So Hubby comes home the other night and announces he bought a hot water heater. An electric hot water heater. We just put in the one that we had stored for five years in a couple of months ago. One can imagine my surprise at another one coming in the door. His plan now is to convert the house to electric power only. Great idea Einstien but what happens during a black out? My idea was to have an alternate heat source like...say...maybe...Wood that is renewable and I can cook on. Silly me, I forgot, there's the fire pit in the back yard. And if it happens in the winter there is all the snow we can melt. I'll probably play it safe and avoid the backyard for snow collecting.
I've had to do it before. But getting water from snow is like making ketchup. Your canner will be full of snow and the end result is a quarter of what you had before. But it was a good thing I had listened and learned to boil every flake of snow for more than five minutes. Why? I'm not sure but its what my Gramin told me to do and I did it.
I compare snow to ketchup because ten pounds of tomatoes resulted in two pints of Ketchup. Now the taste is worth it. The exploding jar, the not so right ingredients, completely ignoring the recipe and having to learn how to actually can a jar was all worth it. Except for the fact it took me all day making two little batches resulting in two jars to show for my effort. Hubby only reinforced the feeling of defeat when he looked at the ketchup and said "That's it? You look like there should be more." Isn't he a darling.
I will be glad when this play is over. I can feel my brain wanting to have its rest. I just have to keep going until next Saturday when it last curtain call. Its been very hard work this play for the main characters. Mine was only a bit part, thank God because sitting in the president's chair for the next two years is going to be grueling enough without the added stress of a production.
I've already managed to tick of three other executives in my over enthusiasm to get things done and have rethought packing it in, at least twice and I've only held the chair for little over a month. Its that retoric in the back of my head "What the %^&$ was I thinking?" I wasn't. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But I took it on and so forge ahead I will. Tally Ho and all that crap. My English ancestors just flipped in their graves. The Italian side is cheering me on. I think I'm worried.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Dear Randy
It's coming up to a year now Randy. The impact of your life hasn't left us, nor has the pain of losing you. It has become my husband's mistress. I know that Time is only an idea of Man, and that you are only a heartbeat away from the rest of us. It is the hidden doors of dimensions that keep us parted from you. Death is always hardest on the living as we tend to hold on.
Things are different down here now. Some of us have tried to move on and accept that which we cannot change. Some of us have found comfort in each other's arms as the link to you but there are the ones left behind like your brother who carries the pain deep and close. I was very angry at you for taking a part of my husband with you that can never be returned. But the anger has subsided with the knowledge that life is circle, it always continues. We see it in the faces of your nieces and nephews. We hear it in their laughter and the in cries of the newborn. The next genreation will know about their Great Uncle.
Trying to make sense of it all has been very difficult. There has been no words of reason and the question why we put this in the blueprints of our lives has only made things harder...
But somewhere between sun up and sun down I have realized we aren't supposed to make sense of your death. It was just part of your's and our's blueprint. And I realize that we are far from your thoughts as you have moved on into a world that we hope to join someday. You no longer feel aches, pain, saddness or even anger. You are getting ready, planning some future life in which we will all share with you again as we have in the past. You just beat us to the Hall of Records. Its our blueprints that hold us here to finish what we started.
Do me favour old friend, whisper to me the words to make this better for your brother. You know I listen to the wind. It carries the voices from afar. And should you chose to be silent, I understand, but I shall always be listening just in case.
This Hallow's Eve, I shall be lighting a candle in your name. Look for it if you can. We miss you. We love you. And maybe...just maybe...instead of the wind, we can meet in the dream state and have a conversation. You know my door is always open to you and there will always be a cup of coffee waiting at my table for you.
Things are different down here now. Some of us have tried to move on and accept that which we cannot change. Some of us have found comfort in each other's arms as the link to you but there are the ones left behind like your brother who carries the pain deep and close. I was very angry at you for taking a part of my husband with you that can never be returned. But the anger has subsided with the knowledge that life is circle, it always continues. We see it in the faces of your nieces and nephews. We hear it in their laughter and the in cries of the newborn. The next genreation will know about their Great Uncle.
