Tuesday, September 20, 2011

the unexpected

Oh, how the days go by. The same until there not.

Recently, my sister visited some relatives we have been estranged from for some time while passing through Arizona on a road trip out West. During the visit, an Aunt that we haven't been in contact with for 20 years gave her a box filled with the writings of a relative that passed away almost 25 years ago.

I waited in anticipation for over 72 hours for a chance to talk with my sister. This waiting got me through one of the most stressful weeks I have ever experienced at my current job. I waited for her to find a quiet hour when she could recount in detail the conversations of an evening spent with the past.

And, it would seem the writings reflect the stories my Mother has already recounted to us as young children- at least those read to me aloud over the phone by my sister.

But, what is perhaps most interesting to me is the fact that a piece of history that I had compartmentalized and so easily packed away, could come tumbling back out without my own psychological doing. Lucky for me and my sister, my Mother had the foresight to deal with death and dying in such a healthy and honest way that my sister and I process these new artificats of time with a healthy dose of curiosity, rather than some longing to figure out a mystery that simply doesn't exist.

Thought of the Day: Keep writing- it's in your blood.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Oh goodness

This evening after bathing and preparing to shut down the house for the eve, the blond fox asked if I would mind taking out this evenings leftover fish from the oven and put it in the fridge. Unfortunately, I happily agreed. I reached in the oven retrieving what initially felt like a solid piece of fish wrapped in foil on a cookie sheet. However, once I removed the item fully from the oven, fish jizz proceeded to pour from the aluminum foil all over the wood floor in the kitchen and all over my freshly bathed toes. And as a single profanity boomed from my vocal chords, echoing through the house, I of course had to ask the blond fox why he cooked the fish in a swimming pool of some unidentifiable liquid. Salad dressing and olive oil it turned out to be.

And now despite a second toe washing and sanitizing of my kitchen floor, my kitchen smells of fish and there is a piece of fish wrapped in foil that I know with 99.9% certainty will be trashed, untouched and uneaten by the end of the week, but at least this little bedtime snafu provided me with some bedtime blog fodder.

Tip of the Day: If you are not responsible for cooking it, don't assume you know how to handle it.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Watch Your Flailing Limb

Words are not as they appear and faces quell the ghosts of time.

Tip of the Day: be ok with today, and begin, once again.