Part of family life is dealing with problems thrown our way. The thing is; other folks problems become yours when you are part of a family unit. It seems there is always a designated person to take on the woes and troubles for everyone to come running to. In this household that person seems to have become me. No matter how trivial, everything becomes my concern. It's been learn and adapt, think on my feet, and oh hell, fall on my butt, and never hear the end of it. Some of the daily problems I solve, I could almost do on auto-pilot. Where's my ....? The .... doesn't work. Some problems I solve are so recurring, I feel as though I am a broken record in my responses. "Right where you left it, reboot it, and try again... etc, etc.
Other times I actually have to stop to think about it. Sometimes I just improvise, and hey if it works and everyone is happy, job well done. I am only human after all. It's only when I sit down at the end of the day that I sometimes feel my problem solving skills have evolved to the point of being resume-worthy.
If I could write a resume of the knowledge I have garnered over the years, it would probably qualify me to be a Solution Wizard. Some of my highlights would read as follows:
Can set up and troubleshoot a personal family network, sign every last device in the household onto that network, and take complaints about above-mentioned network, even when said network is not the problem.
Uncanny ability to know other's patterns to predict where they may have misplaced or forgotten an item of the utmost importance to them. Skills learned from playing the game Memory in childhood are particularly useful when hunting down items that should be in pairs or multiples.
Personal problems, the use of empathy and sympathy go a long way in calming family when the younger members feel they have been wronged or slighted. Communication skills go a long way with everyone when you can remain calm (even if you are boiling or freaking inside yourself.)
Transferring work skills to the home. Keeping plumbing flowing along, saves money and stress, especially when you can take the lead with confidence, and say, "I've got this--and knowing when you can't!
There are times it would be nice to take a break from being the on-duty Solution Wizard, but I have learned it's not a hat you can take off once it's donned. It becomes a part of who you are, ingrained in the fabric of your being.
I now will share some recent things I have learned in a problem solving role: 1) If the remote is lost, just get an app and put it on your phone. We all have one nowadays, it may as well do yet another duty. While you're at it, track the location of your family's mobile devices, so when they think it's long gone, you can look on the map to better pinpoint its location.
2) Check that stuff is actually plugged in before you go to too much trouble trying to pinpoint other problems.
3) Ask questions yourself--sometimes you learn a lot in the process, and it may lead to a quick and easy resolution.
4) Get everyone else involved, even the best of us can't know or fix everything. Sometimes just a casual mention to someone else will solve a problem just like that, after all, especially when it comes to the kids, you want to train them to be the next in line Solution Wizards! Then when you're old and forgetful, you can come to them! A win-win situation!
I thought to write on this topic as I have a bit of time off work, and have not written anything in quite some time, so feeling very rusty, although there are ideas waiting in the wings! I may have time off from my paid work, but when you are part of a family the time off is not completely leisure ever. During my time off, my family "work" continues, and I don't hold that against them. I just hope I can make them understand that sometimes even the problem solvers get a little tired and need a break from the everyday.
Tuesday, December 4, 2018
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Time's Teachings
We are always asked to consider what is the meaning of life? What if it's just about the journey and growing along the way? We start out with no experience and only instinct and parental guidance to get us on our way. We learn through trial and error, gain experience and hopefully confidence to move on. The interesting thing is we all start off with varying levels of confidence, which can either be built higher and higher, or can hit a stumbling block and take longer to build. Some of us may never reach the level of confidence we should, whether it be a personality issue or experiences which leave us reeling inside, and not willing to try a similar experience again. Others rise above their past failures and soar with hard-earned confidence, ready to face the next challenge that comes to them.
We are at the beginning of a new year, and many of us reflect on the newly passed year to decide what is important to them in the coming year. Maybe we aren't quite at our ideal body weight, or maybe feeling a bit stiffer and older than we'd like to admit. I have been reflecting on my own personal growths, however tiny or insignificant they may seem. Time has taught me I may not always get what I want, but that it is still important to try at any rate. I am (still) learning that fear and inaction can stifle even one's best intentions if you let it prevail, or it can be surged through,and regardless of the outcome, a note of content can be found, in that at least you put in your dose of gumption to achieve something. A recent example from myself: We live in a decidedly winter climate. The week around Christmas saw temperatures dip below -20 at night. Our furnace obviously could be heard working harder, but gratefully, it kept going 24/7 in the extreme cold. Our water was working fine, so all seemed well, until I came home from work one afternoon to be informed by my youngest that the sink wasn't working. At first, I thought she meant the drain was plugged as this has been a concern occasionally over the years. This was quickly clarified to be a lack of running water. This had me flummoxed for a short time, as I thought our heat tape was fairly recent and there was a heavy bank of snow against the side of the house. Upon further reflection, I realized the most recent heat tape applied had to be at least 10 years old.
