I've decided to partially throw out my 'due diligence' fanaticism. I don't regret this and, probably, none of my family will regret it. This will be an ongoing process as I've practiced it for about 45 years and old habits are hard to expunge.
I still rotate my clothes in my closet and everything still has its rightful place, but I don't worry about my house being immaculately clean. I still have to keep clutter eliminated, which gives the ambiance of a clean house. Until someone is coming to visit, dust collects, sometimes the bed is unmade, the clothes to be washed are more stacked up, and the clothes in the dryer have been in there long enough that I have to put a wet towel in to redry and dewrinkle.
I became fanatical when I started my family. Now that my kids are grown and I see they decided to travel a different course, I figured out I spent too much time keeping things straight and fringing over it. I don't regret having been that anal, after all, Donald has become my 'huckleberry' (he named himself that when he does something that helps or makes me happy) and now he's that retarded, cleanliness freak.
I've done something wrong and I don't regret it. Donald was almost perfect when we met, and now with my help, he's earned his pedestal.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Small Tidings
While I was asleep last night, something visited all my clothes drawers and closet. Everything still says medium but they all feel more in the small range. My shoes are the only things that weren't affected by the small syndrome because they feel like they should be a half-size larger now.
Maybe it was The Grinch that left the small tidings because it is close to Christmas and I could use some new clothes. Not necessarily in the large size, but I think clothes manufacturers have got their sizes wrong lately. The good news about that is those Size 2s are now Size 4s. That's what I used to be in my 20s and 5'8" to boot. I'm still 5'7" and in my 60s but obviously not a Size 4 anymore. I think when I made my discovery this morning, The Grinch was waking me up to make a resolution before it could be a New Year's resolution, never to be kept.
This is the first day on my journey back to a real Medium, which is not a Large, but definitely not a Small.
Maybe it was The Grinch that left the small tidings because it is close to Christmas and I could use some new clothes. Not necessarily in the large size, but I think clothes manufacturers have got their sizes wrong lately. The good news about that is those Size 2s are now Size 4s. That's what I used to be in my 20s and 5'8" to boot. I'm still 5'7" and in my 60s but obviously not a Size 4 anymore. I think when I made my discovery this morning, The Grinch was waking me up to make a resolution before it could be a New Year's resolution, never to be kept.
This is the first day on my journey back to a real Medium, which is not a Large, but definitely not a Small.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Jinx 123
How many times as a kid did you say Jinx123 for 1,000 Cokes or whatever when you said something exactly at the same time someone else did before they could stop you?
I've been jinxed for a long time. Not a bad jinx, but a good one (if there is such a thing.) It seems jinxes come in threes, like the time our water heater, air conditioner and water well pump all went out the same week (when we didn't have any money) when we were living in Leander. Man, we didn't think we'd make it through that jinx . . . but we did! And our kids didn't even know about it.
The time my uncle in California passed away and my aunt sold us their travel trailer for just $1,000. What a deal! Except, pulling it on the way home with a very old Suburban, we spent $2,500 on 2 transmissions (in the desert, no less) not counting the cost of motels and food along the way, the towing charges and the cost of storing the trailer while the truck was being overhauled. That would also be one of those curves when we didn't have any money.
I've been jinxed since I first met Donald. He could step out on his front porch in Gladewater (15 miles from my front porch in Kilgore) and slap such a double whammy on me that I would stand at my Mom and Dad's bedroom window just listening for his tires to come down my little country road. And when I saw his headlights turn into my driveway, I was mashed potatoes. If you see him, don't tell him because I never admitted to him that I lived for those headlights. That's because his Dad often interfered with our dates and would find things for him to do that would either delay him or completely cancel our plans. Mind you, this was way before cell phones, so he didn't have a way to let me know he was on his way or not. Sometimes he would be stuck at his Dad's ranch without being able to communicate to me that he wasn't going to make it. I didn't want to wish too hard so I wouldn't jinx myself.
I guess you could say I'm jinxed by 2 brothers-in-law. One is too funny, one not enough. The one not enough would be Donald's twin - I guess Donald got the wit in that duo (lucky for me!). The other one torments my daughter and she loves it in a scary Formby kind of way. I also have 4 brothers that jinxed me. In their mischievousness, they did pull some pranks on me as they grew up and I'm not sure if it's over yet. Hope not.
When I start reading what I've written, I realize that I have been jinxed in my life (everybody is at some time), but when I write about my family you can replace the word 'jinx' with 'love' and that's what I really mean.
