current state of mind: filtered
Too much time is spent on the dead
While all the places found a spot to live in his head
Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed
With all the nothings that he never said
~ ‘Shaky Ground’ by Jackie Greene
100 years ago, the world mourned the sinking of the Titanic, a day after the ship struck an iceberg in the North Atlantic. While the world was mourning, Harriet Quimby of the United States, was making history as the first solo female airplane pilot to fly over the English Channel. She had no idea that she’d be dead by July, an inexplicable accident during an airshow. She and her passenger fell out of the plane while it was flying over Boston. This is why you wear your seat belts kids!
I am seriously craving macaroni and cheese mixed with chicken breast and steamed broccoli. It is such a yummy dinner. I don’t know why I don’t prepare it more often. I mean, the caloric and fat content is high (Thank you Kraft!). But it is really, really tasty. And I hate eating leftovers – so I have to prepare half the box so as not to waste what I cannot eat in the first sitting. Lately, I haven’t even been able to force down leftover pizza and I used to not mind that as much. In fact, my tummers is churning right now just thinking about reheating leftovers. Yuckers!
Sunday, I was cranky. Luckily for the general public, I spent most of the day holed up in my apartment working on stuff that needed to get done. Unluckily for K-Shrub and MiMadre, I did emerge from my self-imposed prison to assist with the moving of some furniture. I will spare you the majority of the details; but will share that THEY were not cranky and my mood was definitely NOT maintaining the relaxed atmosphere they were anticipating. I am curious, however, as to why they thought I would be friendly and cheerful while moving furniture around when there is very little I despise more than moving furniture with other people.
Here’s the deal: I am a wimp. I am also a klutz. The combination equates to me ALWAYS getting hurt while moving furniture. Always. Sure enough, Sunday’s ‘genius’ moment occurred when somehow the door jamb, the dresser, and my hand all wanted to occupy the same space at the same moment. Clearly, Physics prevailed and my finger got smooshed. It hurt. I dropped the dresser AND several expletives that were offensive to everyone within earshot. It is safe to assume that my mood did not improve after this mishap. The ridiculous bruising and soreness of my finger, however, does bring me some comfort, as it shows I was not as much of an exaggerator as they thought. Looking back, I wish that I would have been a little nicer about things. It isn’t anyone else’s fault that I am pre-destined for injury.
Nothing, however, will put a damper on this weekend. Our youngest shrub, Lulu, is coming to town to celebrate her wedding reception with family and friends after a lovely wedding abroad in Italy. I am excited to see the newlyweds together, so happy and in love. Plus, I have a few other little surprises up my sleeve for this weekend! Shhhhhh.
PERSONAL NOTE: Happy birthday in two days! Jimmy Choos for you!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I am always here for you to vent. As for the other topic we discussed – Genius trumps Risk every time! Hee hee