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Broken keyboard musings from the laundromat

Aug 16

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I had an amazing chat with laundry lady this morning, but since I spilled an entire cup of juice on my keyboard last night, it won’t be shared.  When I type it comes out completely weird with extra letters and touch typing the screen is a pain in the arse, so … You get photos.  Just know, I woke up waaaay late, tossed a Thor shirt on, brushed my teeth and then my hair and gathered it into a pony tail and left quickly!  Found out laundry lady walks to work.  She’d also already reset wi-fi for me and made coffee.  Bless her heart.  Now for the pics.

Here’s Draper: AKA ‘Le Drape’image

 

And Butters and Le Drape:

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And, something that cracked me up because it’s been SO hot this last week:

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Of course, we only had that one snow fall on New Year’s Eve, but, still made me smile.  Reminded me to quit complaining. Lol.  Happy Sunday everyone.

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An awful haboob thrust itself through our town this evening – luckily (insert sarcasm here) it happened as I was driving home.  I could see clear skies to the left and the right of me, but the bulk of the onslaught was ahead of me.

A ‘haboob’ by the way, is a WALL of a dust storm.  Insane.  And it comes here in monsoon season.  Here’s a picture of it from someone elses point of view.

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The devastation around it?  I’ll finally give my location up and say, it was from the Willow fire. (google it)

Someone I care for has a brother who lost his home and all its contents to this fire.

We watched it for two days – it was dangerously close.

I digress.

I’m driving home – in a new-to-me car (Yes, I finally decided I was hemorrhaging money and if it totally gave out I would have NO bargaining power. )

Here’s the new car.

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I didn’t pick it.  I don’t care about cars. I DID research it’s reliability which is ALL I cared about.  The dealer decided for me.  Based on my budget.  Beggars cannot be choosers.  It’s a 5 speed, which is fun, considering I mentioned in a previous post how I missed a stick shift.

All I know, is when I wake up and have to go anywhere, I can get there – and get back.

Someone asked me today “Are you excited about your new car?????”  And yeah, I kinda am.  But, not in the way that we used to wash our first car within an inch of its life and bought extras for it.  I’m just SO grateful to have a RELIABLE vehicle.

Does that mean I’m a ‘grown up’ now?  Or, a non-materialistic chick?  I don’t know.  All I know is I’m happy to know there are only 33,000 miles on it and I can get where I need to be.

ANYWAY! I’m driving home, and the plan was, go grocery shopping.  Heck no, not in those conditions.  It passed quickly.   Sprinkles happened.  We’ve decided to go early in the a.m.

I could NOT see 10 feet in front of me.  Crazy.  Someone flashed their lights at me, and it could very well be because I still don’t know how to handle the ‘automatic lights’ and maybe I was on high beams.  I’m learning.

Back to the haboob.

I arrived home – and things just don’t feel right.  I feel awful for my honey.  Stuck at home.  Probably (hopefully) excited that I AM home – and I have nothing to give for at least an hour. I have to decompress.

He’s working so hard on his art – and the current competition he’s in.

But who doesn’t want to leave when they want to leave??

No one.

That’s who.

Nic asked me “WHY did you get a 5 speed??? What if I have to drive you somewhere in an emergency??”

Me: Learn stick.

But the thing is – my honey needs to escape.

As trapped and blinded as I was by the desert, I’m sure he feels that everyday.

We’ll fix this. Somehow.

 

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Musings from the Laundromat: Twirling Umbrellas and Alien Babies Edition

Aug 9

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Someone is twirling the rainbow umbrella furthest from me.

Sitting there and just spinning it.

When I walked in there was no one at the twirling table.

No one at all.

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I had the place to myself again for a while.

I saw this sign and after filling my machines, had to take a photo of it for you.

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I saw the figure and thought, “It doesn’t look like it fell.  Looks like it’s relaxing on the floor.”  Then I thought maybe it DID fall, but then was trying to play it off like “I meant to do that.”

If I fell here, I’d hope to look as nonchalant about it as that little figure.

Twirling lady has left.  There’s now just a man at the counter chatting with the laundry lady.

I remember loading the machines and leaving.  Taking the opportunity to run errands.  That was before I mused for you.

Oh, I got my car back Wednesday. And Friday it was back in the shop after overheating.

Got it back the same day, but I’d be lying if I said I’m driving it with any confidence.

I feel like I’m hemorrhaging money when it comes to my car. The fridge is pretty empty.

We DID have leftovers in there for a small time – from my son and his girlfriend.  They had been to Vegas and stopped at red lobster.

