Tuesday's Observations

While riding the bike at the Y this morning, I glanced around to see if anyone I knew was there, when I saw it.   I laughed out loud.  A woman on the elliptical going rather slowly with a towel draped around her neck had a STARBUCKS Coffee sitting in the water bottle holder. Really? Is this the new trend?  I don’t think I’ll be participating in this trendy new gym accessory.   Not more than three minutes later, (I am not making this up) another woman the size of my nine year old, stepped onto the treadmill holding her STARABUCKS coffee since the treadmill water bottle holders are smaller.  Weird.  I have no other words, but weird.

My boys whistle non-stop. Whistling drives me insane with a capital I.  Within minutes of them getting up and brushing their teeth, they are whistling.  Coming downstairs to breakfast, they’re whistling.   Playing a game together, they’re both whistling.  I associate whistling with carefree living and not having a worry in the world, so I guess I should be taking it as a compliment as they are both content, happy and enjoy life to the fullest.  I just can’t seem to remember that however when they are actually whistling.  It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.   I must say STOP WHISTLING 437 times a day.  I need a new tactic or just need to be glad they are happy.

The wind is blowing so hard today.  It has been doing this for almost 24 hours now.  Every leaf that was clinging for dear life to its branch has now disappeared from its home never to return (and will probably end up in Wyoming by tomorrow). Wind annoys me in every possible way.  It makes getting into the car difficult.  You have to hold the car door tightly so as not to hit the car parked next to you.  Your hair gets whipped into your face making it difficult to see where you’re going.   The house rattles and every newspaper in the neighborhood is blowing across the street.  I don’t like it one bit. 

While in the Indian food store this morning, I saw an elderly gentleman (I’m guessing he’s 82) that I recognized from the Y, looking at the chocolate bars in the store.  I don’t know him, but we always say hello to each other at the Y.  He recognized me and came right over to me and asked how I was and held my arm as if I was his best pal.  He told me he recognized me from the Y and how I always ride the bike for a long time.  We chatted and he encouraged me to come every morning instead of the two or three times I come (I had no idea he was keeping track) and that it would be good for me.  I couldn’t stop smiling.  He just wanted to chat and chat some more.  I introduced myself and so did he and told me he’d be looking for me tomorrow.  He was so kind and happy and just wanted to chat for a bit. It was lovely.   I feel pressure now to go to the Y tomorrow even though I don’t normally go on Wednesdays.  I wouldn’t want to disappoint Hal though.

Tuesday Talk

Some random thoughts and observations on a Tuesday in October.

This morning’s sky was one of witches and broomsticks.   It was the most unusual orange, grey and cloudy sky.   The trees came alive against the backdrop of color, though.  Amazing if I say so myself. Too bad I didn’t have my camera with me. (I’ve now put it in my purse for just these occasions.  Won’t miss out on the next photo op.)

I think I’m losing more hair than ever.   I feel like the autumn leaves of hair.   In a matter of a month I think I could make a pretty decent wig.  Maybe I need to switch shampoos?

If I were to make a list of all the things I need to get done, I think I would have enough to publish a book.   Mind you, these aren’t “buy groceries”, “do laundry” types of things, but more along the line of  “hang pictures in the basement”, “create a school work organizing system” types of things.  The good kinds of things to do, but it seems like there are just so many to do.

Did you know that you can buy a deer head mounted, a pink candy dish, two embroidered pillowcases, an army jacket, old teaspoons, and cow bells all under one roof?   Mom and I (doesn't she look cute in her jacket and scarf? - Four different people told her so!) spent over two hours in an antique mall this afternoon and had a fantastic time checking out all the treasures, trying on hats and laughing together at everything. I bought a $5 farm bucket, my name in Scrabble letters and a vase that says “family” up the side. With such a long name, don't you think it would be worth more than 13 points?  I left the velvet chipmunk however, in section CH45 if you want to pick it up.  It was only $11.95.

She didn't get it.

Antique shop finds

I love the sound of my boys playing outside.  I know I’ve written about this before, but it is the most terrifical sound ever.

Both of my boys came home with report cards today.   Between the two of them, we have a total of 4 A+’s, 10 A’s, and one A-.   How ‘bout them apples?  So proud of them.

If I say “potato”, you say “ricer”.  (You had to have been there.)

I’ve put off turning the heat on for three days now, but it looks like I’m going to have to break down and just turn it on.   The chill is nice outside, but I get a little irritable when it’s inside.  It’s that or put on my gloves with no fingers and a hat and another pair of socks and a ….

My neighbor’s front door is decorated so beautifully with grapevine wreath, fall vines and orange lights in the evening.  I’m so jealous!   I may have to try my hand at keeping up with the Joneses and make me a replica for my very own front door.  I’ll let you know how it turns out.

  

The Ramblings of a Mother’s Mind on a Monday

Some thoughts that made their way through my mind today……

Will the breakfast fairy bring me breakfast in bed this morning?

How is it possible for the fussing to begin only 45 seconds after they get up?

Who buys the pre-packaged school supply kits for $75?  I just spent less than that for two

boys combined, not one!

Would it really hurt if I had a diet Pepsi? 

When will they invent a washing machine that has a special “red item” detector amongst the light colored items?

I love my children, even when they’re goofy.

Our neighborhood is all I dreamed it could be.  Children laughing, people out for walks, neighbors chatting and the like.

I really need to get back to the gym.

Going to London would be so enjoyable and would love some time with my niece.

I hope our dear neighbors are enjoying their adventure in Japan.  They all crossed my mind several times today.  

I’m the only one who doubts my ability to write a book.  Why?

Why is it that those who judge others quickly are the ones who bark the loudest when someone has the nerve to judge them?

I need want more candles.

I think my cats understand me.