My immediate thought was, oh jeez, don't know what we're up against here--gonna have to hire a professional. This is a Friday, heading into a long weekend, no way do I want to even try calling anyone.
My past experiences with a lack of running water in the winter came from my teenage years, and it was weeks long affair. We had professionals come in,try to rectify the problem, and have to leave again, with a promise to come back. We did eventually get our running water back, with much gratitude, and an inspiration for me to write a mock epic on the experience for my English Literature 12 class!
This time around, a couple of decades later, I decided to get buckets and water cooler jugs of water to satisfy our basic needs until a plan of action could be determined.
Finally, on the 2nd day of the new year, enough was enough. Even though I was no plumber, I had to try. I was not looking forward to digging out all the ice and snow from the trap door, but out I went. Once in, I found the water line, insulation hanging from it, and the previous heat tape tangled in a useless bunch around a small area of the totally exposed pipe. Off to the hardware store for my previously researched supply list. Apparently lots of people had the same problem, so I was only able to buy 2 of 3 items. (Will be going back to get the 3rd one later!) Crawled down my dug out hole into the small dank, musty smelling spot under the house. Unplugged and untangled the old heat tape, then proceeded to line up and tape down the new stuff. Guessing I didn't do the most professional job, but heeded the safety instructions of not crossing it over on itself. There was more than enough so taped the remaining length up the other side of the pipe for good measure. My helper plugged it in, then the waiting game began.... 24 hours post job I was feeling apprehensive, as nothing happened, so the old feelings of doubt wanted to creep back in. Trying to stay optimistic... At the 28 hour mark kids start shrieking, turns out we were successful, the water suddenly came flying out the open kitchen faucet....
If this had happened to a younger version of myself, I would not have had the courage/confidence to even think about trying this.even if it was an easy fix. Time and experience have paved the way for the wiser version of myself to at least try. The icing on the cake was that it worked!
Time has given me the confidence to go forth, who knows what I may tackle next!
We are at the beginning of a new year, and many of us reflect on the newly passed year to decide what is important to them in the coming year. Maybe we aren't quite at our ideal body weight, or maybe feeling a bit stiffer and older than we'd like to admit. I have been reflecting on my own personal growths, however tiny or insignificant they may seem. Time has taught me I may not always get what I want, but that it is still important to try at any rate. I am (still) learning that fear and inaction can stifle even one's best intentions if you let it prevail, or it can be surged through,and regardless of the outcome, a note of content can be found, in that at least you put in your dose of gumption to achieve something. A recent example from myself: We live in a decidedly winter climate. The week around Christmas saw temperatures dip below -20 at night. Our furnace obviously could be heard working harder, but gratefully, it kept going 24/7 in the extreme cold. Our water was working fine, so all seemed well, until I came home from work one afternoon to be informed by my youngest that the sink wasn't working. At first, I thought she meant the drain was plugged as this has been a concern occasionally over the years. This was quickly clarified to be a lack of running water. This had me flummoxed for a short time, as I thought our heat tape was fairly recent and there was a heavy bank of snow against the side of the house. Upon further reflection, I realized the most recent heat tape applied had to be at least 10 years old.
My immediate thought was, oh jeez, don't know what we're up against here--gonna have to hire a professional. This is a Friday, heading into a long weekend, no way do I want to even try calling anyone.
My past experiences with a lack of running water in the winter came from my teenage years, and it was weeks long affair. We had professionals come in,try to rectify the problem, and have to leave again, with a promise to come back. We did eventually get our running water back, with much gratitude, and an inspiration for me to write a mock epic on the experience for my English Literature 12 class!
This time around, a couple of decades later, I decided to get buckets and water cooler jugs of water to satisfy our basic needs until a plan of action could be determined.
