The Magic Bag

My daughter asked for something from my purse.  I began digging.  I pulled out a textbook, then a clipboard.  Next I pulled out another textbook and some pens.   My kindle came out next.   I found my wallet and pulled that out too.

My daughter looked at me, and then at my purse.  She whispered “it’s a magic bag.” I told her, “yes, and I’m Mary Poppins.” She didn’t believe me,but asked for my car keys so she could look for the item in my car since the magic bag wasn’t spitting it out today. Yes. It was in the car. That’s why I couldn’t find it in my purse.

Naturally Loud Women

naturally loud women

The above linked article tells about the struggles that naturally loud women have.  Yes, I am one of these women, but I didn’t realize it until I was an adult.  I mentioned to a coworker that I was one of the quieter ones in my extended family.  The response was a stunned “Oh.My.God.”  I have had coworkers hide from me.  I have had people tell me that I intimidate them.  I have been told that I come across as harsh and blunt.  I don’t mean to.  It’s just how I am.

On the other hand, I have been told that I always have a story and I can usually get people laughing.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, my stories are usually very true, and poking fun at myself.  But at full volume.

My car karoke and bar sing alongs are also loud.   I only sing one way – loud and off key.

Here’s to naturally loud women!

Laundry soccer

I was kicking laundry from the bathroom to the washing machine, barefoot. The bathroom door swung shut, just a tiny bit, and I ended up kicking the edge of the door with my three middle toes. Painful!

I ended up with bruises on two toes and, while it hurt, I knew it wasn’t a serious injury, thank goodness.

I told my friend about the insident and he told me that nearly everyone plays laundry soccer, but usually the door doesn’t play goalie.

Later that same day, the bathroom door got my daughter in the eye and a cabinet got my other daughter on the toenails. It was a day of bruises in our household. I think only one of us will be losing a toenail from it, and it won’t be me, this time.

Reptile expo

My daughter wanted to go to the reptile expo this weekend, so I was brought along.

I was not something I’d normally be interested in, but I took a look around and took photos.

This little one was enjoying the ride and munching away on her gummy worms.  She offered me a half eaten one.  I declined.  Just for the record, I didn’t know this child.

I did one round of the expo and wandered into the lobby to wait.  I found a group of random people who were waiting for family members.   We were wondering whose family member was coming out first.   At least mine was answering texts. Mine came out first, after an hour or so.  I waved as we left them. I hope they aren’t still there.

Hot Chocolate Run 2020

This morning, I did my first 5k since my foot surgery. I have been having lung trouble since the beginning of the year, so I was uncertain about going and my ability to finish.

It was the first 5k for my daughter, too. We took it very slow.

We walked it, but we finished. It was the slowest pace of my life.

We did get our hot chocolate and medals at the end.

Winterfest 2019

The amusement park near us has a winter themed event every year. They light up the trees and poles and have photo op places all along the walkway. They have shows and winter themed characters walking around greeting the children. My sister and I took her children during Christmas week.

We went to dinner first at a Thai place. It was delicious. The kids were reasonably well behaved. The man at the next table was not. Why is it that the more boring the story, the louder the volume? He had a ton of stories. Each one more boring than the previous one.

We moved on to the park itself. It was beautiful, but cold. The lines for the rides were long and it was dark so we could see the lights better. We informed the kids that there would be no riding rides that night. They were happy to run around.

We did see a show that the kids sat through. They mostly enjoyed it. I enjoyed being inside where it was warmer.

After several rounds of photo taking, we headed home. I was home way past bedtime, but it was a fun outing. Hopefully we can do it again next year.

Another adventure

I worked yesterday morning, earlier than usual, so I ran into my neighbor who gave me a long story about her stolen car (explained at the end*). I ended up later than anticipated at work. All of our patients came early today, so I left earlier than expected. This is good because I had a date with my cousin.

On the way home, I dropped off empty wine bottles on a friend’s porch. No, I don’t know what she’s using them for, but it wasn’t far out my way, and I had them at home.