I've been jinxed for a long time. Not a bad jinx, but a good one (if there is such a thing.) It seems jinxes come in threes, like the time our water heater, air conditioner and water well pump all went out the same week (when we didn't have any money) when we were living in Leander. Man, we didn't think we'd make it through that jinx . . . but we did! And our kids didn't even know about it.
The time my uncle in California passed away and my aunt sold us their travel trailer for just $1,000. What a deal! Except, pulling it on the way home with a very old Suburban, we spent $2,500 on 2 transmissions (in the desert, no less) not counting the cost of motels and food along the way, the towing charges and the cost of storing the trailer while the truck was being overhauled. That would also be one of those curves when we didn't have any money.
I've been jinxed since I first met Donald. He could step out on his front porch in Gladewater (15 miles from my front porch in Kilgore) and slap such a double whammy on me that I would stand at my Mom and Dad's bedroom window just listening for his tires to come down my little country road. And when I saw his headlights turn into my driveway, I was mashed potatoes. If you see him, don't tell him because I never admitted to him that I lived for those headlights. That's because his Dad often interfered with our dates and would find things for him to do that would either delay him or completely cancel our plans. Mind you, this was way before cell phones, so he didn't have a way to let me know he was on his way or not. Sometimes he would be stuck at his Dad's ranch without being able to communicate to me that he wasn't going to make it. I didn't want to wish too hard so I wouldn't jinx myself.
I guess you could say I'm jinxed by 2 brothers-in-law. One is too funny, one not enough. The one not enough would be Donald's twin - I guess Donald got the wit in that duo (lucky for me!). The other one torments my daughter and she loves it in a scary Formby kind of way. I also have 4 brothers that jinxed me. In their mischievousness, they did pull some pranks on me as they grew up and I'm not sure if it's over yet. Hope not.
When I start reading what I've written, I realize that I have been jinxed in my life (everybody is at some time), but when I write about my family you can replace the word 'jinx' with 'love' and that's what I really mean.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Unwelcome Surprises
When you are in the moment of the unwelcome surprise, you think you're not going to live through it. Then when a little or a lot of time passes and you start remembering some of them, most of them are quite funny. I asked Donald the other day if he could think of anything like that and at first he couldn't think of one. Then he started reminiscing and several came up between us. One of his analogies would be a turd in the punchbowl.
We were living in Houston when Derrick and Dori were both small children. Donald and I had gone to a ballet in downtown Houston and then to "the" restaurant across the street (it's still there.) We were dressed in sparkly gowns and suits and ties. We had ordered our drinks and were relaxing after the ballet (for me, getting over having to go to the ballet) and were looking at the menus, when from behind I heard a crashing sound and then wetness flooding my beautifully coiffed long blond hair, then down my back saturating my sparkly gown, all the way down to my panty hose and shoes. You can imagine what a strawberry daiquiri looks like on very natural, very blond hair. The only thing I could think about was making the waiter not feel so uncomfortable. Needless to say, our dinner was paid for which turned into a welcome surprise.
We were moving to Houston when Derrick was 5 and Dori was still in my belly. Our shipment of furniture and belongings hadn't arrived yet, so we had to stay at a hotel. Since we hadn't counted on that, I hadn't packed for this event. The hotel had a swimming pool, so to occupy Derrick, I let him go swimming - I don't remember why he had his bathing suit with him. I didn't. Derrick has always been pretty tall, but when he waded out farther then he was tall (still shallow water for me) and didn't know how to swim yet, my only choice was to wade in and save him. This was a most unwelcome surprise because that was all the clothes I had and I was saturated. It's one of those times when you want to both cuddle and punish your child at the same time.
Donald and I live in a very small and modest cottage with no halls and just rooms leading to other rooms. You would think we wouldn't be able to lose each other but we do quite often. There is a pass-through linked by a bathroom from one bedroom to another and each has its own door, so you do have privacy in the bathroom. Most of the time the doors are open and since the house is carpeted we move around pretty quietly. We are often surprising each other as we round the corner. The other day Donald was carrying his week's worth of pills in his hand when we both rounded the corner and he was so startled that he shook the container out in front of him towards me. Well, you can imagine how the rattling medicine man startled me. At the time, we were just getting over the surprise. But the other night when we were camping in Arkansas, we got to talking about that moment and both laughed so loud and hard for several minutes, re-enacting the scene, I'm sure we disrupted the campground. Neither one of us could breathe. And each time we died down, Donald would imitate his rattling the bottle again and we were once again with bellyaches from laughing. It's one of those "you have to be there moments" to appreciate the humor and I think we'll be recalling this unwelcome surprise a few times in the future.