Finally, on the 2nd day of the new year, enough was enough. Even though I was no plumber, I had to try. I was not looking forward to digging out all the ice and snow from the trap door, but out I went. Once in, I found the water line, insulation hanging from it, and the previous heat tape tangled in a useless bunch around a small area of the totally exposed pipe. Off to the hardware store for my previously researched supply list. Apparently lots of people had the same problem, so I was only able to buy 2 of 3 items. (Will be going back to get the 3rd one later!) Crawled down my dug out hole into the small dank, musty smelling spot under the house. Unplugged and untangled the old heat tape, then proceeded to line up and tape down the new stuff. Guessing I didn't do the most professional job, but heeded the safety instructions of not crossing it over on itself. There was more than enough so taped the remaining length up the other side of the pipe for good measure. My helper plugged it in, then the waiting game began.... 24 hours post job I was feeling apprehensive, as nothing happened, so the old feelings of doubt wanted to creep back in. Trying to stay optimistic... At the 28 hour mark kids start shrieking, turns out we were successful, the water suddenly came flying out the open kitchen faucet....
If this had happened to a younger version of myself, I would not have had the courage/confidence to even think about trying this.even if it was an easy fix. Time and experience have paved the way for the wiser version of myself to at least try. The icing on the cake was that it worked!
Time has given me the confidence to go forth, who knows what I may tackle next!
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Brain Work
I found Blogger as an app, and was admittedly skeptical. I have always done my blogs on a laptop with a nice 15.6 inch screen and a full-size keyboard. It was just the way it was done.
My curiosity was piqued though. We use smartphones and tablets for practically every job formerly done on old style desktop and laptop computers. Is it really such a leap to bang out a wordy document on a much smaller screen? Behold I am doing it, and it's not too bad. I can't imagine writing a whole book on a phone, but I am sure it could be done, especially if one did it in chunks, (I mean, who sits down and writes a whole book in one sitting anyhow?) I consider it a good work-out for the ol' bean. I can't let it get too complacent about the way we do things in this ever advancing world. Until the day I can fire whole sharp images and thoughts from my head out into the world, words are going to be the method of communication. I imagine one day being able to express an idea or thought so clearly there will be no chance of misunderstanding. Private as they may be, I have had some dreams that are so profound, or have left such an emotional mark upon me that I would love to be able to share them exactly as they were presented to me.
Communication is supposed to keep doors open to us, but as it is an imperfect art, there are times it fails and does the complete opposite. I have many instances where an idea or thought was so clear and exacting in my own mind, but could I express it? Big fat negatory. I keep many of my "gem" thoughts walled away in the stone vault of my mind, as far away from my sometimes too quick and slippery yap. Some things are just too much trouble to express, so better to keep them for my own private "entertainment". I will share this though, if I am doing a mindless task I do challenge my mind to tell me an interesting story, made up from bits and pieces of dreams, snippets of news stories, trivia and God-knows what else my mind has seen fit to hoard for later retrieval. The latest saga I am telling myself had me doing research if I need to fill in a blank or make "my" story more authentic. Anyone who sees my search history would probably scratch their head, as it is a crazy hodge-podge.
Even now as I am writing this I am remembering a detail I want to clarify.
The mind is a wonderful thing, and if we feed it, rest it, and yes work it, it's amazing the yield we receive from it. It has been a challenge to type even this small piece, but it has been fodder for my mind to play with. It may become a regular occurrence to do a post this way, or it may become another detail in my creativity. Either way it's a win!
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Here I Go Again...
I have been incredibly guilty of letting this blog slide for the simple excuse that I didn't think I could compose it from my otherwise awesome smartphone. My laptop was acting up like the proverbial spoiled brat, and even with the knowledge I have garnered about cranky electronics, I could not for the life of me figure out what was causing it to act the way it was. I finally admitted defeat when I could not access my income tax program--oops, I was late this year. By defeat, I mean I took it to a true computer guru. Turns out, one of my darling offspring probably spilled something on the keyboard, and fearing my potential wrath, thought it better to say nothing. The thing was, though that even with the keyboard being unresponsive, every blank field would immediately fill with backspaces, prompting me to think there must be some dreaded virus lurking in the system, even though the anti-virus hadn't detected any on multiple scans and checks.
