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January, 2005
January 31st, 2005
You know what? I like spending time by myself. It is so rare, but every once in a while it’s really nice. I think my favorite thing to do by myself is grocery shop. Now once I get home I don’t particularly like bringing everything up to the second floor. But there’s something nice about walking the aisles at the grocery store. When my husband and I first started dating that was one of our first dates. Yup a trip to the grocery store. At the time I said I didn’t like going alone, maybe in retrospect I just preferred going anywhere with him. I still feel the same way, going anywhere with him that is even the grocery store.
The only odd thing about spending time by yourself is the lack of human communication. It’s very weird for me not to talk, really just ask my husband. I really am quite a talker. When I was in seventh grade I won a talking contest. My teacher was trying to keep us occupied in the classroom while we were waiting for our turn to shine at the Christmas pageant. I’m still a talker, but I’m only a talker once you get to know me.
Until next time.
take care
January 28th, 2005
Do you think Maury Povich sleeps at night? Who thinks of this stuff? I was on jury duty a few weeks back and there was a ‘squawk box’ in the jurors lounge. It seems that all that came across the air waves were these off the wall talk shows. How funny if you think about it, members of our community chosen to perform their civic duty are being entertained by the likes of Maury. One moment an individual is watching who fathered what baby and the next he or she is called out of the room and joins 11 other members of society to decide the fate of one or more individuals. Maybe one of the questions asked of the potential jurors is how did you spend your time in the juror lounge? To be honest I was not super productive, I did a few fill in puzzles, played a little solitaire on my palm pilot, read a little, and rested my eyes and bowed my head for several minutes at a time. I think for now I’ll do more of the same and maybe add a little dream or two.
take care
January 27th, 2005
Do you ever think about the poems of Emily Dickinson? From my understanding her poems were only published well after she entered the realm of her favorite topic. My memories of Miss Dickinson include poetry of death and sadness. Let see, she was around in the 1800s and probably didn’t write to be published, maybe she was crying out for help with a psychological struggle. I like her work because you really have to decipher her details although the topic seems to always be the same. I unfortunately do not have much experience with other poets, except the high school old favorites: Frost, Shakespeare, and I seem to recall a Longfellow or two. Her poems don’t have true titles; the first line of her poem became the title. I wonder how she feels about that, and where Miss Dickinson is right now, maybe she’s writing poems with distinct titles and maybe a new subject matter as well.
A young adolescent attempts the style of Emily Dickinson
Emptiness is a House for Sale
Emptiness is a house for sale
In and out people walk
Never in they may stay
Alone I am her in dismay
I look so new and fresh
With a bright dull shine
No one can see way deep inside
I feel so alone ashamed to cry, so I hide.
-KB
take care
January 24th, 2005
Breakfast on Sunday was absolutely fabulous. It was great to meet Joni; she is so down to earth. What a great lady. I am so lucky to have such great friends.
Do you ever notice the birds that take flight during the day? How do they learn to fly? Is it a process, are there permits and classes that must be obtained and mastered? Are there patrol birds that make sure the skies stay safe and friendly? What about yielding and right of way? Seriously, it’s amazing to just watch the flight of a winged creature, how wonderful it would be to grace the blue sky and move through clouds. I wonder what flying through a cloud would feel like. Would it be sticky like cotton candy or soft and fluffy like your favorite blanket? Ahh to be a bird flying through the air. . . but you know they probably have stress too, well bird stress. Let’s see, what could a bird stress over? What about migrating in time for winter? They might miss the caravan and have very poor navigational skills and end up in, oh I don’t know, Wisconsin for the winter. What about the difficulty of getting up in the morning to catch the worm? It could be quite possible that not all birds are morning folk. What amazing little creatures.
take care
January 23rd, 2005
What a terrific day! We started the day off with a little breakfast with the family. We went to Perry’s Café in Old Town and had a wonderful time. This too is becoming somewhat of a tradition. Every other weekend we try a different place for breakfast, we’re thinking brunch next time. It all started as a friendly competition for who knew of the best breakfast place in San Diego. Now it’s become an excuse to get out together and make some memories. Our next venture will be Rei do Gado, at least that’s our plan.
