Thursday, April 30, 2009

Stress-it's a given.

Between an ill mother, high job stress (this is always the worst time of the year), no weekends free for another month and a half, and an eighteen year old son who leaves for Army basic training on June 9th (not to mention the economy and the dreaded swine flu), it's enough to make a grown woman want to put some strong stuff in her morning coffee. But, on the other hand, I have alot to be thankful for-I just can't think of anything right now. My brain is in that constant state of GOGOGO but never in one direction. It veers off quite randomly and I find myself sitting at my desk, staring right through important papers and not seeing them at all. Not a good thing. But, soon it will all be over, and I will be as bored as hell. My son leaving is hitting me the most, but I haven't admitted it to anyone, except my husband. I mean, I'm not a blithering idiot about it,we've accepted his choice and we are extremely proud of him (he's got cojones, that boy) but when your child grows up and flies away, it's liberating and depressing at the same time. On the plus side, we will be taking more camping trips, 'cos he hated them.

I cracked open a Magic Hat # 9 this weekend, and underneath the cap it said "What exactly are you waiting for?" I guess I better figure that out, and fast!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Death of a Memory

Harry Kalas, voice of the Phillies, passed away yesterday. When I hear his voice, it takes me back to my childhood neighbor Frank (rest his soul) who always had the Phillies game on, a More cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a local paper in front of his face as he sat on his front porch swing. If he wasn't on his porch, you may have found him tooling around in his swiss cheese Fairmont, white with highlights of iron oxide. Again, game on the AM push button radio. His daughter and I were friends and more often than not, we could be found in the back seat, giggling at Frank's seemingly ending supply of goofy sayings and witticisms; he always had a smile on his face and a laugh at the ready.
Frank has already been missed, and now Harry will be missed as well.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Song can make a Day

So yesterday, I'm travelling to work, digging on the radio (as Charlie Daniels would put it) and feeling pretty much disgusted with the choices. I could choose from NPR (not in the mood), static, a "comedy" duo that laugh WAY too much at unfunny things, or Staind (no comment). I finally hit the last preset, and what do my ears gloriusly hear but "Born To Run". Now, I drive a Jeep and they're not known for their kickass systems, but boy, did I give it a workout. Unfortunately, there was no one in the parking lot at work to share the joy with (even if they didn't want to hear it), so I let the song finish to its thundering climax, turned off the stereo, and headed off to the job with a spring in my step.
I can't wait to see him in May.