Sometimes this complete (though very brief) sentence is weighed down with lots of (WARNING: new word incoming...) extrapredicate-y things:
I love chocolate.
I love to wear pink.
I love running on Sundays.
I love my parents.
That's all well and good, but many times this feeling I have can be summed up without any of those additional qualifiers. Just plainly, I love.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Oh, Sandy
We joke around here about starting up a drinking game where anytime someone says "Before Katrina" or "After Katrina," you have to take a drink. If we really did this we'd all be fall down drunks at any casual get-together...
It's a fact that is tightly woven into the fabric of our lives, but for the most part, I for one have pretty well adjusted... for the purposes of continuing normal life anyway. Even though it's always there, we've responded to social expectations that we "get over it" by doing exactly that. After all, you're not supposed to grieve after a certain point or people start to get persnickety and judgmental.
I always loved this one too: "Well you should be thankful you have your life." Yes. My life. As in, I am still able to take breaths in and out. Of course that is wonderful and deeply meaningful if your LIFE consists of standing still in nothingness taking breaths in and out. Subtract your neighbors and friends and family who live close to you, your local store, all of your photos and mementos with special meaning, your home... and then tell those who have lost all of those very large parts of their lives that it's really all OK, and they should just be happy to be alive. When you're the person on the receiving end of such a comment, it sounds unbelievably ludicrous. And it is.
The crazy thing is, there is no "getting over it." It lives deep within us, but from time to time something triggers its rise to the surface.
It's a fact that is tightly woven into the fabric of our lives, but for the most part, I for one have pretty well adjusted... for the purposes of continuing normal life anyway. Even though it's always there, we've responded to social expectations that we "get over it" by doing exactly that. After all, you're not supposed to grieve after a certain point or people start to get persnickety and judgmental.
I always loved this one too: "Well you should be thankful you have your life." Yes. My life. As in, I am still able to take breaths in and out. Of course that is wonderful and deeply meaningful if your LIFE consists of standing still in nothingness taking breaths in and out. Subtract your neighbors and friends and family who live close to you, your local store, all of your photos and mementos with special meaning, your home... and then tell those who have lost all of those very large parts of their lives that it's really all OK, and they should just be happy to be alive. When you're the person on the receiving end of such a comment, it sounds unbelievably ludicrous. And it is.
The crazy thing is, there is no "getting over it." It lives deep within us, but from time to time something triggers its rise to the surface.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Fancy Coffee Maker Blues
Kitchen Aid: A Haiku
You have but one job
Make coffee in the morning
Please don't fail me now
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Tips for Travelers: Jet Lag
I haven't been everywhere, but I've been a place or two, and along the way I've learned some things...
Especially when it comes to transocean flights, these are tips that I've learned by attending the School of Hardknocks. Do what you will with them, but from here on, you can't say that no one told you.
JET LAG: The DOs & DON'Ts
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