Trying to make sense of it all has been very difficult. There has been no words of reason and the question why we put this in the blueprints of our lives has only made things harder...
But somewhere between sun up and sun down I have realized we aren't supposed to make sense of your death. It was just part of your's and our's blueprint. And I realize that we are far from your thoughts as you have moved on into a world that we hope to join someday. You no longer feel aches, pain, saddness or even anger. You are getting ready, planning some future life in which we will all share with you again as we have in the past. You just beat us to the Hall of Records. Its our blueprints that hold us here to finish what we started.
Do me favour old friend, whisper to me the words to make this better for your brother. You know I listen to the wind. It carries the voices from afar. And should you chose to be silent, I understand, but I shall always be listening just in case.
This Hallow's Eve, I shall be lighting a candle in your name. Look for it if you can. We miss you. We love you. And maybe...just maybe...instead of the wind, we can meet in the dream state and have a conversation. You know my door is always open to you and there will always be a cup of coffee waiting at my table for you.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
It's Sunday
Aaaaaaand now heeeeeereee's Mania. So of course I can do eighty thousand things in a day. I figured out that Wonderwoman and the other female super heroes, were all bipolar and stuck in manic mode. At least I'm a little more productive in the mode...not that the house is showing it.
The dynamic of the house has shifted from two to three. To make a very long and traumatic story short, our sixteen year old dog sitter needed a place to live. Within three hours Hubby had the study cleared out and a bed room set up for her. She is lovely, bright and has a razor sharp sense of humor. She has a part time job and is educating herself by correspondence through the school system. We got to know her this summer, as she is Miss S's younger brother's girlfriend. He would come here to visit with his sister as Miss S is always here.
Its funny having a teenager in the house again. There were so many things that I had forgotten about. The noise, the friends, and the boyfriend. Its a good thing they are really good kids even to the point of where they understand and work with me when I'm having a rough day. She tends to on those days (only two so far) make me laugh.
The weather finally turned nice although it keeps threatening to dip in a few days. We've been taking advantage of the weather and I've been watching Hubby rake and re-rake the leaves. Its great fun, he will just have gotten a lovely pile together and the Beagles will come rampaging through it. Its so much fun to watch. Especially when Hubby has piled the leaves into a large mound that can be plowed then trailed. Autumn is the best time to be a Beagle.
So I auditioned for a part that I don't expect to get just because the last one I auditioned for I thought I had a fair shot at. So when I got dumped on my ass, I learned like I did in dog shows, just because you think you have a chance to prove your breed/talent doesn't mean it will happen. I hate the lessons of humility. They suck big time. So we will see what happens. I did audition my mom's Australian Terrier. I think he has a better chance at a role than I do.
The dynamic of the house has shifted from two to three. To make a very long and traumatic story short, our sixteen year old dog sitter needed a place to live. Within three hours Hubby had the study cleared out and a bed room set up for her. She is lovely, bright and has a razor sharp sense of humor. She has a part time job and is educating herself by correspondence through the school system. We got to know her this summer, as she is Miss S's younger brother's girlfriend. He would come here to visit with his sister as Miss S is always here.
Its funny having a teenager in the house again. There were so many things that I had forgotten about. The noise, the friends, and the boyfriend. Its a good thing they are really good kids even to the point of where they understand and work with me when I'm having a rough day. She tends to on those days (only two so far) make me laugh.
The weather finally turned nice although it keeps threatening to dip in a few days. We've been taking advantage of the weather and I've been watching Hubby rake and re-rake the leaves. Its great fun, he will just have gotten a lovely pile together and the Beagles will come rampaging through it. Its so much fun to watch. Especially when Hubby has piled the leaves into a large mound that can be plowed then trailed. Autumn is the best time to be a Beagle.
So I auditioned for a part that I don't expect to get just because the last one I auditioned for I thought I had a fair shot at. So when I got dumped on my ass, I learned like I did in dog shows, just because you think you have a chance to prove your breed/talent doesn't mean it will happen. I hate the lessons of humility. They suck big time. So we will see what happens. I did audition my mom's Australian Terrier. I think he has a better chance at a role than I do.
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