Good things and bad things – they all come to an end eventually. How profound was that, hey? Don’t worry, there’s no deep and philosophical hidden message here. More like a whining complaining mini rant about things over which I have no control. Because I suck at endings and goodbyes.
Somebody told me I won’t be able to get my favourite erasable ink retractable pen anymore because they’re no longer being made. WHAT?? That was shock number one. I’m kidding, that wasn’t too horrible. Shock number one is that Trifecta is ending and will not be issuing amazing challenges any more! I know, I can’t believe it either. I love Trifecta. This is like when great bloggers just wander off into the sunset and don’t keep up their amazing blogs and you wonder whatever happened to them and hope they didn’t die or something. So all you bloggers out there who decided to just up and quit, please drop me a line that says hello, I’m not dead, if you’re not actually dead.
Our second year contact lens student who will be double licensed in June told me yesterday that she is going to apply for a management position that is coming available soon. When these opportunities present themselves it’s best to make it known that you’re interested and available. I know this, and mostly I applaud her ambition and wish her well. But another selfish little part of me hopes she won’t get it and she’ll stay where she is working with me. Because how is this not way better than anything else you could possibly imagine. Anyway, that’s potential upset number two.
And now, the third shoe drops, (there are always three shoes) I have just received an e-mail from my Avon lady telling me she is quitting Avon and doing something else instead and this week will be the last time she takes and delivers orders. She breaks up our relationship with an e-mail! I want to look her in the face and tell her how incredibly disappointed I am in her, because I was one of those customers who always ordered stuff, even when I didn’t need anything in particular because not ordering made me feel guilty. Okay, I’ve just convinced myself that this ending isn’t such a bad thing after all and I don’t really need to get in her face.
Other endings that are not bad ones:
1. Daylight Savings Time (Who decided that taking an hour off the beginning of the day and tacking it on to the end of the day made the day longer? Some jerk, obviously.)
2. Trilogies. After a long beginning and an equally long middle, I just want the story to get over itself and end already.
3. Illnesses like flu and skin rashes and indigestion and hangovers. Yes, hangovers are an illness. If you’ve ever had one, you know this.
5. Bad relationships
6. Good hair cuts, because that means the bad ones also go away.
7. Candy Crush levels that cause serious fits of anxiety and temporary pattern baldness.
8. Crazy work days and work weeks and all work of any kind.
10. Monopoly at McDonald’s so we can go back to coffee cups with stickers you collect to get a free cup of coffee. That way everybody wins.
So there are good endings. And I know when something wonderful ends it simply means there will be a new beginning of some other wonderful thing, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wallow in misery for a bit and feel sorry for myself and pout and whine about it. It’s my way of accepting whatever happens. Nobody said it was pretty.
Describe the last difficult goodbye you said. Every goodbye is difficult for me. Just ask the people who are foolish enough to phone me. Or ask W, who left for Ontario over a month ago, planning to be gone for 5 or 6 months. Drive carefully and see you later hardly seemed adequate as proper send-off sentiments. Any goodbye is easier if you can convince yourself it’s certainly not forever. Even better if you can just avoid saying it altogether. Especially when loved ones are physically gone. As long as you remember them, they can be close forever.
Have you ever attended a film festival? Not a real one. But lately I’ve been having my own private little film festivals watching Netflix on my computer into the wee hours at least twice a week. They keep making suggestions (if you liked that one, you’re gonna LOVE this one….) and I keep adding things to my “list”. In order to see everything I want to see I’ll have to somehow become immortal.
At what point in your life did you start feeling like an adult? That would be yesterday around 4:00 p.m. The feeling did not last long. It never does.
What are you most looking forward to doing this summer? Watching the grass grow. And then watching someone else cut it. I’ve used up all my holidays until the fall. I have no trips planned. I work four days a week and sometimes cover for holidays. So between working and lawn observation and talking about it here, I’d say my schedule is pretty tight. No one else would say that, so I figured I might as well.
Create a new television show that will delight audiences. Okay, and then what happens? Will I get paid for this? Or are you just toying with me? Like when I’m asked for advice and then told how stupid it is? Sorry, I’m not falling for this one. The most delight I get out of the tv is when it’s turned off. I don’t think that will be a really popular option.
Who do you trust with your biggest secrets? Since I can’t think what those biggest secrets might be, (or if I ever had any they appear to be long forgotten), I suppose I can trust myself to not go around blurting them out to the world.
Recall one of the best teachers you’ve had. Everyone I’ve ever met has taught me something. Life itself is the best teacher. And age is irrelevant. Newborn baby, teenager, ninety year old – everyone has wisdom to share. You just have to shut up and listen, mostly with your heart. Sometimes with your eyes closed.
Do you think smoking should be banned in all bars and restaurants? Yes. And also in all private homes, public places, and parked or moving vehicles. And anywhere else on the planet that’s not covered by those categories. People should be encouraged to find a less disgusting way to kill themselves.
Name a song that always puts you in a good mood. I’ll do better than just name it – listen to this and you will be inspired to figure out your own little happy dance.
When I asked for help in keeping these orange beasts sorted out, my sister told me that Harry is the one who always looks pissed off. And it’s true, she does. She is the only female and the only mom and she has the stupidest name, so who can blame her for her ill tempered little face.
Last night I met a delightful little girl for the first time, got a tour of a beautiful new home, and am now able to put a face and a place together. We are so happy to have her as part of our family and hope this little while can turn into forever. It’s a process I’m somewhat familiar with and know that these things take a long and agonizing time to resolve. Fingers crossed – we’re hoping for a happy ending.
This morning I had my hair trimmed because it was starting to look a little ragged around the edges. And I did promise that I would get myself to a professional when I got the urge to start hacking away at it myself. This time it was blown dry first and then cut – I must say there are fewer surprises doing it that way.
And today is the day my neice had her tonsils out. She’s not six, (she’s over twenty six) so of course she’s heard all the horror stories about what happens when adults undergo this procedure. So far she’s doing very well, dozing on and off, taking her meds, eating freezies and jello and ice. We all watched the Blue Jays game on tv. And watched and watched and watched. All sixteen innings of it, which they finally managed to win over Cleveland.
So baseball season is open before the hockey playoffs begin. Even the weather is confused. There was a huge dump of snow in Edmonton this morning, so some of that crappy weather may be coming this way. W told me the furnace is in and running at last, and his satelite radio has been delivered, so there’s really nothing to keep him home now except perhaps the snow. That won’t hold him for long when the island is calling his name.
And last but not least, I have to confess that when we left the house this morning I closed my bedroom door to keep the cats out of it. Several hours later we came home to discover that I had shut Harry inside of it instead of out, which caused her to be even more indignant than normal. Sorry Harry. But I know you had a lovely long undisturbed nap on my pillow, so if I’m not sounding as remorseful as you’d like, that would be why. So please stop glaring at me, I’m not falling for it.