Saturday, July 31, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Lovely Jack..
...is in our charge this week. Our friend Toni is spending the week at Chautauqua on a business trip. Her company is sponsoring writing workshops this week and she got to be the designated person to go. Brilliant!
Bob and I get to be Auntie and Uncle to Jack, her dog. Toni is a "back door" neighbor...and the other night I went to her house and Jack met me at the door with a small jump up and a walk away..."Oh, it's you" kind of moment. Happy wagging of tail involved but pretty much a family moment. Jack is having a hard time adjusting to our not frosty apartment.
Toni loaned me an iPod for my forays to the gym. YES...I have joined a gym and I am going to a softer version of Maqdonna arms.
Which goes to another thing...dealing with people in mirrors everyday. It's hard anymore to talk to someone without looking at them in a mirror. I always hide
out side of the mirror's range..usually behind a rack...my head poked around. The mirror thing has happened because that is the image this person is seeing...the one in the mirror. The funny thing is that the mirror image is so false. In my whole store we probably have on reasonable mirror...the rest are fun house mirrors.
I hate working around mirrors all day and have learned to avoid them...hence forth the poking of head. Even on my best dressed feeling days, I can go into work and catch sight of myself in any one of our SIX mirrors and dissect myself...and I always feel the scalpel.
Bob and I get to be Auntie and Uncle to Jack, her dog. Toni is a "back door" neighbor...and the other night I went to her house and Jack met me at the door with a small jump up and a walk away..."Oh, it's you" kind of moment. Happy wagging of tail involved but pretty much a family moment. Jack is having a hard time adjusting to our not frosty apartment.
Toni loaned me an iPod for my forays to the gym. YES...I have joined a gym and I am going to a softer version of Maqdonna arms.
Which goes to another thing...dealing with people in mirrors everyday. It's hard anymore to talk to someone without looking at them in a mirror. I always hide
out side of the mirror's range..usually behind a rack...my head poked around. The mirror thing has happened because that is the image this person is seeing...the one in the mirror. The funny thing is that the mirror image is so false. In my whole store we probably have on reasonable mirror...the rest are fun house mirrors.
I hate working around mirrors all day and have learned to avoid them...hence forth the poking of head. Even on my best dressed feeling days, I can go into work and catch sight of myself in any one of our SIX mirrors and dissect myself...and I always feel the scalpel.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
What I Wish...
...is that I wasn't worried about my Dad and that Cory was here so I could hug him. I miss my child's Tootsie Roll thumbs. He has thumbs that are round at the top and skinny in the middle...they remind of the tootsie roll pops.
I wish my child would give it up and call his Grandpa. Both sentimental, caring, stubborn men who love each other...and someone needs to figure out a way to make nice.
I wish my child would give it up and call his Grandpa. Both sentimental, caring, stubborn men who love each other...and someone needs to figure out a way to make nice.
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