Another First

There are many "firsts" in our lives. Each one is precious and creates a memory. Yesterday was my grandson's first day of nursery school. The tiny little three pound preemie is now a handsome young boy. No one would know that his entrance into the world was tougher than most. My son sent me a picture of him standing proudly as he went off to school. He had a few minutes of hesitation as he marched into the classroom. He had never been away from his parents. Usually play dates always included them. This time he was on his own. After a few minutes he was fine. He came home happy. Later today I will see him and ask him all about his exciting first day.

Hand Cut

I was reading a menu the other day and came across wording that is commonly used. The item said "Hand Cut Fries". For some reason this struck me as being funny. How else are fries cut? With our feet? Even if a machine slices them we need our hands to put the potatoes into the machine. Either way our hands are involved. Why does the saying hand cut make the potato more appealing. I was with my sister and we decided to get out a potato and a knife and take a picture of her toes slicing the potato. It was a funny picture that would have been a novelty on a menu. "Toe Cut Fries". Yummy.

Anxiety

Anxiety can do damage. It not only effects your mind, it also effects your body. I haven't slept in two days. I have no idea how I will make it through today. I am so tired but just cannot rest. My mind will not let me. It keeps ruminating on situations that are going on in my life. Some are nonsense and some are real but they are all taking a toll on me. I worry about my family. One person creates his own problems and the other has no control over his. That is the one that scares me the most.

Wonka

I never watched the movie "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". I always thought it was a children's movie. After Gene Wilder died, I decided to watch it when I had some time.  Yesterday was that day. I was mesmerized. It was a child's movie geared for adults. It taught valuable lessons and made you think. The writing was on par with "Young Frankenstein". Sarcastic and thought provoking. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Last night I had dinner with my brother in law and sister in law. We went to their house for dessert and it was there that I realized he had created a "World of Pure Imagination".  There are toys on the walls and horses hanging from the ceiling. Everywhere you look is another surprise that will make you smile.  Like Willy Wonka, he can take the mundane and turn it into magic. He has created his own world of imagination and it is a wonder to behold. I have put the link to the movie scene I love the most and hope you can watch it to see what I mean. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2pt2-F2j2g

All The News

I have become lazy in my daily news gathering. I used to read a newspaper but that was before my eyes got tired after two pages. I moved on to the internet. I like the written articles and shy away from the videos. I do not like news being told to me, I need to evaluate for myself. I scroll through the articles about most celebrities as I feel the information is planted by their marketing team. If I see an article about a child being hurt, I pass it quickly. If I read it I would be upset all day. I look at world news (propaganda) and recipes. I read and then evaluate what I find the truth to be. I hate the stories about celebrity children as they are doing nothing different than any other child. They will just be more screwed up as adults. On weekends I am on a no news regimen. Anything earth shattering will be told to me. 

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".