My daughter, Dori, is not to be left out of one of my unwelcome surprises. It actually came in the guise of a nasty neighbor who was always tattling on the kids. We lived in a neighborhood that was still being developed and there were several houses under construction. Dori had a very mischievous friend, Robin, who was always coming up with new and better things to do to put their lives in jeopardy. Dori was about 9 years old when old Mrs. Windbag knocked on my door and asked if I knew (like I would just let Dori do things like this) my daughter and her friend were jumping off the second story of the uncompleted house to the ground. I didn't know, but by the time I got down to that house, the two curmudgeons had disappeared. I don't remember chastising Dori, but I think I probably explained she probably shouldn't do that anymore. And now 25 years later, I hear stories from Dori that make that leap off the second story sound like milquetoast. But it took her 25 years to come clean.
I have lots of other unwelcome surprises like these - they are the kind that you laugh at through all time.
We were living in Houston when Derrick and Dori were both small children. Donald and I had gone to a ballet in downtown Houston and then to "the" restaurant across the street (it's still there.) We were dressed in sparkly gowns and suits and ties. We had ordered our drinks and were relaxing after the ballet (for me, getting over having to go to the ballet) and were looking at the menus, when from behind I heard a crashing sound and then wetness flooding my beautifully coiffed long blond hair, then down my back saturating my sparkly gown, all the way down to my panty hose and shoes. You can imagine what a strawberry daiquiri looks like on very natural, very blond hair. The only thing I could think about was making the waiter not feel so uncomfortable. Needless to say, our dinner was paid for which turned into a welcome surprise.
We were moving to Houston when Derrick was 5 and Dori was still in my belly. Our shipment of furniture and belongings hadn't arrived yet, so we had to stay at a hotel. Since we hadn't counted on that, I hadn't packed for this event. The hotel had a swimming pool, so to occupy Derrick, I let him go swimming - I don't remember why he had his bathing suit with him. I didn't. Derrick has always been pretty tall, but when he waded out farther then he was tall (still shallow water for me) and didn't know how to swim yet, my only choice was to wade in and save him. This was a most unwelcome surprise because that was all the clothes I had and I was saturated. It's one of those times when you want to both cuddle and punish your child at the same time.
Donald and I live in a very small and modest cottage with no halls and just rooms leading to other rooms. You would think we wouldn't be able to lose each other but we do quite often. There is a pass-through linked by a bathroom from one bedroom to another and each has its own door, so you do have privacy in the bathroom. Most of the time the doors are open and since the house is carpeted we move around pretty quietly. We are often surprising each other as we round the corner. The other day Donald was carrying his week's worth of pills in his hand when we both rounded the corner and he was so startled that he shook the container out in front of him towards me. Well, you can imagine how the rattling medicine man startled me. At the time, we were just getting over the surprise. But the other night when we were camping in Arkansas, we got to talking about that moment and both laughed so loud and hard for several minutes, re-enacting the scene, I'm sure we disrupted the campground. Neither one of us could breathe. And each time we died down, Donald would imitate his rattling the bottle again and we were once again with bellyaches from laughing. It's one of those "you have to be there moments" to appreciate the humor and I think we'll be recalling this unwelcome surprise a few times in the future.
My daughter, Dori, is not to be left out of one of my unwelcome surprises. It actually came in the guise of a nasty neighbor who was always tattling on the kids. We lived in a neighborhood that was still being developed and there were several houses under construction. Dori had a very mischievous friend, Robin, who was always coming up with new and better things to do to put their lives in jeopardy. Dori was about 9 years old when old Mrs. Windbag knocked on my door and asked if I knew (like I would just let Dori do things like this) my daughter and her friend were jumping off the second story of the uncompleted house to the ground. I didn't know, but by the time I got down to that house, the two curmudgeons had disappeared. I don't remember chastising Dori, but I think I probably explained she probably shouldn't do that anymore. And now 25 years later, I hear stories from Dori that make that leap off the second story sound like milquetoast. But it took her 25 years to come clean.
I have lots of other unwelcome surprises like these - they are the kind that you laugh at through all time.
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