Half-Nekkid Thursday #2

Half-Nekkid and Inside-Out
my scar and my gallstones

Road Rage

So I’m leaving the local Stop’N’Shop the other day and a large SUV pulls into the lane I’m exiting but dead center, not leaving room for other cars to pass. So I stop and apparently I’m shaking my head from side-to-side which didn’t sit well with this guy. So when he manages to finally adjust his vehicle into the proper lane he pulls along side of me and very defensively asks me if I’m shaking my head at him. Now I’m thinking the guy is paranoid, but I realize that I probably subconsciously did do this. Which brings me to this question…Does it really matter? Is it worth confronting someone over? Because the way I see it, I’m in the confines of my own car watching the dumba$$ fail to navigate his vehicle with regard to others AND I’m not yelling “d!ckhead” out my car or flipping him off or anything, so is shaking my head really something to get all up in my face about?

Did I fail to mention that I recognize this fella from town – he owns the local repertory theatre? So I tell him that I recognize him from the theatre which throws him all off of his rant just as I was hoping. I wanted to let him know I’ve been a patron at his establishment and let it run through his mind that I might tell other people in town how the crazy bastard that owns the theatre was going off on me. Now it’s 5:00 in the afternoon and in the direction I was driving the sun is blazing in my face. He was driving against the now settling sun but had the audacity to make up an excuse by saying “the sun was in my eyes” and proceeds to put his dark glasses on. I almost started laughing.

Half -Nekkid Thursday

Happy HNT!
A 70's era ensemble
Celebrating the first ever HNT

Summer Ends

Daylight hours are diminishing and Fall is around the corner. Just like the seasons of Life. Life is precious, enjoy each day to its fullest. Enjoy each season to its fullest. Enjoy the seasons of your life.

Glorious Sunday morning

It's a glorious Sunday morning. The weather is beautiful. Breakfast and coffee, windows open wide, Autumn upon us, mums around the yard, lasagnas and apple pies, jazz playing on the local radio station.

Tribute

Etnie ~ R.I.P. 5/12/02 - 9/12/06

Funk

I can feel myself diving into a deep and rapid funk, just in the last 24 hours. I don't know if its one thing bringing me there or if its a culmination of many things. But because I'm feeling predisposed to these feelings, now every other little thing is like another little weight pinned onto my person weighing me more and more down.

I really wish I didn't have to be at work today, because I have plenty to do at home that just might keep me preoccupied. But on the other hand I may not use that time wisely and fall into a deep sleep to avoid thinking.

Remembering...

May we never forget September 11, 2001

September Sky

Our beautiful New York skyline
devastated by terrorist attack
Brothers ... somewhere on our planet
remorse they seem to lack
Precious lives taken
will their families heal?
A Nation altering event
images too horrible seem unreal
In the days before us
we pray truth will unfold
The face of the enemy
dark and cold
Will our children know true peace
or political duress?
As a country we pick up the pieces
Life goes on ... I guess


9/11/01

Should auld acquaintance be forgot?

For those that don't know, this is scottish meaning should we forget old acquantances. Maybe....sometimes, and sometimes we just have to take the first step in reacquainting ourselves with an old friend. After our first step, we'll know whether or not it was a fleeting moment, a mistake, or the last time we'll hear from them.

That being said, I had two very good friends that I used to work with and one crazy summer we became especially close. Unfortunately it was due to one of their divorces. We stuck by Marie's side as much as possible to get her through this rough time. Good times resulted.

Fast forward from 1998 to 2003. Winter was upon us and I can't quite remember how it came about, but that Christmas-time the three of us got together at a local coffee joint and reminisced. It was nice. Judy now had a baby and Marie was moving to Vermont. Boy how things had changed. Again, fast forward to the summer of 2004. I was planning a trip to Disney and Marie had communicated to me that she now lives in Florida, an hour north of Disney. So we planned a get-together while I was on vacation. We had a nice day together over a bottle of wine. We continued to communicate but at times the communication would wane.

Fast forward to early 2006. Marie and I started communicating through instant messaging. This would usually happen late at night and sometimes we'd get so silly we'd practically pee our pants. We would also have some very deep conversations about life and love. So again, we planned a get-together for August when I would be in Disney on vacation. But sadly, it never came to fruition as I needed to stick to my vacation plans on the day she hoped to visit. I felt bad but thankfully she wasn't upset. We continue to talk through instant messaging. And we're becoming familiar with one another's lives all over again. I often think it's too bad she's so far away.

Neither of us have heard from Judy since the Winter of 2003. I told Marie I would send a card to Judy and bought one of those funny cards and placed a note in it. I will mail it today and will be curious to see if she responds. It seems she no longer works where we once all worked together. I only hope she's at the same address as its the only way I know to reach her.

I did have two other people I was extremely close to from that workplace. Michelle, but her life is in a much different place now, busy with small children. I don't expect to ever see her again. And of course someone who was probably my very best LIFE friend. But he and I have moved forward and left one another behind. I have referenced him in previous posts as the old flame who drove by the house one afternoon as I was cutting the lawn.

You know in the movie "The Prince of Tides" when Nick Nolte's character ends the relationship with Barbra Streistand's character to go back to his wife, but every day as he drives over a bridge in his convertible he whispers her name as he drives over the open air as a prayer, as a mantra. So touching. I do quite the same in honor of the old flame. It's a wonder that people I walk by on the sidewalk at work don't think I'm a mental health patient. Only my mantra is "D!ck head." I find myself doing it without even knowing. I guess I'm harboring some resentment.

Have an "Ernesto" weekend

As Sheryl Crow sings, "Are you strong enough to be my man...."

Today at lunch, a co-worker pronounced, "you are such a strong woman." Not the first time I've heard this, especially recently. My ex was compelled to tell me the same a few weeks ago. Which gets me to thinking, does my strength scare people? I am what I am. This is the A-B-C's of me baby!

Do people only see strength and not realize there is vulnerability, sensitivity? Does this work against me, especially in personal relationships?

She also told me how white my teeth look. Another "second" for me. My kid's orthodontist's receptionist told me the same thing yesterday. What is up?

So the co-worker and I had lunch at the local deli. I walked in and playing loudly was Steely Dan. I saw the Deli owner at the concert, but he and his wife didn't see me. We chatted about the concert the other day and come to find out, he's a Steely Dan freak like me. After some conversation I found out he doesn't have any Steely CD's at home so I burned 4 CD's for him and happily delivered them the next day. He had a big smile on his face like a little kid getting the best present. Did my heart good. Well, he has been enjoying the music and thanked me again today and asked me my first name and told me his name is Joe. A new friend.

The long Labor Day weekend is upon us and it appears that in New England we will have an "Ernesto" weekend full of heavy rains.