Thursday, September 11, 2014
The Cuban Missile Crisis, air raid drills and fallout shelters.
My parents whispering.
My friends went off to war...or Canada.
I remember life moving on.
Then I got busy with life. Job, kids, family.
Then one day the world imploded.
Shadowed by that fearful day was another tragedy 2 months later in Queens New York when flight 587 went down.
We locals had our fears renewed until the investigation revealed it was an accident.
A memorial was erected and atop the memorial is a quotation, in both Spanish and English, from Dominican poet Pedro Mir. [Wikipedia]
"Después no quiero más que paz."
Translation: "Afterwards I want nothing more than peace."
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Need a pen, post-it pad, company notepad, an insulated coffee cup or key chain picked up at a convention? Come to my store.
It's a politic way of stating I live with a hoarder. You can't walk in my garage except for the path to the freezer. The shed is full. One bedroom is full. He rents a storage room. He is encroaching on another bedroom.
He gets fixated on projects, then drops them. There are many items purchased for projects that never see fruition. 30 years worth of projects. My own OCD catalogues these items and I can tell you when anything was obtained, how much it was and for what project. I do bring them up when I've had a moment of anxiety. There are many anxieties that go along with this; most of them mine.
Over the years I've tossed things when he wasn't looking.
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum. The giant knows someone moved one of his things. "Where is my..." (stress ball with the crack in it because it's dried out)
Yes, I'm the woman who hides and waits until he leaves for work then sneaks stuff into the trash or pours waste food on top of items so I know he won't go into the trash.
Not asking for sympathy or even empathy from fellow spousal sufferers.
Just screaming it out there today as I'm having a moment.
However, this weekend I was astounded he threw out clothes. Being the non-compliant diabetic that he is, he's lost about 40 pounds in the past 2 years.
He got dressed for a meeting and his pants kept falling off, the shirt looked like he took it off that giant. He's gone from a size 40 to 34 pants. He willingly OMG! tossed 2 suits, a jacket, 8 pair of pants and 8 shirts. I counted.
Then he tried on the 2 suits he had left. One was his father's (d.1991). I'm thinking it's from the late 70's early 80's. It fit perfectly and is back in style. Who knew?
The veteran's group comes tomorrow to pick up what I'm donating.
Just imaging the flurry of activity once he's gone to work and I have an extra box!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 08, 2014
To answer a few Spark friend questions.
Nope, don't like blueberries or raspberries but if I was starving, I'd eat them and I will eat dried blueberries, cherries and cranberries.
As a kid growing up in South Jersey, you knew when it was blueberry season. The air smelled wonderful. The woods contained wild blueberry bushes and if you were as scrappy as me, you spent lots of time "roaming". I know the look of the plants, even the feel of the flowers but I don't think I ate them.
I never saw raspberries until I was older.
There were loads of wild blackberry bushes near my favorite fishing/crabbing spot and I'd load up on them. Yep, right off the wild bushes.
I grew up country-keep that in mind.
Raspberries are too mushy and I don't like their taste; maybe one to many tries of eating the too-sugary things made from them?
I don't know why I don't like the blueberries but can conjecture it has something to do with texture...as I mentioned in the other blog.
I don't like things that "pop" when you bite them such as peas, grapes, blueberries. Even the blackberries fell off my list.
Let's say I've fished a lot, cleaned fish and other things to prepare them for eating. Then there's the whole medical field thing.
I loved cherries with a capital "L" until one day this spring I cut a cherry. It remarkably was a perfect representation, including texture, of a small chicken heart dissection
I stopped cold.
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