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Sep. 13th, 2015
A full life? A good life?
Sep. 13th, 2015 07:19 amI finished a novel (A Window Opens - Elisabeth Egan) last night. It was an audible book and I was mostly enjoying it until the last 30 minutes. The story was about a woman who was a wife and mother who's fortunes led her to take a job at a major corporation. Mainly for the money. Much of the book is making fun of corporations (where I spent most of my working life) and while a bit over the top, it was fun.
Until the last 5% of the book and then the author gets out her giant, heavy, Unless You Have A Husband And Stay Home To Take Care Of Your Kids You Are Wasting Your Life sledge hammer.
I mostly always have drawn the long straw of life. My parents were lovingly married to each other for more than 50 years and I was a fully baked adult when they died. They taught me that I could be and do anything I wanted as long as I was responsible about it. And they gave me the tools I needed to make what I wanted happen.
I chose to not have children - it was not a thoughtless decision. I tried marriage and quickly realized that I had no skills there.
My parents believed and at least tried to instill in me that being responsible is giving back. They were shining examples. They were the consummate volunteers. When he retired, Daddy turned into a religious Meals on Wheels volunteer. My Mom helped found Hospice in western North Carolina. The two of them lived in Zimbabwe for six months and Russia for another six months - Daddy was a volunteer executive and Mom led little Russian kids in American songs and read books to the elderly and blind in Zimbabwe.
The kids I did not have are oh so lucky. I would have sucked as a parent. I tell myself that the elderly people I don't drive to the doctor's office and the homeless people I don't dish out meals to are better off. I'd be a whiny and probably mean volunteer.
I, personally, do not tick a whole lot on the This Person Is Valuable list. I've always been sensitive about this. I should do more I know it. I don't do it but I am aware I should. I don't need some bitch in a holier-than-thou novel to drive the point home.
I'm going back to assassin thriller novels.
Until the last 5% of the book and then the author gets out her giant, heavy, Unless You Have A Husband And Stay Home To Take Care Of Your Kids You Are Wasting Your Life sledge hammer.
I mostly always have drawn the long straw of life. My parents were lovingly married to each other for more than 50 years and I was a fully baked adult when they died. They taught me that I could be and do anything I wanted as long as I was responsible about it. And they gave me the tools I needed to make what I wanted happen.
I chose to not have children - it was not a thoughtless decision. I tried marriage and quickly realized that I had no skills there.
My parents believed and at least tried to instill in me that being responsible is giving back. They were shining examples. They were the consummate volunteers. When he retired, Daddy turned into a religious Meals on Wheels volunteer. My Mom helped found Hospice in western North Carolina. The two of them lived in Zimbabwe for six months and Russia for another six months - Daddy was a volunteer executive and Mom led little Russian kids in American songs and read books to the elderly and blind in Zimbabwe.
The kids I did not have are oh so lucky. I would have sucked as a parent. I tell myself that the elderly people I don't drive to the doctor's office and the homeless people I don't dish out meals to are better off. I'd be a whiny and probably mean volunteer.
I, personally, do not tick a whole lot on the This Person Is Valuable list. I've always been sensitive about this. I should do more I know it. I don't do it but I am aware I should. I don't need some bitch in a holier-than-thou novel to drive the point home.
I'm going back to assassin thriller novels.
Got that wrong
Sep. 13th, 2015 11:34 amThe Seahawks play at 10 am our time. And I probably don't need to move off of my fingers and toes to get the number of people who are not rabid, die hard, omg SEA HAWKS!!!!! SEA HAWKS!!! fans. It's tiring.
But, I figured 10 am, you have to get ready. Meet your group or at a minimum get out the chips and beer. You wouldn't be at the gym early... nfw.
Wrong. After the first 30 minutes of my swim, this morning, each lane of the pool had 2 swimmers and as I was getting out, another showed up to take my place. Busy morning. Glad I got there first.
Then, coming home, I saw part of the problem. The bars around the stadium were struggling to get open in time. At 9:30 there were crowds waiting outside their doors waiting to get in ... in the drizzle. Oh well. My Twitter feed allows as how it's not going to good for the SEA HAWKS!!!! And I'm not hearing raucous cheering from the sports bar on the corner.
And I would hear them because, the air conditioner.... has been put in the closet for the winter!!!
And... it was not without peril. My old lady hands and arms took a mighty hit.
And I was doing so well. No bruises as all for a couple of weeks. Sigh.
But, it's done and the bruises don't hurt. I will heal and may it long be not hot! I do have a fan for emergencies.
I made myself an freakin' excellent omelette for brunch and now I need to get to the knitting. I have a bear to finish and then the rest of the day will be devoted to those sweater sleeves (and baseball, of course).
But, I figured 10 am, you have to get ready. Meet your group or at a minimum get out the chips and beer. You wouldn't be at the gym early... nfw.
Wrong. After the first 30 minutes of my swim, this morning, each lane of the pool had 2 swimmers and as I was getting out, another showed up to take my place. Busy morning. Glad I got there first.
Then, coming home, I saw part of the problem. The bars around the stadium were struggling to get open in time. At 9:30 there were crowds waiting outside their doors waiting to get in ... in the drizzle. Oh well. My Twitter feed allows as how it's not going to good for the SEA HAWKS!!!! And I'm not hearing raucous cheering from the sports bar on the corner.
And I would hear them because, the air conditioner.... has been put in the closet for the winter!!!
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And... it was not without peril. My old lady hands and arms took a mighty hit.
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And I was doing so well. No bruises as all for a couple of weeks. Sigh.
But, it's done and the bruises don't hurt. I will heal and may it long be not hot! I do have a fan for emergencies.
I made myself an freakin' excellent omelette for brunch and now I need to get to the knitting. I have a bear to finish and then the rest of the day will be devoted to those sweater sleeves (and baseball, of course).