Tomorrow should be a great time as well; we’re meeting Kristin’s Mom for the first time. Once again a breakfast meal shall be shared this time at Hash House a go-go.
Do you ever wonder why some people are so particular about their car? I know I am. As a matter of fact only a select few have ever driven my car and I intend to keep that a short list. I don’t like to decorate my bumper with my political or personal views on any topic. Yet other folks don’t really care if their bumper has permanent adhesives for the presidential election of 1992. Others care only about the car and what it is and what it says about them. As for me, I like my little black Saturn. I get to where I want to go comfortably. I really could care less what other people think this vehicle says about me. Some people buy a car to attract the other sex and as I said last time some make their choices to compensate for other issues. Does the type of car you drive really say something about the person you are? I think not. It’s a compilation of metal, rubber, & plastic put together to get you from one place to another. This meshing of material is expensive. It makes me wonder if a car does truly represent who you are, what kind of vehicle would I be? I would hope to be something reliable, safe, and classy. I would not want to be flashy or pretentious. Just some crazy thoughts before I turn off the headlights and put her in park.
take care.
January 21st, 2005
Okay, if you choose to purchase an SUV, large truck, or luxury vehicle that is fine, it is your decision to spend your money how you see fit. Please do not kid yourself though; if you have made this choice the vehicle you are driving is not compact. I on the other hand have chosen to drive a smaller more economical car, allowing me to park in stalls that say compact.
Now, I’ve heard that some men choose to drive such large vehicles to compensate for other issues, (we’ll leave it at that), so why on earth would you park your compensation in a place labeled compact. Now really, let’s think about this.
I am so glad it is finally Friday and my work week is over. I’m looking forward to these next four days off.
take care
January 19th, 2005
Have you ever been in a terrible funk and hear a song that brings you right out of it. Isn’t it amazing how sounds put together to make music can change your mood. You know what too, if you choose to play a song that you’re hoping to get you out of the funk, it probably won’t work. It has to be spontaneous. Almost like fate has to have a hand in the end result. For me too, the music usually has to be an instrumental and usually a nice classical piece. This very evening on my way home from work I was listening to some classical music and cannon in d was being flung through out my car from the radio. I know for some musicians this particular song is not very fun or interesting to play, but for me it brings back some wonderful memories.
If you could be a musical instrument, what would it be? Although I am only a beginner cellist, I love the way that instrument sounds and looks. It is absolute class and grace. It’s not as busy as the violin or pretentious. The cello is a true down-to-earth instrument. For these very qualities I would be a cello. Unfortunately, some days I feel like a kazoo. Today seemed like I was the kazoo in a violin world.
take care
January 19th, 2005
I am glad today is over, although it is just about tomorrow. It was not the best day at work, but the evening ended with a wonderful meal shared by friends. We’ve started a weekly tradition at casa Shea, and to me there’s nothing more enjoyable then breaking bread with friends. We’ve added another electronic device to our collection; this one is Albert-a-go-go. I’m sure Hash House was on the brain, which is another great place to share a meal by the way.
We almost adopted another cat, but fate chose differently. Probably better to keep it to a two cat household, I do like breathing after all. You know what makes me happy, seeing a crazy man sitting at my kitchen table surfing, listening to music, and enjoying Albert-a-go-go and our crazy cat trying to eat the plastic it came in. I’m off to sleep now, with thoughts to ponder and wonder what tomorrow will bring.
take care
January 17th, 2005
I must have typed, deleted and retyped a few times now, not sure what exactly I want to share with the world. I’m sitting here at my kitchen table listening to a little Martha’s Vineyard Radio, one of our favorite stations we’ve found.
Today was an interesting day for me, Monday it was, but you wouldn’t know it by my work load. Usually Monday is the busiest day of the week for me, but being a holiday it was nice I got lots of extra stuff done at work. Tomorrow I’m sure is another story, I’ll have to remember to pack my roller skates.
The best part of my day though was coming home and then spending the evening with my husband and some great friends. We had a little dinner, a little chocolate and an absolutely great time.
As time goes by you, the world, will learn about me a little at a time, but for the time being I’ll be like “Maria” a wonderful mystery. And for those of you who do know me, maybe you’re learn a little more.
Take care