The leftovers had since run out of ‘time’ so I put some of the crab in the cats kibble bowl.  Then I thought I’d do an alien hand thing – and my honey created this.  Cracked me up.

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The look on Butter’s face is classic.

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Just went and refilled my coffee and was stopped by the laundry lady.  We had a little chat.

She made coffee last week for me and I didn’t come.  How sweet is she?
“I reset the WIFI and made a pot.”

“Yeah, I was out-of-town.” (Which, is technically true as I was across the river in another state.)

She then told me about another regular that she’s worried about.

She didn’t show up either – she’s undergoing chemo.

“You should get her number next time she comes.” I said. “I bet she’d like having someone check on her.”

“Yeah, I should.  I’m the only one she let’s do her laundry.”

I can see why.

I love my laundry lady.  ‘My’ laundry lady lol.

But she is mine.  Another person I adore in my collection of people I adore.  I treasure her. I love that I’m ‘her’ regular too.

 

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To blog or not to blog …

Aug 5

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I hurt someone with my last post.

I really didn’t mean to – I straddle that line of honesty and discretion every time my fingers hit the keyboard.

I came across as ungrateful.

That was not my intention either.

The day was amazing – I was sharing the whole of it though, without going into details.

But I’ve done damage.

My blog is up for renewal next month – I’m debating whether or not to keep it. Why? Because I have the awful condition of not being able to shut up.

And I’m too forthcoming for my own good sometimes – and clearly, too forthcoming for others good too.

I don’t want to post watered down, milquetoast writings.

I’ve always wanted and needed to be free in my writing.

And when I write – it’s mostly about what is going on in my life in that moment.

I could sit and do a journalistic piece keeping me, my life, friends and family out of it – but it wouldn’t be authentic.

I’m proud of the interviews I’ve done.

I love my photography category. There’s some good stuff in there.

But what I’ve always needed to do is just … write.   And it comes from somewhere inside that I try not to filter too much.

So what to do?

I’m not sure.

But I know I feel awful – and remorseful.

And I never wanted those feelings to come from my writing.

truth writing

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The Menagerie – and the wounds.

Aug 3

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My parents cool deck needs some work.  They do what they can, but I came out of a day of swimming looking like I’ve been beaten up.  I had to explain each wound to my co-workers.

No, he doesn’t hit me.

No, this isn’t a ‘sex’ wound.

No, I didn’t fall down.

I DID take full advantage of the pool.  But the coating on the side is like cut glass – and when they’ve spent as much as they have getting the INSIDE suitable for water and swimming, who could blame them for waiting on ‘aesthetics’?

Not me.

But I suffered.  Every knuckle.  Every knee.  Every arm that hung onto the side to chat, then turn to respond to someone – injured.  I can LOOK at something and be injured by it.  It’s ridiculous.  I bruise so easily.

I bleed easily too.

I will not speak of that night. Let’s just say, 95% of it was freaking awesome, and the other 5%?  Well, when you have people imbibing and that love one another – shite happens.   Because we feel safe being ourselves.

And sometimes ourselves isn’t who we want to be.

Then there was the ‘plank off’ which I INSISTED on – although my very fit mom told me was not a great idea.  My core is still hurting today. LOL!

Here’s some pics from the party, then we’ll get to the menagerie.

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Fun time was had by all – until it wasn’t a fun time.

I have GOT to learn to let go.

To appreciate what I have and quit living in the past.

 

ANYWAY – this thing showed up ….

 

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Did I NOT tell Nic “no more critters???”

So, now he has like a dozen fish – a hamster (the first critter, whose name is Scarelett, but forever I will call ‘Scratchy’.)  Now a Guinea Pig who looks at me with sad eyes.

I thought tonight, ‘Eff it!’ and brought Butters in. Let her explore the new smell.

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She did great!  But then … Draper marched in – and I, in my ninja, stupid, only human mode did a tuck and roll onto the floor I’ve only seen in movies.

Was enough to alarm the cat who I’m sure was thinking “What the ‘F’ is she DOING??????”  And I twisted my toe.

SO unnecessarily twisted my toe.  Add that to the injury list. LOL!

Sorry Paltrow, I can never be a body double, because I maim myself just LOOKING at something.

Animals are settled for the night.

Nic is gone, because he’s saying ‘bye for now’ to his true love going back to college out-of-state – and I have my honey working his arse off for his art.

And wounds.

Wounds I couldn’t let go that 5% of the night.

And very visible wounds I can’t stop saying ‘ouch!’ to today.

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