... smiles, and stuff ...
i have too much "stuff". i
wandered around the house last night, peeking into cupboards and closets, then feeling
overwhelmed and closing them very quickly. Some items are going to be easy to deal with,
such as the set of fine china from my first marriage. i will pack these up and give them
to my daughter. After sitting in a cupboard for at least 5 years now, i doubt i shall ever
use the dishes again, no matter how pretty they are. i do recall how much pleasure i took
from them when i first received each place setting as a wedding gift, but that seems so
very long ago.
Bizarre thought of the day. When i move, i will
be giving up my phone number. i know that seems like a trivial thing, but i have had this
number longer than i have had my children! Well okay, only by a few months, but 19 years
is a very long time. Why does it feel like just yesterday? Was i ever that young?
i went to a walk-in clinic yesterday, about my
rash. The doc was very friendly, but not a huge amount of help really. He nodded
thoughtfully, said "yep, that's a rash", then wrote a prescription for some
antihistamine to dull the itching. After a bit of prodding, he admitted that it was
anybody's guess what was causing it, although from the appearance alone (actually very
minor-looking) he was able to conclude that i am not contagious. He felt it was most
likely something irritating my skin; a type of allergic reaction. Or stress.
uh huh
one sure way of clearing out my
office has been to set the radio at a station nobody else likes. This morning however, i
nearly left myself as yet another yodeller took over the air waves. i alternated between
being fascinated that someone can actually do that with their voice, to resisting the urge
to plug my ears. But there are other features to the station i have chosen, that i really
like. Such as hearing Master's strong voice telling a story. i have been listening to an
ongoing saga, of a small town girl being killed by her husband. The story starts out at
the end her death) and goes back in time to the events leading up to her demise. i was
absolutely delighted when i discovered that Master was one of the narrators. It's annoying
when the phone rings however, disrupting my listening pleasure.
the quest to change the appearance of my
webpage continues. i am making progress, but have decided the java-script ideas i
originally had are just not worth the work involved. Plus it seems to slow the loading
time of the page. So i am back to concentrating on putting in only what is friendly to the
eye, and trying not copying anybody else's' ideas.
small thing, big impact: Master's
daughters' smile. No matter how stressful the past months or so became, i could always
count on being cheered up by her youthful exuberance and good-nature. And she has
the best giggle :)