The Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.

No need to call the authorities. Don’t search the streets and alleyways. For God’s sake, don’t dredge the river. I’m here. I’ve just been busy, engaged in other pursuits.

I have a tiny brain, no greater in size than that of a marmoset.

And while I can be quite obsessive in thought, I can only entertain one obsessive thought at a time. For the past few months, that one thought has been that other pursuit. For seven years I obsessed about the remodeling of the house. When that was done (or done enough for now), I was free to obsess on the obsessions that I entertain more naturally, the obsessions of my natural inclinations, if you will. Sometimes this other obsession entails prancing about in front of people, saying words that are not my own.

And when I am obsessing about that other thing, I cannot write a blog about my house – or about my neighborhood – or about my property – or about my conflicted feelings about my property.

And when I am trying to learn that other thing or create that other thing, it leaves me little or no time for your thing.

Believe me, I do care about your kitchen remodel. I care about your dining room. I definitely care about your master bedroom re-do and your beloved little terrier.

But I just can’t keep up with it all. So please forgive me and allow me some time to catch up.

I’m only one blogger, with too little time and way too many interests for one lifetime.

Still, not to worry, I haven’t left this lifetime yet.

Halloween

I'm a little behind on a lot of things.  One of them is my blog.  Another of them is probably your blog.

Sorry about that.

I did find time to create a slide from the pictures I took on Halloween night. (There were supposed to have been sound effects. Don't know where they went.)

We had fun. Handed out candy, took pictures and ordered pizza. I like Halloween. No one asks anything of me but some candy. All the entertainment is provided by others.

One of my most fave things about my 'hood is the kids on Halloween. Generally, I'm not a big fan of kids but I do like them on Halloween.

I really like Halloween.

Disappointment

At work today, someone brought the following video clip to my attention. And yes, it was completely work-related (I’m fortunate enough to have a job where I get to watch video clips all day).

Go ahead, watch. I’ll wait.



I don’t think I’ve ever laughed harder at a video clip in my life, and I’ve seen a lot of funny video clips. The kids are completely bummed at this turn of events and the clueless mom is completely bummed at the kids’ refusal to grant her the expression of joy and appreciation that she had so anticipated. Everyone goes from happy and excited to miserable and angry.

Sooooo . . . . . why do I love this clip? Am I just a hateful, bitter codger happy to see others unhappy? Maybe. But I think I like it because it’s so painfully honest.

No matter what you do for your children, no matter how much you try to give them a life that you imagine will make them happy, they are bound to disappoint you. They will NEVER give you the satisfying reaction that you crave. They can never live up to your expectations. It's unfair of you to believe that they will.

From the child’s point of view, your parents will never understand you. They will never know who you are or what you want. They will never know how to give you what you need because they live in a different world and they just don’t get it. You want something from them. You know you want something from them and you always hope that they’ll know exactly what it is. But they don’t. They can’t. They can only see what they want you to want.

Or maybe not. Maybe that’s just me, and those poor kids who just wanted to go to Dick’s house.

Obama! A Modern U.S. President

Just this once, let's have a little fun.






Thank you, Mr. Gilbert! Thank you, Mr. Sullivan!

Don't Take Out the Recycling

Or if you do, flip through the paper first and make sure there's nothing important in there.

Don't Make Everyone Lose

I don't like to steal from other blogs, but I saw this video on Andrew Utter's* blog for The Mother of Invention Acting School and if you haven't seen it yet you should:




So vote. Do it. Do it in person or do it by mail.

Do it as many times as you dare.**

As always, it's all up to you.




*Thanks, Andrew!

** just kidding about that one part.

Where Have I Been?

Here.  I've just been here.  But I've been busy- with  classes, with friends, with work.

And I've been fasting for almost a week, so I'm kind of tired, too tired to blog.  Too tired to formulate a coherent thought.  Too tired to stay up until 3 am typing anything that might make sense the next day.

Maybe staying up until 3 am for too many nights is what led to being tired to begin with.  Maybe staying up too late made me gain weight to begin with.  They say sleep deprivation leads to weight gain.

But doctors are always wanting me to get more exercise.  When I say I don't have time, they suggest I find time.  One doctor actually told me that she gets up at 5 am so she can exercise.  Good for her.  I'm sure she leaves the office at 5 pm.  I don't leave work at 5 pm and I sure don't leave my bed at 5 am.  Or not for the joy of exercise, anyway.  Maybe to catch a plane or in the event of an earthquake.  Otherwise, not so much.

And what's the point if getting the exercise just makes me more sleep deprived?

Someone recently said to me that the French get some things right.  They sure do.  I think they get a lot of things right.

So that's where I've been.  Here.  Fasting.  Sleeping.  Walking around in a fog. 

Waiting for something to say.

In case you were wondering.