The upshot of the whole debacle was the keyboard was now non-functioning, and the backspace key was probably internally stuck down, so that was the only read coming through. It's not perfect, but we have managed to get a work-around. The internal keyboard for the laptop has been disconnected, and I now have to use a USB external keyboard for input. No complaints here, as I got my taxes filed toot sweet after the laptop was returned to me, and now I am free to enjoy it for the many other fine features the geniuses of the smartphone world haven't quite been able to jam into those fine pieces of technology. I admit.for the day to day stuff it's hard to beat my S8. It's incredibly portable, has many cool uses, and keeps me entertained to boot. When it comes time to sit down and bang out anything that requires typing more than a few sentences the laptop is hard to beat, plus there are many websites that are much more complete and easier to use on a full-size device like the laptop, as I found out recently with my workplace website. The app covers the nuts and bolts, but the actual website--best viewed on the laptop--is truly all the bells and whistles.
I am hoping with this return to functionality, I will be more inspired to natter more at night as my blog suggests. It looks like summer is finally coming to us after a long wait of rain, rain, and more rain, so that will just be more excuses to not be writing up a storm during the heat of the day. I've got so many story ideas I have been telling myself in my head, that they are starting to get all mixed up together, so it's time to get them down electronically as well. That's the plan, at least.
The upshot of the whole debacle was the keyboard was now non-functioning, and the backspace key was probably internally stuck down, so that was the only read coming through. It's not perfect, but we have managed to get a work-around. The internal keyboard for the laptop has been disconnected, and I now have to use a USB external keyboard for input. No complaints here, as I got my taxes filed toot sweet after the laptop was returned to me, and now I am free to enjoy it for the many other fine features the geniuses of the smartphone world haven't quite been able to jam into those fine pieces of technology. I admit.for the day to day stuff it's hard to beat my S8. It's incredibly portable, has many cool uses, and keeps me entertained to boot. When it comes time to sit down and bang out anything that requires typing more than a few sentences the laptop is hard to beat, plus there are many websites that are much more complete and easier to use on a full-size device like the laptop, as I found out recently with my workplace website. The app covers the nuts and bolts, but the actual website--best viewed on the laptop--is truly all the bells and whistles.
I am hoping with this return to functionality, I will be more inspired to natter more at night as my blog suggests. It looks like summer is finally coming to us after a long wait of rain, rain, and more rain, so that will just be more excuses to not be writing up a storm during the heat of the day. I've got so many story ideas I have been telling myself in my head, that they are starting to get all mixed up together, so it's time to get them down electronically as well. That's the plan, at least.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
I Despise Winter
I sit writing this as the thermometer reads -25 Celcius. Too damn cold, for those of you not familiar with this method of temperature measurement. I so wanted to start the year on a good note, but sadly, I have caved to the negative vibes the weather has thrown our way. I live in a winter wonderland. If you love skiing, snowmobiling, snowshoeing, or hockey, this is the town for you. As I have attested in a previous post, I DO love the town I live in, I just don't love the frigid temperatures that can set in. I do not enjoy putting on several layers of clothing just to be able to poke my head outside to take care of the business of life. Once outside I have to contend with a vehicle that seems to hate the cold as much as I do. Thanks to a new battery, it starts, but decidedly does so--under protest. I can hear the engine growling for the first few kilometres, and I find myself sympathizing with the reluctant metal, plastic, and assorted fluids as they propel me and my frosty, trusty chariot to my various destinations.
Winter annoys me, because it takes so much more time and effort to do the same things, that in summer, don't require a second thought. I never have to worry about getting out of the driveway, as there is no white stuff building up in a random, nonsensical fashion. Certainly, snow can be beautiful, on mountain tops, on trees... anywhere I don't have to walk on it, shovel it, or otherwise get around it. After it has been driven through, kicked around, or just been there too long, it looses it's charm real fast. I can always tell which of my Facebook friends live where there is little to no snow, as I either get comments on my snow pictures, oh, so nice, pretty, or wow, or I see their posts with more of the same on the rare occasion they get it. At this stage in the game, I am the one liking the countdowns to spring, summer, longer days, etc. The last point brings me to another big reason why I dislike winter. The long periods of darkness. It's cold, it's snowing--oh, and let's now complete the trifecta with It's Dark By Late Afternoon. A few years ago, I was realizing that this is indeed, a major contributor to my pessimistic attitude towards the season, when an observant person with whom I was conversing on the topic; pointed out that it was only downhill until the winter solstice, usually around December 21st. It was a simple point, but one I now hold in the forefront of my mind whenever the dark and the gloom of it threaten to get to me.
