I've been very emotional the past few days. Every time I turn on the news and realize Katrina's devastation I get choked up. And dropping off my oldest for his first day of middle school didn't help me keep the tears at bay. (Why is it that vaccinations and "firsts" makes me cry more than they do?) So I thought some diversionary tactics were in order.
Today my husband was trying to deconstruct Jimmy Buffet:
"So, if he's there for the Labor Day Weekend Show, that's Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Those must be the four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze, so why is he looking forward to Monday? Shouldn't it be 'Come Tuesday'? Does Labor Day weekend start on Thursday?"
I say: "The man was drunk every time he wasn't stoned (i.e. Margaritaville) so maybe after the Labor Day weekend he blacked out until the next Monday."
Yeah, we're deep thinkers.
While working on the roof last week I heard a very strange series of sounds. The breeze and the echoes of trees near the Sound can do strange things, but I think I have it narrowed down to one of three things:
A) Pre-teen girls frolicking and shrieking in a neighbor's pool.
B) Toy poodles either fiercely defending their turf or being ruthlessly tortured.
C) Seagulls being mauled by sea lions.
In all honesty, I don't know which it was.
I experienced near-nirvana today in such an odd place. I had taken my boys to the local golf club to practice chipping. (I know that makes me sound knowledgeable but I really don't know anything about golf-the sign said "Chipping course", that's how I know.) Next to the putting green practice is a chain link fence lined area with a few holes, sand traps, and areas with grass of varying lengths. The boys were able to hit some golf balls around while I sat on the edge of the grass next to the fence watching. Since I had left my book in the van and was too tired from roofing to get it, I just sat there for a while in the quiet on soft well-kept grass with a slight breeze and the sun sinking low. I laid back watching the wispy clouds and wondering how long it had been since the last time I took in blue sky while lying on my back in soft, non-weedy, actually green grass. It was so comfy I almost fell asleep, but the fear of being shushed by nearby putters through the chain link kept me from dozing off. The only thing I was lacking was a chaise longue and a drink with an umbrella in it--heaven on a stick it was! I think we'll be chipping often. I need the peace.
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I am so happy you have found your peaceful moment. I had a very theraputic moment the other day. We gathered at the Millers for dinner and ended up watching a beautiful sunset in the west with a MAJOR rain/lightning storm in the east. As the lightning let up, the rain came down in truckloads. I couldn't help myself. I ran straight for the gutter splashing away like a child while all the "more mature" adults watched in shock. My neice joined me and we had a waterfight of a lifetime. It was as if all our frustrations, fears, stresses, sorrows and whatnot from last week, washed down the gutter as we stomped them away. I am so revived until the next storm. I pity the onlookers who missed such a joyous opportunity.
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