The more I learn, the less I understand

I slept until 11:00 AM! Wow...almost 12 hours. I don't think I've done that, not counting sick, since BFK (before kids). I stumbled into the computer room and took over chair from hubby=man who just woke up too. It's closer than the livingroom, and he was nice enough to vacate the chair. So here I sit, bleary-eyed, writing, waiting for the coffee to be brewed. Hehe, brought to mind the little jingle, "here I sit broken hearted, tried to" ... well, you got it.. And so did I! A nice hot, first cup of the day, cuppa coffee! It appeared, just like magic! Brought by a little Genie.... dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but hey, I'm not going to quibble.

 

I found a great site on the puter. Jango.com. It's individualized radio. I get to pull all my favorite artists onto one site and listen to them whenever I want! How way cool is that? Santana, Jack Johnson, Marvin Gaye, Leonard Cohen, KT Tunstall, Smashing Pumpkins, Smashmouth, Todd Snider and The Monkees, just to name a few, all in one spot! As you can tell I have a very ecliptic taste in music. I love music. It can make me happy when I am sad, or angry, or give me energy when I'm tired. I get the love of music from my Mom and Dad. Sunday afternoons the house would be filled with the sound of either the radio or record player playing anything from classic, Joan Baez, Buffy St Marie, Cohen, Dylan to Arlo. Everyone would be in good moods, all the weekend chores would be over and done with and it was resting, relaxing and talking.

 

We would have the best talks. About politics, religion, social issues, books.... stuff that mattered... and the laughter... my parents had the best sense of humor.... they would get to going, and we would laugh until our sides hurt. I remember many a dinner where I would bust out laughing and snort/spit milk out all over the table if my timing of drink and their punchline was off. Which, unfortunately for the rest of the table, was often.

 

I am so glad this week is now over. It has been very unsettling. Somehow, the rhythm was off. I don't know how to explain it. I am a very instinctual person. I react according to the patterns or rhythms around me. This is why it's hard for me in crowds. There are so many different 'nuance's' I get emotionally spent. This week has been like that. At home and work. Hubby=man is going though some internal stuff he isn't sharing ( he's a man, he dunt need to share/express worries, he has broad shoulders ya know). All I can say is, hahahahha, don't think so. It will come out, give him a day and a couple glasses of wine, I'll get him to talk. And then at work, either they loved me, or I pissed them off because I have a bad habit of pointing out "the emperor has no clothes" and they don't like it when that blaring truth is verbalized. So I walked around off balanced.

 

Then I stayed late (on a FRIDAY even) because I FINALLY got a window office. I get to see sunshine, and the changing light... and over the trees/houses/building line at the sky for as far as my eyes can see, I'm on the 7th floor.  I could have had a window office for a while now, but I've been waiting for the right view. And now I have it. But it took me 30 minutes or so to clean the desk. People are nasty! Spilled things not cleaned up, stains in drawers that papers have covered for who knows how long... ewwwww gross! Happened the last move too. It was into an office by someone who used to go around talking about how nasty 'other' peoples offices were. Her office was nasty! I don't think she ever cleaned off her desk. And inside? Hair, what I hoped was pepper, dust, skin particles, I don't know, it was just nasty. A fine one she was to talk. My mean side wanted to buy a bunch of cleaning products for her and wrap them up in a cutesy basket, but she's "little Miss Thang" and I would have to maintain the mean side for too long it would have been exhausting. She would have deserved it the way she goes around making fun of and talking bad about people. And she has a following of little "No Brainers" who think she is "Little Ms Thang". How do people do that?

 

How did I get off on that? "Whatever" .....

 

I've been up a couple hours now. I am being bad... talked hubby=man into getting the chores all done so we can relax the rest of the weekend.... then when he wasn't looking, sneaked back here.... I am being uncharacteristically irresponsible today.... sometimes you just need a day off. It must have been the sleeping late. Threw off my whole rhythm... hehe, it's my story and I'll stick to it. Think I'll be lazy today.

 

That's me... Ramblin Rosey