The weather is something that we have no control over, just recently though I read on how the Danes make the most of their winters, by doing things that go with the season, making the most of life's little pleasures. I have a list of weather forecasts for multiple cities around the globe. I have a nice mix of places that are way warmer than my current location, but also a few that are almost always colder, such as Alert, and the South Pole research station. I have cities near the Equator that never seem to deviate beyond a few degrees difference, and some that are squarely in either the Northern or Southern Hemisphere. On a night like tonight, I will quietly envy Aden at 26 degrees, or Perth (Australia, not Scotland or Ontario!) at 29 degrees.
I think I will need to put it on a to-do list to escape from winter in the Northern Hemisphere at least once in my lifetime. Maybe, I have just about had enough of the cold, because Australia sounds pretty inviting right about now!
Winter annoys me, because it takes so much more time and effort to do the same things, that in summer, don't require a second thought. I never have to worry about getting out of the driveway, as there is no white stuff building up in a random, nonsensical fashion. Certainly, snow can be beautiful, on mountain tops, on trees... anywhere I don't have to walk on it, shovel it, or otherwise get around it. After it has been driven through, kicked around, or just been there too long, it looses it's charm real fast. I can always tell which of my Facebook friends live where there is little to no snow, as I either get comments on my snow pictures, oh, so nice, pretty, or wow, or I see their posts with more of the same on the rare occasion they get it. At this stage in the game, I am the one liking the countdowns to spring, summer, longer days, etc. The last point brings me to another big reason why I dislike winter. The long periods of darkness. It's cold, it's snowing--oh, and let's now complete the trifecta with It's Dark By Late Afternoon. A few years ago, I was realizing that this is indeed, a major contributor to my pessimistic attitude towards the season, when an observant person with whom I was conversing on the topic; pointed out that it was only downhill until the winter solstice, usually around December 21st. It was a simple point, but one I now hold in the forefront of my mind whenever the dark and the gloom of it threaten to get to me.
The weather is something that we have no control over, just recently though I read on how the Danes make the most of their winters, by doing things that go with the season, making the most of life's little pleasures. I have a list of weather forecasts for multiple cities around the globe. I have a nice mix of places that are way warmer than my current location, but also a few that are almost always colder, such as Alert, and the South Pole research station. I have cities near the Equator that never seem to deviate beyond a few degrees difference, and some that are squarely in either the Northern or Southern Hemisphere. On a night like tonight, I will quietly envy Aden at 26 degrees, or Perth (Australia, not Scotland or Ontario!) at 29 degrees.
I think I will need to put it on a to-do list to escape from winter in the Northern Hemisphere at least once in my lifetime. Maybe, I have just about had enough of the cold, because Australia sounds pretty inviting right about now!
Friday, July 15, 2016
Found Treasures and Idiosyncrasies
I am not quite a hoarder. I mean I'm not like some of those poor souls you see on some of those reality shows who are in danger of being buried or suffocated by stuff. I tend to keep papers. I think it has been so ingrained, ie, taxes to keep documents for years after their relevance. Just in case. I was actually trying hard to break this habit, and was about to toss my copy of transfer papers on a car I sold a few years ago, (that I am sure is now long gone from this jurisdiction.) Something held me back, so I just stuffed it into the HOLD file I have for limbo papers such as this. It popped into my mind while I was renewing my vehicle insurance, so I inquired. I was floored when the insurance agent informed me that I have to keep any copies of transfer papers for SEVEN years! I have parted ways with vehicles that I am certain are in car heaven (or hell) long before that time runs out--yet I am expected to keep the documentation that at one point in time I made a transaction to purchase or dispose of it. I am now on my 6th vehicle in my string of vehicle ownership. By these rules they are forcing me to hoard documentation on the most current three. So I guess I was safe ditching paperwork on the Tempo, Metro, and Swift. Cavalier, Wave, and newest member (affectionately known as Escape Pod!) need to sit in filing cabinet prison for a term yet.
