February 27th, 2005
What a day it has been. You know how Sundays can be the last day of the weekend and the first day of the week. Tonight I vote it be the last of the weekend and last day of the week, I sure has heck don’t want to start a week like this, well at least not for work.
On a brighter note, we woke up quite early this morning and had breakfast at the Original Pancake House in Poway with the family. I had the German Pancake, the absolutely best dish I’ve ever had there. Then of course the eight hours at work were something less desirable, but coming home to my wonderful husband and a little Panera for dinner was marvelous. Now I’m sitting among friends and so glad to be in such a wonderful place. I don’t necessarily mean the physical place I’m in, but just the fact that I am so happy with my social surroundings. Just a short time ago I felt like I was in a rut and life was just blah blah blah. But now, I have a social life and friends and every Tuesday night is potluck night come hell or high water (with weather of late definitely more likely high water). I am very grateful.
I think I’m grateful because while I was at breakfast I saw an older man sitting by himself at a table. He was just sitting there, spacing out and he just looked so lonely. My mind wandered and I thought maybe this was a place he and his wife frequented on a many occasions. And now he sits there drinking his coffee alone waiting for his breakfast. What do people do when their life partner dies? Would you go to the same places you always went? Would you eat at the same restaurants? I don’t know, if it were me, I don’t think I could, well at least not for many many many years. I recently saw an episode of MONK and the villain killed his wife and packed up all of her belongs right away, according to Monk that was a suspicious point. I don’t know, frankly it’s something I really don’t want to even think about.
take care
February 19th, 2005
“faux pas : A social blunder (French origin)
fauvism: An early 20th-cent. movement in painting marked by the use of bold, often distorted forms and vivid colors.
favorite son: A man favored for nomination as a presidential canidate by his own state delegates at a national political convention.
fear: n 1a. a feeling of agitation and anxiety caused by the presence or immience of danger. b. A state marked by the feeling. 2. A feeling of disquiet or apprehension. 3. Reverence or awe, as toward a deity. 4. A reason for dread or apprehnsion. v. 1. To be afraid of. 2. To be apprehensive about. 3. to be in awe of. 4. To expect: I fear you are wrong (Old English origin)”
The American Heritage Dictionary 4th Edition
Random House New York
February 10th, 2005
Have you ever been a passenger in a car and look over and see a car full of people? Do you ever imagine what they might be going to and coming back from? It could be something terrific like a great show or maybe a sporting event? Sometime you can tell by the expressions on their face or what they’re wearing if the event was a good thing or not so good thing. Of course this type of observation would require a stop light with both vehicles stopped waiting for the green. Even on the freeway it’s interesting to see a car full of people or maybe just two people in the font seat and the back loaded with cargo. Sometimes I’ll imagine they’re on a cross country vacation taking their time to see all the sites they’ve always wanted to see. Or maybe it’s a couple moving to a new place to start a new life together. Depending on the condition of the car I might even imagine a renegade couple running from the law. There are those times at stop lights when you can tell that the time is not so great be it from boredom in the back seat or maybe tears in the front seat. Or when people drive poorly, maybe there is something weighing heavily on their mind, maybe they just found out they have cancer, or even worse someone they love has been diagnosed. Maybe they’re running around town making funereal arrangements and they’re spacing off thinking about that person and miss their exit and cross four lanes to get the next exit. You just never know what’s going on within that vehicle. Then I’ll sit back and wonder what people think when they see me in a car full of people.
take care
