It’s a good thing that I didn’t take the time to pull my hair back before I left for work this morning. That meant that when I had the eggsplosion in my car it mostly landed on my hair instead of my clothes. A quick rinse in the bathroom sink & I was good as new. Next time I fry an egg I’ll try to remember to poke the yolk to make sure it’s really done. My breakfast sandwich was tasty though – and aren’t eggs good for hair?
It’s been in the 70s this week & we even ran the air conditioner for a while last night. My question is why do we have to have global warming while I’m going through menopause? One would think that all menopausal women would unite & make all these governments do something about it! (Says the woman who drives 80 miles a day. Sigh.)
I had a nice talk with my cousin KJ yesterday & she laughed at me (laughed!) because I thought I was having a busy week. Just because she has two active teenage daughters & a full time chaplaincy job doesn’t mean that she can talk about busy. Well, maybe it does. For the record, in addition to all the other things I’m doing this week, I’m also doing altar set-up at church tomorrow. So, you know, I’ve had one extra thing to do every day this week. It’s outta control! When am I supposed to play Words with Friends & work my puzzles (not to mention crochet all those darn dishcloths)?
I feel like I’m reaching some sort of Zen-like state regarding politics. Everyone around me is screaming & I’m just moving toward election day calmly. Actually, the image I have in my head is when that awful Lord Beckett is walking down the stairs as his ship disintegrates around him in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Hmm – maybe since I have the image of a sinking ship in my head I’m not as calm as I think I am.
I wonder how people write whole posts about one subject? I’ve always known that I wouldn’t do well writing a novel, but this is ridiculous! Not that I’m feeling very “writey” anyway – yesterday I tried to write a poem about the time I stole a grape & my mom made me go back & pay the nice lady at the fruit stand a penny for it. I know it would have been a Fabulous Poem if only I could have found the right words.