current state of mind: filtered
Too much time is spent on the dead
While all the places found a spot to live in
his head
Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed
With all the nothings that he never said
~ ‘Shaky Ground’ by Jackie Greene
100 years
ago, the world mourned the sinking of the Titanic, a day after the ship struck
an iceberg in the North Atlantic. While
the world was mourning, Harriet Quimby of the United States, was making history
as the first solo female airplane pilot to fly over the English Channel. She
had no idea that she’d be dead by July, an inexplicable accident during an
airshow. She and her passenger fell out
of the plane while it was flying over Boston.
This is why you wear your seat belts kids!
I am
seriously craving macaroni and cheese mixed with chicken breast and steamed
broccoli. It is such a yummy dinner. I don’t know why I don’t prepare it more
often. I mean, the caloric and fat
content is high (Thank you Kraft!). But
it is really, really tasty. And I hate
eating leftovers – so I have to prepare half the box so as not to waste what I cannot
eat in the first sitting. Lately, I
haven’t even been able to force down leftover pizza and I used to not mind that
as much. In fact, my tummers is churning
right now just thinking about reheating leftovers. Yuckers!
New Topic.
Sunday, I
was cranky. Luckily for the general
public, I spent most of the day holed up in my apartment working on stuff that
needed to get done. Unluckily for
K-Shrub and MiMadre, I did emerge from my self-imposed prison to assist with
the moving of some furniture. I will
spare you the majority of the details; but will share that THEY were not cranky
and my mood was definitely NOT maintaining the relaxed atmosphere they were
anticipating. I am curious, however, as
to why they thought I would be friendly and cheerful while moving furniture
around when there is very little I despise more than moving furniture with
other people.
Here’s the
deal: I am a wimp. I am also a klutz. The combination equates to me ALWAYS getting
hurt while moving furniture. Always. Sure enough, Sunday’s ‘genius’ moment occurred
when somehow the door jamb, the dresser, and my hand all wanted to occupy the
same space at the same moment. Clearly,
Physics prevailed and my finger got smooshed.
It hurt. I dropped the dresser
AND several expletives that were offensive to everyone within earshot. It is safe to assume that my mood did not
improve after this mishap. The
ridiculous bruising and soreness of my finger, however, does bring me some
comfort, as it shows I was not as much of an exaggerator as they thought. Looking back, I wish that I would have been a
little nicer about things. It isn’t
anyone else’s fault that I am pre-destined for injury.
This
Weekend.
Nothing,
however, will put a damper on this weekend.
Our youngest shrub, Lulu, is coming to town to celebrate her wedding reception
with family and friends after a lovely wedding abroad in Italy. I am excited to see the newlyweds together,
so happy and in love. Plus, I have a few
other little surprises up my sleeve for this weekend! Shhhhhh.
PERSONAL NOTE: Happy birthday in two days! Jimmy Choos for you!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I am always here for you to vent. As for the other topic we discussed – Genius
trumps Risk every time! Hee hee