More about the filing cabinet prison. I keep all kinds of paper in there, some neatly filed by year or subject, and other stuff is just labelled CORRESPONDENCE. This is mostly letters, from an era when I wrote a lot of them, and to several people. Most of these nice folks wrote back, so after their replies were read into the file they went--and stayed! Once in a while I will flick through and pull out a few for a trip down memory lane. They always go back, not planning on throwing out memories! On my most recent rummaging, I found another small paper based memory. On one hand I was delighted to find it, and let the memories associated with it come flooding back. On the other hand, I was mildly annoyed with myself that I had lost track of this little treasure. If it was just out in the big world, no one but myself would assign any value to it. I admit today there is no real value, but the memory it can recall. To me it is priceless, and if keeping it means I am hoarding, then so be it. I will admit that keeping that little scrap based on a memory is an idiosyncrasy of mine!
This led me to think of more idiosyncrasies: I always saved the best part of the meal for last. I can remember my Dad asking me why I wasn't devouring steak he made, and I recall stating that I was saving best for last. I guess that was just one of the peculiar things I did that made me, ME. I still have to pull the ripped strands off the TP, as they look like they shouldn't be there. I can leave them, but I strongly prefer to have them gone! I like an empty vehicle before I start singing along to whatever is in the CD player, or on the iPod. It's not that I despise an audience or think my voice is horrible (maybe it is!) but singing to my tunes in the Escape Pod is just my thing that I do. I do it because I want to feel whatever it is that song gives me. As i get older I care less what I look like while I am singing and driving. I am trying to get better about embracing my idiosyncrasies. It's about the small things that give us pleasure. They may seem odd or peculiar to others, but they are what make us who we are. (Excuse me, while I crank the volume mid-song to a really good part!)
So, unless I asking for an opinion, I will happily embrace my idiosyncrasies on a daily basis, and not give a damn what anyone thinks. Don't like something about my appearance? It may just be a favourite part for me, and as I am steering this Life, it will be my decision. There are few things in life that are truly under our complete control, and if it's not hurting another, it's no one's business but my own if I want to be a little weird about little things that are important to me!
More about the filing cabinet prison. I keep all kinds of paper in there, some neatly filed by year or subject, and other stuff is just labelled CORRESPONDENCE. This is mostly letters, from an era when I wrote a lot of them, and to several people. Most of these nice folks wrote back, so after their replies were read into the file they went--and stayed! Once in a while I will flick through and pull out a few for a trip down memory lane. They always go back, not planning on throwing out memories! On my most recent rummaging, I found another small paper based memory. On one hand I was delighted to find it, and let the memories associated with it come flooding back. On the other hand, I was mildly annoyed with myself that I had lost track of this little treasure. If it was just out in the big world, no one but myself would assign any value to it. I admit today there is no real value, but the memory it can recall. To me it is priceless, and if keeping it means I am hoarding, then so be it. I will admit that keeping that little scrap based on a memory is an idiosyncrasy of mine!
This led me to think of more idiosyncrasies: I always saved the best part of the meal for last. I can remember my Dad asking me why I wasn't devouring steak he made, and I recall stating that I was saving best for last. I guess that was just one of the peculiar things I did that made me, ME. I still have to pull the ripped strands off the TP, as they look like they shouldn't be there. I can leave them, but I strongly prefer to have them gone! I like an empty vehicle before I start singing along to whatever is in the CD player, or on the iPod. It's not that I despise an audience or think my voice is horrible (maybe it is!) but singing to my tunes in the Escape Pod is just my thing that I do. I do it because I want to feel whatever it is that song gives me. As i get older I care less what I look like while I am singing and driving. I am trying to get better about embracing my idiosyncrasies. It's about the small things that give us pleasure. They may seem odd or peculiar to others, but they are what make us who we are. (Excuse me, while I crank the volume mid-song to a really good part!)
So, unless I asking for an opinion, I will happily embrace my idiosyncrasies on a daily basis, and not give a damn what anyone thinks. Don't like something about my appearance? It may just be a favourite part for me, and as I am steering this Life, it will be my decision. There are few things in life that are truly under our complete control, and if it's not hurting another, it's no one's business but my own if I want to be a little weird about little things that are important to me!
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Ho Hum...
