Musings

Interesting all of the words with the core "muse" in them. Musings, muse, amuse, bemuse. They all mean such different things.

So it is 12:48 p.m. during year end and I can't sleep. So a list is a good way to empty some of my brain.

1. Saturday and Sunday were so fun with the house full of little people. Who ever knew it would be so joyful to get grandkids together? I wonder if my in-laws felt the same way when theirs numbered into the 40's instead of the single digits. Now that there are more than 99, that can't possibly be fun.

2. Isn't it strange that you can be lonely when you're not alone and not lonely when you are alone? And don't you wish loneliness were something you could swat away?

3. Don't you think car problems are the pits? I won't even give the bad news about Sean's. As for me, $100 to fix the fact that I put power steering fluid in the brake line. Now I need to watch it from here on out...not a good thing for a recovering leadfoot. And why do mechanics use phrases like "slushy?" What do "slushy" brakes feel like anyway? I might find out soon enough.

4. Does every profession have a season that they just dread? Or maybe a time of day or week? For example do deli people hate the lunch rush and theater workers hate Saturday night?

5. I drove past an injury accident today. Also, I was thinking about those poor people in Arizona. I heard the mother of a victim in the Trolley Square shootings talking about his recovery and how hard it continues to be. These bodies are so amazing. They can do so many things. Yet by design they wear out. But they can heal from the most horrific things. And then sometimes they don't. They really can be too, too hurt. One of the bystanders in the shootings in AZ said that the gunman was picking people off and he was close to her and all she could think was, "I wonder how much it will hurt when he shoots me." Sad. Sad.

6. In continuation of 5...and yet, we take so many chances with these vehicles for our spirits. I shudder to think of some of the dare devil things I put mine through and not all in my youth. Stupid things like reaching too high when I should go get a ladder. Don't even get me started on jumping the railroad tracks in SF's car in high school.

7. I wish I knew how many times in my life I've slipped on the ice. Isn't 52 years old too old for skinned knees?

8. If we can have life lists, I want to know how much time I've spent in doctor's waiting rooms reading High Lights Magazine. Who ever came up with the names "Goofus and Galant?" And do you remember those Bible Stories books that used to be there when we were kids? Hmmmm....they are not there now. Victims of a secular society no less.

9. And, yes, Laurie, if I do a blog this late at night it tends to be a little bit of a downer.

10. And I've had the weirdest headache for the past few hours. It feels as if someone is hammering nails into my head. Maybe it will drain out some of this yuck!

Thanks for the outlet!