My morning has been spent catching up on stuff. I don’t feel like being any more specific than that because it’s Sunday morning and Sundays are made for being vague and brain-dead. It’s a new rule I made up just now. My best rules are spur of the moment nonsense meant to rationalize whatever I’m up to. Or not up to. So feel free to borrow them, break them, forget them, or adhere to them strictly. I’m pretty open on that.
Yesterday morning I drove W to the airport (five o’clock in the morning…here am I…driving out to the airport, wishing I could fly….) (apologies to Leann Rimes and the song Blue). I have discovered that making up my own song lyrics is a great way to stay awake while driving. But only when there’s no passengers involved in the creative process.
W is off to Ontario once again, this time on a rather sad mission, to wrap up his responsibilities for his brother who left this world quietly on January 3rd. He fought the good fight, but it was a long and tiring one and I’m sad but thankful he was able to give it up at last. I truly believe he is in a better place now.
We were talking on the way out there about how you get to an age where the people you know and love start leaving this world on a rather regular basis. I guess we’ve reached that age. I don’t mean to sound callous or uncaring, but I remember whenever I talked to my mom and she’d rhyme off a list of all the people she knew who had passed away recently I’d get annoyed. I suppose it’s a necessary evil of living so long yourself, but I found it an uncomfortable subject. Maybe I need to get used to it. The alternative I suppose is to not be around myself to witness these sad events.
So I’m on my own again for a couple of weeks, and the first thing I did to celebrate that was to blow up the microwave. There is something about me and microwaves that defies compatibility. I really thought this one was a keeper, but there you go. It did last longer than its predecessors so that’s something. Although not much to brag about I suppose.
There are still things to be grateful for, although having to buy yet another appliance of indeterminate life span is maybe not one of them. The weather is mild, it is gently snowing, the house is warm and quiet. My neighbor is shovelling our driveway. How incredibly thoughtful and kind that is. This insane cold bug I caught days and days ago seems to finally be loosening its grip on me. I must say I will miss the sexy deep singing voice that came with it, but not the breathy nasal part or the part where I cough up my lungs between verses.
Here’s a Sunday morning song and a virtual drive in the snow. I don’t really get the lyrics to this one, but then nobody really gets mine either. So, watch out, the world’s behind you. Maybe that means nothing at all.
Sunday morning
praise the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you who will call
It’s nothing at all
Sunday morning
And I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you who will call
It’s nothing at all
There is nothing better than a Sunday morning than turns into a Sunday afternoon. I hear a nap calling my name..:)
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Ha – I knew there was something else I was supposed to get around to today….:)
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We have been microwave “free” for about two years now and I do not miss it a bit…Enjoy your Sunday afternoon and I hope your cold bug is on its way out of your system very soon 🙂
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How scary that sounds to me, being microwave free! But kudos to you. We really do have way too many devices cluttering up our lives.
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I felt this way at the beginning and like everything else it is just a matter of habit 🙂
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So sorry for your loss, always such a difficult time. Microwaves haven’t been a problem but other appliances have been, so I can feel your pain and irritation. Maybe when your cold is finally gone, everything will start going a little better.
Lillian
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It is difficult dealing with loss, even when it’s expected. Just doesn’t seem to be something we want to be ready for, does it? xxoo
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Sorry for the loss of your brother in law….
The song is both soothing and sad, but I have always liked it.
I like your take on Sundays….. I cleaned out file cabinets today and took an unplanned nap… it just happened, I swear!
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Exactly how Sundays are supposed to come down. 🙂
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That microwave line caught me off guard. Almost snorted my coffee. I really enjoyed your rule philosophy too. Thanks for sharing your Sunday without hiding the tragedy or withholding the humor.
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Causing just one person a coffee snorting moment somehow makes it all worthwhile. 🙂 thanks ❤
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Blowing up the microwave to celebrate???
What do you do when you are angry?
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Ummm…set the house on fire? 😀
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This was very moving. I felt like I was watching you type this out. (Sounds creepy, I know.) I hope you feel better soon.
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Thx Molly – improving a bit every day I think. You can sit and type with me whenever you want. 🙂
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That ubiquitous cold, aha, you have it too. Hope you are feeling better. That youtube is so mesmerizing. I could just play it over and over again listening to that melodious song. 😀
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I know – something very hypnotic about it, isn’t there?
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