It sure is dusty in here. I’ve taken an extended vacation while I think about what to do with my property here. It was originally “purchased” to help balance my thought life while completing school. Now that school is done, I have to decide what purpose, if any, this space should serve. There’s so much I COULD post about, but so little time. There’s my new job at Ghetto U, my family characters, my relationships, my co-workers,…. I don’t know. But while I think about it, I think I’ll clean out the incomplete entries in my draft file.
This was written several weeks ago:
For the second night in a row, I’m moved to tears. At least tonight, I have a good reason. Don’t know what I’d do without these hormones!!
I just finished reading a blog by a friend of mine who suddenly lost her husband in January. It was a shock to everyone but probably to no one more than her. She’s a 30 year old widow and mother of a then 1 1/2 yr old who is now 2. As I read the posts she wrote shortly after her husband’s sudden death, I just wanted to cry and cry and cry some more.
Her husband was a known No-Doz fanatic back in the day when he was in college. Something about all that pill poppin’ messed up his system, and ouila, more problems, more problems, more problems.
It was a regular day. He’d been known to have seizures as one of the No-Doz results. He’d missed his meds or skipped his meds. He hit his head and he was gone. No more husband. No more father.
In the face of unexpected loss, so much of our daily grind seems trivial. What becomes important is what we can learn from each of these experiences.