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Random musings of a crazy person

March 3, 2008

The question on everyone’s lips — their chapped lips — is, yes, first of all, did Phil actually see his shadow or is this hint of spring only a cruel, tortuous trick? And B) — for anyone who actually makes a return visit to this blog — will Angela ever tire of this cycle of winter, spring and summer in her life?

And while I can’t tell you the answer to the former without the help of The Google, I can, most assuredly say that Persephone and I are blood sisters. Spring will come again in my life. At least once. Hopefully lots and lots of times, but I’m just taking each occurrence as it comes.

As yet another courtesy notice, if someone doesn’t answer your phone calls or return your messages (or text messages or e-mails), DON’T KEEP CALLING.

Not that this audience needs to hear it, I’m just sayin’ it to get some things off my chest. Like the fact that I apparently need a new cell phone number — which is conveniently timed as I need to remove myself from Jon’s phone plan as a last cord cutting (along with picking up the fish who is still in the bucket, and no, I kid you not. The fish is still in the bucket.)

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And you’d think that I’d avoid a stalker with the first guy who calls me after leaving Jon, but no, the Universe continues to enjoy jokes at my expense. It’s okay. Laugh away, sweet Universe. I am having a fairly hearty laugh at myself, too!

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13 comments

  1. Keep that sense of humour of yours!
    It’s wonderful (and gets one through a lot of crap…)

    That poor fish!


  2. That’s funny! I need a new cell phone number for another reason. I’m tired of the calls from the previous holder of the number who apparently did nothing but talk on the phone and send text messages.

    🙂


  3. I once thought it would be winter forever in my life, but then spring came again. I’m going to share a tale with you, if you don’t mind the imposition. A few years ago — in 2001, actually — I stood on a hillside on the island of Rarotonga, just below the jungle that loomed behind me, and I stared down the lush slope and out towards the booming surf of the turquoise Pacific beyond, and I felt such elation that all I could say was a simple “Thank you.” Four years before that, and the end of something I believed to have been ‘magical’ but wasn’t, I cared little if I carried on. I was, on that day in 2001, so grateful that I did. Take a metaphorical trip to Rarotonga, it does wonders. Hug and kiss on the cheek for you this day.


  4. Beth ~ Humor is my all-time favorite coping mechanism, followed by booze (kidding — mostly). The more aware I become, the less interested I am in drinking. Where would we be without humor, though? No one that I know ever had to go to a 12-step meeting for it!

    Chani ~ YAY! If I can make you laugh, I’ve helped us both. Here’s to wishing for calls that only belong to you!

    Ian ~ I love your stories so much. You could go on forever, if you’d like. And that story in particular is just so timely and appropriate. It reminds me of the quotation from Meister Eckhart. You know which one I’m going to quote. “If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is ‘thank you,’ that would suffice.”

    I have had enough of those moments in my life, as well, to know that there will *always* be other experiences and people for which to be grateful. I don’t think that means that *people* are replaceable, just that if it’s not right, it’s not right and perhaps it’s best to just acknowledge that and move on. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it — and if it *is* broken, don’t waste a lot of time pretending that it’s not.

    And, as a complete musing, perhaps it *was* magical at the time. I will go google the magic of Rarotonga and climb my own mountain here at home and be grateful for the beauty that surrounds me every day. Perhaps that’s the point: to be grateful for what is, to be able to see the beauty in it — in ALL of it. Hmmmmm. Somebody stop me. I’m getting too philosophical! 😉 {{{HUGS}}}}}


  5. Ian ~ Oh, wow. Yes, how beautiful! I’m adding it to my “list of places to see before I die” right now. Thank you for it.


  6. Damn. Thanks for the reminder. I keep meaning to stalk you, and I always forget.


  7. Hi, Jim ~ I’m going to put together a list of ways to *not* win my heart. Stalking is on the list. Right up at the top. 😉 That I’m still talking with you/to you is a testament to your non-stalking tendencies. Thank you.


  8. There’s a fish in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza…

    sorry, couldn’t resist..hehe


  9. Can you block the number on your phone? Have you tried that and he just uses another phone to call from?


  10. I’ll send you a big fishbowl. I can get them for cheap, you know… 🙂


  11. I keep getting spring-like hints, but not a full-blown rebirth yet. But I am ever hopeful. We’ll get there. (Damn, why isn’t it easier? I want my spring handed to me on a platter.)


  12. Just had to come back to say: Ang, that poor, poor fishy should get a new home, too – a little tank of his own.


  13. Seventh Sister ~ I like it! You had me humming. I love to hum. Thank you! And thank you for the advice. He’s down to once a day now, and I’m hopeful that he’ll give up altogether soon. We’ll see. I’ll keep your advice in mind and try to figure out how to do it if he doesn’t stop. We’re at a week and counting now.

    Reese ~ Do you have a fishbowl that will fit a fish the size of a rat? Because that’s what I’ve got. He’s huge. And he keeps eating everything else. So sad.

    Citizen ~ Spring IS around the corner. I’m convinced of it! I love your question, though. Perhaps if it was easier, we wouldn’t learn whatever it is we’re supposed to be learning. Of course, that entire thought may be just some lame excuse, but it comforts me *most* of the time. And yes, the poor fish needs someone to rescue it. It’s a miracle that it’s living in the bucket. It has a pond somewhere with its name on it, though. I just have to get it there!



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