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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

#298: The Green Thing Under The Bed.

The Tree, A'la Dexter
I was awakened this morning to the sound of crackling plastic and a plaintive little voice from under the bed. "Can I come out yet? Halloween is over..... It isn't too early, is it?" I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. Apparently our Christmas tree was getting restless under there. After clearing out a corner of the living room, I pulled it out. It is now up, plastic removed, and is airing out. I'll have it decorated in a day or two.
Tomorrow's activity will include pulling out all the lights, and making sure they all still work. I haven't decided really on how to decorate the Technicolor Trailer this year; I joked to Dent that we could take white lights and form letters across the roof: "HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Y'ALL", since the only people who really see this are the airplanes that fly over head.
In other news, my planning is still...planning. I have some unpaid vacation coming up (our store is being remodeled--yay!) , and I plan on using that time in getting together whatever it is I need to do. Hopefully the construction company can get its crap together and get started on it like they're supposed to. It's hard to do what you say you're going to do when the people you depend on aren't doing what THEY are supposed to be doing.
At any rate, it has been a dull gray morning, and very cold for mid-November. We're normally not this cold until right before it warms up again. I guess it's nice to have a sense of what a real winter is like, but I can't imagine it being this cold for long. It never is here. 
Stay tuned.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

#297-Time Rolls On--Literally.

People have been enthralled with the concept of time since the first human being looked up at the sun and noticed that it moved. There've been sundials, and water-clocks, and all sorts of things to measure the seconds ticking by. This past sunday marked the end of daylight savings, and (to me, anyway), the beginning of the end of the year, when the sky gets dark sooner, the world gets colder....and time continues to march on.
I was on my way home from work last night, and this sort of happened.
You may wonder what kind of idiot carries a camera in her car just to catch the odometer in her car rolling over. Of course, I've been known to take photographs on the interstate, whilst travelling at 60+ MPH.  So having it timed just right to pull into an empty parking lot to get this one was not really an issue. I do, however, have mixed feelings about this. I've put quite a few miles on this thing (It was only at 14k when I got it!)  and have managed to survive trips to pick up the youngin', the frequent treks to work and back, and the general running around of the area.
I'm also somewhat depressed at the idea--the last car I had, also 'rolled over' while coming home from work. It's somewhat saddening that the milestones and memories of my life have been dictated by jobs, none of which I've been really happy at. Someone else would shrug and say, "Well, that's life and part of being an adult--welcome to the human race!" Other people would probably say, "You should do what you like, no sense in doing work you're miserable at." I rather like this idea, but......  
The main problem is time. I have a time limit to get done what I need to do....yet there is so much I have to wait on before I can do some of the more important things. So I research. And I wait. And hope I can get the timing right on this, too, like I did the odometer.  It's a game of hurry-up-and-wait, like so much else in my life. My plans are hindered somewhat by the fact that I haven't told my plans to too many people (I want to get it worked out before the Big Announcement), and avenues of inquery have gone thus far unanswered. My sister found the idea 'cool' (which makes me suspect she's as crazy as I am....) Of course, there are those I have mentioned the idea to, who apparently don't think I will do it.... we don't know me vewwy well, do we folks? Just you wait.... It WILL happen, hell or high water....any failure on my part won't be for lack of trying.
Halloween was an interesting affair. I cobbled together a pocketwatch for Meg's rabbit to wear, and off we went, down the rabbit hole. Folks had to ask who I was; even now, I guess "Steampunk Alice" doesn't enter the vocabulary of most, but when I flashed the bunny, most folks got the idea.  Yeah, I'm a goof. Don't remind me.
The Halloween decorations are now back in the closet. Next stop: Thanksgiving. To turkey, or not to turkey?
Stay tuned.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

#296: A change of scenery?

So, a while back, I was considering a move. Said move would have involved moving nearly 1,000 miles to the northwest, away from everything I have known and have gotten used to. This move never happened. If I recall correctly, I asked for a sign. The next day I came down with a cold. Considering where I was considering moving to, I took this as some sort of omen that I should stay put. Not that I put much stock in omens, mind you. 

