Agony and Ecstasy

It is amazing that two people can live the same set of circumstances but to one person it is agony and to the other it is ecstasy. That has been the scenario of buying my husband's newest car. For the past two months I have been living in agony as he sold one car and bought another. The phone calls, the constant repetitive conversations, the obsessing. Will his car be sold? Who will buy it? How much will he sell it for? When the selling ordeal was over, the buying ordeal was kicked into full gear. What car do I want? First it was a Corvette that somehow morphed into a T-Bird. Where will I find the car? How much can I pay for it? Where is it located? Is it perfect? On and on the circle went. Last week he "bought" a car only to cancel the deal. My happiness was short lived. Last night he bought another car that should be the "one". He is in ecstasy. I will remain in agony until a car is actually in my garage. The funny thing is that he was oblivious to my agony while living his ecstasy.

Nothing and Everything

When someone asks me what is new, I stop and think. The answer is nothing and everything. Sometimes there is so much going on that I do not even want to talk about it. Too much nonsense. Too much insanity. Too much stress. So when I am asked what is new, I say "Nothing".

Luck

Is there such a thing as luck? I can go either way answering this. While I do not think that the concept of luck exists, some people just seem luckier than others. I can use the casino as an example. I am not a gambler. If I lose ten dollars I will be upset. On the two occasions that I have gone to a casino I have lost. I go with a few dollars and lose it within five minutes. I have a friend that recently won $25,000. He won that on the first pull of the machine.Yesterday, he went to the same casino. He tried two times and on the second try, he won $2,500. Is that luck?

Memory

Some people have good memorys. Some have great ones. The other day I was talking to a few friends about skin spots. I mentioned that I have a spot that looks lighter than the rest of my arm. One friend said that it was the spot where I burned myself. When did I burn myself? I had no recollection of a burn. She said that a few years ago when I was cooking, I leaned against a pan and burned my skin in the exact spot that is now lighter. I did not recall doing that. The more she said it, the memory started to come back. This was at least five years ago. Why did she remember it and I did not? I can remember the minutest detail of unimportant things so why did this slip my mind? That question will remain unanswered.

Seventy Days

There are approximately seventy days of summer. By summer, I mean pool days. This was one of the best summers I can remember in a long time. I spent all weekends and a majority of work afternoons at the town pool. Since many of the women I am friendly with are school teachers, they were there every day. We sat and talked for hours. Some days it was the exact same conversation as the day before, but no one cared. It was just so pleasant. Today, even though it looks cloudy outside, we may all get together and spend the last pool day together. At 10pm tonight the pool is drained and will look empty and sad until next June.

Sweet Sixteen

Last night we went to a Sweet Sixteen. My husband has watched the girl grow up. Her mother is his co worker and she brought her daughter to work most nights so she could make sure she was safe. The little girl did her homework and watched the lab run. She is now a high school senior and on the track team. She is planning on becoming a doctor and hopes that her high grades allow her to go to a good college. No one is quite sure who her father is, but her mother took on the roles of both mother and father and has done a wonderful job. There were two hundred people at the party. The room was decorated as if it was a wedding. The young people dressed beautifully and even put on a dance show. There was enough food to feed an army. The music was loud and everyone danced. We had a wonderful time.

Last Hurrah, Maybe

This is Labor Day weekend. I usually spend it at the town pool. The last three days of summer will come to an end. I am talking about summer vacation, as we all know that summer extends into fall. It is supposed to be sunny today but might rain Sunday and Monday. If that is the case, this may be the last pool day. I had a great summer but it flew by too fast. I will try to squeak out the last moments of today just in case the weather is bad tomorrow.