Invisible Sunday

Invisible Sunday

¡Déjeme Sólo!

Every. Single. Time I walk out my door to do any kind of yard work I'm being accosted by those of Spanish decent. Doesn't matter what time of day. I'm thinking of mowing my lawn in the dark. If I had a head lamp on my ancient riding lawn mower, I prolly would. Maybe I'll zip tie a flashlight to the front.

I was needing a break anyway because I'm having to pick up trash that's been caught in my tall weeds or just generally thrown in my yard and I'm having to pick up large branches that have fallen over the last few windy weeks. My body is screaming because we have rain floating all around us and that makes getting out in the yard hard enough with out having to be constantly looking over my shoulder for another "Lawn Care Employee" wanting to offer his services. No ayuda a necesitó, gracias. No dinero. That would translate to: I ain't got no money and I don't need help. Thanks. Should I wear a sandwich board that says that? Maybe get a cool safety vest with that inscribed on the back? In Spanish?

So now I'm sitting here procrastinating going out to mow by blogging. Think I'll go play some Wizard101 now. Again.

Invisible Sunday

Neurosis. Go Get You Some.

Main Entry: neu·ro·sis
Pronunciation: \nu̇-ˈrō-səs, nyu̇-\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural neu·ro·ses \-ˌsēz\
Etymology: New Latin
Date: circa 1784

: a mental and emotional disorder that affects only part of the personality, is accompanied by a less distorted perception of reality than in a psychosis, does not result in disturbance of the use of language, and is accompanied by various physical, physiological, and mental disturbances as visceral symptoms, anxieties, or phobias.

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My twelve hour shift last night can be broken down into two parts. The first part, in which I was sure I was dying and the second part, where I knew I wasn't dying.

It is not easier to call a paramedic when you know them personally and they are only walking distance away. It is not easier when you know the paramedic that is attaching electrodes to your body.

I'm fine. Blood pressure is great, normal heart rhythm, blood sugar fantastic. I think the combination of old lady hormones, severe female cramps and the added bonus of bad rain pain caused some anxiety that spiraled out of control.

It DOES make it easier afterwards to know the paramedic when he can make you laugh and not feel so bad about calling.

Yeah I Did

So you may or may not have noticed that my banner is from last year... with the year changed, of course.  I'm lazy and all but I have SOME standards.  I tried to make a new one but my creativity was all, blah blah bleh and non-existent. 

I planted flowers in my pots and seeds in my porch bed.  Three days ago the air was so dry that I was zapping my cats from across the room and my hair was sticking to everything.  Today it is so humid I can barely breathe. 

Working twelve hours tonight.  Must go to bed soon.

Easter

As a child, Easter was kind of a big deal.  As a child, any holiday that involved candy was a big deal.

The night before was always fun.  I remember the smell of vinegar rising in the steam of the boiling water as we mixed colors for our boiled eggs.  I remember our small kitchen and the magic of lifting out the eggs from the colored mixture with a spoon. 

I remember Easter morning, waking up to an Easter basket always sitting by my bed.  I remember my Dad hiding the eggs and my Mom inside trying to keep me and my two older brothers from looking outside and watching my Dad.  I remember all of us laughing at some of the places my Dad would hide the eggs.

After the hunt was the enjoyment of boiled eggs until we were sick of boiled eggs and how my oldest brother didn't like boiled eggs, but would always eat at least one. 

When my children were young, the night before Easter still involved the smell of vinegar rising in the steam.  They would help me and my mother color the eggs.  Easter morning my children awoke to Easter baskets by their beds.  My Dad still hid the eggs, but it was my Mother and I who would stay inside to keep my two children from looking out the window and watching my Dad, their Grandfather.  There was still much laughter at my Dad's hiding places.

Some where, there is a video of my then 90 year old grandmother looking for Easter eggs with her great grand children. 

When I was young we all understood what Easter was about.  Like we did about Christmas.  There are those who would frown on the lack of Jesus in our family on holidays like Easter and Christmas, but I wouldn't trade the memories I have for anything.  They include family.  Family and lots of love and lots of laughter.  And it was always that way.

Invisible Sunday