if you weren’t reading this post? Well, fortunately for you, the end of my 60 moments is nearing. Hopefully, the next time I get a chance to write, the voices will have found better medication. Do you have any extra hot chocolate, Oma? Perhaps with a little pumpkin spice added?
Red paint. That’s the answer to the question I asked earlier. Remember? What is red and smells like blue paint? Red paint. Isn’t that hilarious?!