But the twitchings to change the scenery continued, and have to this day. And about a week ago, the urge took a new form. Something even stranger than moving to another state. How about another country? Sure, if I'm going to think of something outrageous that will (probably) never happen, might as well think big. But now I wonder. Plenty of people do it. 

Yesterday was payday for both Dent and I, and after I escaped work, and he'd paid whatever bills he takes care of, it was off to find some good Chinese food. It's been a while since we've gone out for Chinese. So we're puttering along the road, and the following conversation takes place:

Dent: "So, when're you getting rid of me?" (this is sort of a running joke between us. As if!)
Me:   "Never!  But.... I think it's time for a change of scene. Don't you? Something new."
Dent:  "Like what?" (Oh, if only you knew! I'm thinking.)
Me:   "What's the most goofy, the craziest thing you can think of?" 
Dent:  "Moving back to Georgia?" (We have 40-some acres for sale down there, BTW, in case you're interested.)
Me:   "Welllllll... Moving, maybe. But not there."
Dent:  "........................Can you give me a hint?"
Me:   "Have you ever heard the term 'study abroad'? As in 'being somewhere that is not here'. " 

At this point I expected Dent to say, "Stop the car, I think I'm riding with a madwoman." 

But, something happened that was even more bizarre.... he liked the idea. 

Still in the early planning stages yet--I want to be doing this about the same time Meg's graduates high school (in about 4 years!), so plenty of time to do research and whatnot. Should it happen this way, you'll be the first to know. 

So, no... I don't believe in omens.... but it's a bit odd that our fortunes last night were these.


More on this later. 

Monday, August 4, 2014

#295: Tempus fugit

The one-year anniversary of Pop's death is right around the corner (has it been nearly a year already? It is depressing how time flies) While I am thankful that at least this passing was a quick and easy one (Mom's, close to 30 years ago, was a long, drawn out affair, over a series of months), the pain is still there. I have a sneaking suspicion that some sense of loss will always be there. But, there is no time limit on grief, unless you set one. There is also not a time limit on joy. Perhaps you could generalize and say there is no time limit on memories; which direction you take is up to you......

Time does, indeed, fly.

It is a tad depressing, not because I am turning the big 4-0 next January, but because my daughter is actually starting high school this month.

Strange, I wasn't this off-set ten years ago (most people get depressed when they turn 30....)


Thursday, June 26, 2014

#294: Heaven help me

Heaven help me, I think I'm turning....girly.

If you know me at all, you'll remember that I am most certainly female, and occasionally feminine. But girly? NEVER. It's a rare occasion when I'm in a skirt, or in makeup (you'll remember a few posts back, where I mentioned both in connection with a friend's wedding.). So what the hell am I thinking? No, not pink poofy tutus or anything like that. I'm not going to start giggling over boys (Hello? I turn 40 next January...) But maybe playing "dress up" once in a while'd be good for me. Looking "pretty" once in a while(although if you want to argue I am already, thanks anyway). I don't know if this is a condition of getting older, or whether I am honestly changing to suit the world (or maybe the world is changing to suit me, I don't know any more). I'll let you know how that turns out.... should I think of an occasion to play dress up that doesn't involve some sort of cosplay..... ;)

In other news, I've been writing different things. You'll find some of the snippets here.  I'm also putting together a story of sorts, but whether or not it will turn out to be worth a crap (or even be long enough to publish in a book of short stories), only time will tell. The people involved are in my head, and they will not go away. So this is the outlet, to keep me from sounding insane. Or more insane than I seem to be getting already. I'm not even sure what age group it'd be best for; it's a bit too dark for the young adult crowd but I'm not sure adults would want to read it, either. Get back to you on that one, too.

A couple of weeks ago, the Megs came for a visit. I figured getting to see her early on in the summer would mean I could focus on other stuff once it got really hot.  She'd got contact lenses but wasn't real sure about them yet, she still wore her glasses from time to time. Amusingly, I got her started on Sherlock, because it had "Bilbo Baggins and that creepy guy from that Star Trek movie" (her words). Afterwards, she admitted he wasn't THAT creepy. I guess he grows on you. Or she decided the "smart" outweighs the "weird" (she likes Dr. Who, too.....) *sniff* I'm so proud...My lil girl is growing up.....

So yeah, it's been an interesting couple of weeks. Stay tuned.