Sometimes life seems to get in the way of things you want to do. Like write here. Last time I wrote here was before Halloween so here is a quick catch up of all my shenanigans.
Water, Water Everywhere: On the Thursday prior to Halloween I went to deliver a pie to book club. I knew I couldn't stay because they had predicted flash flooding and I live over a low water bridge that floods even if there is just a slight downpour. Instead of dashing back from the pie delivery I stayed to eat a quick bowl of soup. In that 45 minutes I drove home only to see a raging river swallowing up my driveway. As I cried on my cell phone to my husband on the other side that I just wanted to get home I knew my fate was sealed and I would have to find refuge at a friends and hike into our property from the back side in the morning.
Spooky: Then came Halloween, we finally were able to cross our bridge after my husband spent three hours digging out the gravel that had gotten wedged into the culvert pipe. I donned my Roller Derby costume and headed out to White Street to give out candy to over 600 children. Only the mom's and the creepy men knew what I was - so much for pop culture. As I stood there in my pink roller skates looking down from the porch I realized that I was over the idea of handing out candy to strangers. My daughter, who is 19 and off at college, is well past the point of trick or treating and I live in the country and come into town to do this. And for the last three years it has been OK, but now I realize that there is an ending to all things - a natural evolution. My time for trick-or-treater's has reached that end. Sorry to say it had to end in a costume resembling a sex worker on skates, but that is just the way it is.
All In My Head: I am irritated by the health care debate, stop talking about it and just do it. I am unhappy that the "new conservatives" have gained momentum and swallowed up a few elections. I am frustrated that I am rushing through things rather than taking the time to enjoy them. I am reading the Lost Symbol by Dan Brown (would be nice if Bible literalists would read it too). I found my Meyers-Brigg and I am an INFJ (the smallest percentage of the population) - Interesting.
