Day 126
I’m sitting up in my office … a quite lovely breeze has started up and it is wonderful after the heat of the day. It’s late and my skin is cooled from the THIRD shower of the day (one while I was fully clothed!) … I am not doing too well with this humidity! Especially because today’s humidity hovered around 26%. I figure when that number starts going up I’ll be in the shower all the time!
In any case, I am sitting here pondering my options as far as tonight’s blog topic and too many things are rushing through my head … my brain is rambling … and nothing comes to mind other than a thousand different wayward thoughts ping ponging their way across my brain pathways.
So, here are some of them …
I have more toys than some 3 year olds … toys in my office. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person with: a miniature Lambchop finger puppet, several ET’s, too many stuffed animal pugs to count, a squeaky pig, a small green turtle, a brown squishy lizard, a Godzilla cup holder … and the list continues. What can I say? I like my toys!
I have a bird’s-eye view of my neighbor’s driveway. I have not yet met these people across the street but I can tell you, as well as Gladys Kravitz, what their daily schedule is … or at least how many times they pull into and out of their driveway. From the volume of cars coming and going I’m guessing it’s a family of 13 living over there! Or it’s a very busy couple!
The saying “Home is where the heart is” is confusing to me. Whose home? And what if your home doesn’t feel like “home” yet? Like mine does not. Is my heart homeless?
And in thinking that I know my heart is in several places so perhaps I’m a gypsy. It’s in North Carolina with Ted, Denver with Sam and friends, it’s in California, Ohio and places in between with others … as well as here. My heart is not settled. How dull if it were just here.
Lesson learned: close the windows before it gets dark out and before the army of bugs comes in to play around the inside lights. I ate dinner on the couch and noticed all the dead little carcasses that had burned themselves up on the light on the table. I’m going to have to remember to close up earlier … and get used to more bugs in my life.
And speaking of bugs, there is a small fly on my screen making me crazy.
The sound of laughter is universal … it always makes my heart happy.
I am needing a water fix. Not just a glass of water … but a body of water. There is something about the pull of the tides that stirs my soul. I am feeling a need for that.
Arthritis is much more apparent in a humid climate than a dry one … ask Mobes. She and I are not doing too well. Glucosamine is on my grocery list for us both.
Burgers … since moving here I have turned into a T-Rex more than ever. Today I got lunch for the electricians and myself at Paradise Pup (seen on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives). I ate half of my char burger for lunch and the rest for dinner. It was fabulous. I’d never make it as a vegetarian.
Lightning bugs … I’ve seen one … or two. For the past two nights I’ve seen one lone lightning bug flitting around my little yard. I don’t know if it’s the same one each night … but I’m glad he’s here! Where are his friends?
Unpacking … when opening up boxes, along with the contents, memories tumble out too making the task at hand sometimes wistfully nostalgic, sometimes painfully sad, sometimes joyously happy. It’s an exhausting job.
The dogs all have new name tags and the metal must be lighter than their old tags as the jingle is higher in pitch. Odd that I’d notice it so much. Wonder if the dogs do?
Got the fly!