I'm surprising myself. It's a work night, and I am partaking. Not enough to get toasted, but just a few little drinkies to make my mind wander a little. I am in an all work, and no play, making me--dull? Don't get me wrong, my workplace can be an interesting place to be with a wide range of people. It's just I am starting to feel I have spent a little too much time there. My current time sheet can attest to this fact. There are too many days showing well over 8 hours shifts. I love feeling like I am an integral part of the well-oiled machine, but I am starting to wonder if I can say no. Or if I even want to. I'm not besties with everyone I work with, but I can respect where they all come from. Some have strength in their speed, others in their reliability, and still others in that they are just good all-rounders. All in all a decent bunch.
I can feel myself slip to auto-pilot when the day starts getting too long. Lately I have been making up all kinds of dramatic stories in my head to entertain myself. Turns out my medical terminology is better than even I knew, as I started thinking up an emergency in my head and what specialty doctor to call. At the end of the day I Googled it to make sure even my imagination was accurate. Yep, it was! Guess reading all those Robin Cook novels came in handy. If I had the grades or aptitude I would be working in the medical field. Of course, not everything they do is drama and fast-pace. I'm sure they have some boring, blah moments too. I guess we can thank TV and movies for making everything edge-of-your-seat exciting.
So, here I sit, Monday night/Tuesday AM, contemplating what I will be doing for real fun when I get released from my work sentence. Should I do adult shit, and play catch-up, or should I play hooky from this whole adult BS? I have a milestone coming up, and I have just about convinced myself I don't really give jack-squat about it. It's just a number of laps our planet has done around the Sun after all. I don't feel that number. I think there is a "kid-ish" part of me resisting this whole getting older and wiser crap. Like the quotes crowding my Facebook feed, I still look to the "adultier" adults in my life. The ones who rock at life! The ones blazing the way. The body I wear is serving me well, but it ain't no teenager any more. If I want it to be a temple, I will have to work at it. I will need to decide what is important to me. Do I want to look smokin'? Or do I wanna be front row at a party in my head?
Life has to be more than just what we have to do. There has to be some want to do to break up the drudgery and monotony of everyday living. I can think of some crazy shit I would do with the right company. Stuff that someone "my age", SHOULDN'T be doing, but fuck the "shouldn't police." If I'm not hurting anyone, who has the right to say what I should or shouldn't be doing anyhow? I thought that was the idea of being an adult anyhow. I pay my taxes/bills, look after my kidlets, and yep, there's still a part of me that needs to be me. So, I go on, ho-hum--until the next adventure!
I can feel myself slip to auto-pilot when the day starts getting too long. Lately I have been making up all kinds of dramatic stories in my head to entertain myself. Turns out my medical terminology is better than even I knew, as I started thinking up an emergency in my head and what specialty doctor to call. At the end of the day I Googled it to make sure even my imagination was accurate. Yep, it was! Guess reading all those Robin Cook novels came in handy. If I had the grades or aptitude I would be working in the medical field. Of course, not everything they do is drama and fast-pace. I'm sure they have some boring, blah moments too. I guess we can thank TV and movies for making everything edge-of-your-seat exciting.
So, here I sit, Monday night/Tuesday AM, contemplating what I will be doing for real fun when I get released from my work sentence. Should I do adult shit, and play catch-up, or should I play hooky from this whole adult BS? I have a milestone coming up, and I have just about convinced myself I don't really give jack-squat about it. It's just a number of laps our planet has done around the Sun after all. I don't feel that number. I think there is a "kid-ish" part of me resisting this whole getting older and wiser crap. Like the quotes crowding my Facebook feed, I still look to the "adultier" adults in my life. The ones who rock at life! The ones blazing the way. The body I wear is serving me well, but it ain't no teenager any more. If I want it to be a temple, I will have to work at it. I will need to decide what is important to me. Do I want to look smokin'? Or do I wanna be front row at a party in my head?
Life has to be more than just what we have to do. There has to be some want to do to break up the drudgery and monotony of everyday living. I can think of some crazy shit I would do with the right company. Stuff that someone "my age", SHOULDN'T be doing, but fuck the "shouldn't police." If I'm not hurting anyone, who has the right to say what I should or shouldn't be doing anyhow? I thought that was the idea of being an adult anyhow. I pay my taxes/bills, look after my kidlets, and yep, there's still a part of me that needs to be me. So, I go on, ho-hum--until the next adventure!
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