Next stop was my date with the suitcase repairman. I had dropped it off last week, and I needed to retrieve it. My friends and family have been teasing me about it, because I had told a friend that I had dates all last week, including the suitcase repairman. I meant it as my calendar was full, and everything but the kitchen sink type comment, but she took me literally. When I mentioned to her today that I got a hug when I picked up my suitcase, she said it was because it was the second date. Well, there’s a reason she’s my friend.

I picked up mail, which was uneventful, other than the information that my daughter got a fixit ticket for not having her registration sticker on the car. It reminded me to do that.

I went to my friend’s business to drop off recycling in her almost empty recycling bin. I chatted a bit with her after making the mail carrier nervous when I parked across the driveway.

I went home to grab library books to return. I transferred stuff from my purse into my library bag. I then remembered the sticker on my car and the suitcase. I ran out to get the suitcase and brought it in the house, but saw Amazon packages, so I brought those in, too. I started to walk to the train stop. Then I remembered the sticker, so I went back to put it on. Check check check. Everything done?

I stopped to buy cough drops on the way to the train stop, so I missed the first train. When I got to the stop, a lady started to talk to me, not in English. She pulled out a notebook and the parts in English had the name of the train, the stop where we were standing, and another stop along the line. I nodded and pointed and she continued explaining, not in English. I got her on the train and made sure she got off at the right stop. Pantomime on a Thursday afternoon. Maybe charades?

I got off at the stop where the library is. Just dropping off books. Not browsing. The guy with the full sized iguana wasn’t getting second glances, but the couple with the stroller was stopped by security because they were trying to use the stairs. The guy with the dog had no problem getting in, either.

I changed train lines. A guy after me jumped the turnstile with a ton of bags and didn’t spill his grape soda. His girlfriend was inside the station with a ton more bags. They put everything down and suddenly their train was there. They gathered everything up and ran for the train. The guy ran back because he forgot his grape soda.

I went to the station to meet my cousin, but I was early. I messaged her and she told me she was still going to be a while, and she asked me if I had anything to read with me. Funny.

We went to the theater and the movie we wanted to see had only one seat available, so we had to go to the earlier showing. The previews had already started, but we made it.

We saw Little Women. It was wonderful! We did call it an early evening, though, and we were back home before 7 PM.

*Several months ago, my neighbor’s car was stolen. The thief managed to get her door unlock code and followed her home. Her car was stolen that night. It was retrieved the next day, because the thief worked in her building and he drove it to work the next day!

Last week, it was stolen again, from in front of her house. This week, she got a notice that her car was evading toll, so she’d have to pay the ticket. They have the photo of the license plates and the driver going through the toll gate right after it was stolen. At least they have a lead. Maybe it’s the same guy?

Christmas cookies

My friend makes hundreds of cookies each year to give as Christmas gifts.  My daughter and I are called in to help.   Along with my daughter’s usual tasks, she added gingerbread man decorating.  My daughter, the art major, decided to have fun with it.These are some of the gingerbread men that she decorated.  She used a toothpick and white and dark chocolate to make faces on them.Jam filled cookies.  More gingerbread menThe middle of the packaging process.So many boxes of cookies We were exhausted after two days of baking and packaging.After the second day of baking, we took ourselves out to lunch.They started us with the preparations.  Limes on the table.Garlic noodlesFinally the main part – crab, shrimp, and crawdads.   I would forgo the crawdads next time, but everything else was delicious, but messy.  Such a change from the cookies.   It was a good, packed weekend.  I did go home and sleep, though.

Anxiety Is not a Choice

Anxiety is not a choice

Spouse of person with anxiety

The above linked articles talk about anxiety. It is difficult living with anxiety and difficult for those living with the person to cope with it, too. Telling the person “just relax” is not helping the situation at all. It’s really not a choice, but just the way the person’s brain works.

Some days are good, some are bad. It depends on many things. Stress level, amount of sleep, diet, medication, etc. It varies from day to day. Each person copes differently. Different things work for different people and the level of anxiety is different from person to person. Many people try to hide their anxiety, but those who know them well can usually tell. Be patient and use tools that help your loved one, after you find out what works for him or her.