ONE: I have decided I will continue blogging – though what form it will take, I do not know. Perhaps it will be a set Mon/Wed/Fri or perhaps I’ll just blurt what’s in my head at that particular moment. Since I’m still on my “break” (not brake, Mom) for the rest of September, I’ll continue mulling and get back to you with a plan.
TWO: I’m taking the rest of September to “Un F**K My Life” – or at least attempt it. What is UFML, you ask? Well, you try to get rid of all the “I should…” or “I have to…” things in your life. Like, for example, I should get a bra fitting so that when I get my next fully clothed x-ray at the chiropractors, my boobs are touching my belly button. And, I should call the dentist and have him look at that tooth he was supposed to have fixed that suddenly radiates pain when I chew. And, I should take that dress to the dry cleaners; the one I wore in January to the party before I have to wear it to the same party next January. Things like that. Things those aren’t so important that if you don’t get them done, parts will fall off but that you should get done so they aren’t constantly sucking up your feelings of winning at life.
Although that tooth thing is kinda important. I'll move it to the top of the UFML list. That will suck if it falls off.
THREE: A friend is in town - like known me since I was twelve old friend - and, as you do when you’re reminiscing, he mentioned a guy that he grew up with and I had an instant bubble-giggle, totally emotional reaction right in my throat to the guy’s name. Like got flushed, heart racing, happy, hysterical for no apparent reason. Like when you have moment with someone and every time you think of that moment, it makes you happy. Like the time years ago when Husband and I were remodeling our first house and for some reason he said “something… something… ass castle.” And then, for hours and hours and days and weeks he could not stop cry/laughing over "ass castle." And, to this day, if you say “ass castle” to him, it will make him chortle. This guy’s name did that to me. But I had no real concrete reason, no memory to back up why the name "Flash" would send me into bubbly giggles.
Flash is not his real name by the way. His real name is equally awesome but, on the off chance that someone who reads this knows who he is and shares it with him, I’m choosing to use an equally awesome but totally giggle inducing nickname.
Anyway, I don't know why hearing the name Flash makes me giggle like someone tooted in yoga. I think one of my friends was sleeping with him but I can't remember. And by one of my friends, I really mean one of my friends not, “my friend slept with him” and that “friend” was really me. I did not and would not have slept with Flash.
The thought of that is sending me into more giggles – seriously typing this through sniggers and tears.
Anyway, for all of this emotion that hearing Flash’s name has brought up, I still don’t have a concrete memory to back it up. And that is going to drive me nuts for days and days. I’ll be tickled silly while I puzzle over the mystery but still frustrated as I reach for that elusive memory that was my interaction with Flash. Ain’t life a kick in the pants!
FOUR: Everyone I know sends me owl stuff – memes and photos and videos and cards and stuff – but the owls are no longer in the yard because a red tail hawk has moved in. Also missing; the bunnies at the bottom of the garden and the dozen baby deer that have been having sleepovers in the yard. They all might be hiding because last night our new friend, Coyote was hanging about or Red Tail might have eaten them all. No real point to make here. Just that the owls are only heard not seen these days. Technically I’m no longer the owl lady which is kind of sad. Not totally depressing sad because Red Tail likes to dive-bomb the den window and my face every once in a while when hes not sitting on the telephone pole and shoot me haughty looks of derision. Hard to be depressed when you’re getting dirty “I’m totally better than you” looks from a hawk.
And you have a friend named Flash that makes you giggle.
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