Super Grump

So if you don't know, I have had a headache for 6 days straight. This has been an extreme amount of fun and I really hope that it continues. It feels like the crew from "Stomp" is having rehearsal inside my brain. I am afraid at this point that my liver is going to keel over from all the acetaminophen that I have taken, which by the way is quite a bit. I was hoping to have a fun and bubbly post this week, but as I mostly feel like biting someone, I don't think that is going to happen.

On Friday night, I took 2 Lortabs leftover from my surgery- I slept ok, but woke up with the headache anyway and a nauseous Lortab hangover all day on Saturday. So that was loads of fun as well. I guess I need to go see my doctor, but it really seems pointless and after my ordeal from last year- I feel that I have lost all faith in those "practicing" medicine. I think that it is hormones and stress, but that is just my guess.

So if you believe in prayer, say one for me and pray especially for K who has to listen to me whine. Laters.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Saturn

Tonight was star gazing. An event hosted by my work for the Greenwich community to see the stars with a lecture from an astronomer. I froze my butt off in a horse field for almost two hours to see Saturn through a telescope. It was cool, but a little bit of a letdown. It looked like someone had taken a tiny silhouette sticker and pasted it onto the end of the telescope. It was a tiny, bright shape with the ring clearly visible. Cool but worth freezing- I don't know.

I did see an awesome shot of the moon-all the craters showing and so close that it seemed like I could just grab hold of it.

One of our kind board members pointed out Orion's belt and the Big Dipper to me. I just nodded and acted like I agreed with her, but to be honest I was not much of an astronomy student. I suppose if things were critical and I had to find Orion's belt I would give it my best shot- but I normally have a hard time figuring out which way is East. I will state that I have an excellent sense of direction, mine just works different than most folks.

All in all it was a fun night with the best part being that I learned that Wintergreen Lifesavers really do spark in the dark. Who knew? Laters.

Life Sacred and Beautiful

These are some things I saw today that make life worth living:

A man and his dog riding together in the car, dog grinning a huge doggie grin as they cruised the road.

A woman standing at a grave in the cemetery, sorrow written on her face

Sher sleeping in my bed with Lambie, ten minutes after she defiantly told me "I'm never going to sleep tonight."

The lightning and thunder and rain.

The crinkle in the corner of K's eyes when he laughs.

A lovely latte and Chocolat Easter bunnies at a French bakery- Merci.

Reag reading his poem.

Ry joking with me.

Pizza warm in a cardboard box.

The smile of a friend.

The moment of inspiration.

The joy of a shared joke.

The comfort of a warm bed with cozy sheets.

My green shoes.

The Word, inspired, alive.

The sound of car wheels swishing by in the rain through the open window.

 

 

 

½ Hearted

Tonight was Earth Hour- A one hour window where all good citizens turn off the electricity in their homes to celebrate environmental awareness. The only glitch for the Mullins home was that tonight was also the "Nickelodeon Kid's Choice Awards." How unfortunate for Mother Earth that she had to battle with slime, teen singers, the cast of the Jonas Brothers and High School Musical and Spongebob Square Pants.

I am sure that you have guessed by now who won, and it wasn't Mother Earth.

Anyway, K and I turned off all the other lights and appliances in the house except for the TV (though K did use the microwave for popcorn, but it was really quick) and felt that we at least acknowledged that we were cognizant of the occasion. Reagan volunteered to turn the lights off after the show was over. Just about bedtime then- so perfect timing. As we turn all the lights off every night; I don't see how it will interest Mother Earth, but never let it be said that the Mullins aren't environmentally aware. Laters.

Summertime Blues

I am looking forward to the days of heat and sweat and the smell of coconut suntan oil.

I am looking forward to saying "Lordy, its hot." And "You could cook an egg on this sidewalk." Instead of "Dang its cold." And "Snow again?"

I am ready for flip-flops and summer hair and long cotton dresses without sleeves. I am ready for watermelon and popsicles on the front porch while my feet bake in the sun.

I am ready for green grass and boat rides and walks to the park in the late afternoon swelter. Ready for tan skin and short shorts and snappy summer sandals.

I am ready for a change.

Mending Wall

Here is the selection for Poetry Thursday. This is a favorite of mine. Good food for thought.

Mending Wall

By Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

L I B M R Ducks (I think)....

Can you see the tiny specks in the distance? Those are ducks (maybe geese?) at the lake across from my work. I am taking a break from the office thinking about how life is not fair with the top unfair things being:
1. Why to I have to spend so much time doing things I don't want to do, that aren't any fun like work, routine oil changes, and yearly check-ups?

2. Why do I have cellulite? That is so unfair.

3. What if these ducks/ geese attack me? Cause they are getting mighty close. That would be unfair since I only want to share their beauty with the blogging community. Even if they are blurry and hard to see.

4. The price of a Starbucks is supremely unfair.

So that is all that came to mind, but the ducks/geese seemed to care less about my musing and mostly just pecked around on the ground.

Back to work for me. Laters.