I just got back from the cafeteria, and the guy in line in front of me asked the cashier, “Where’s the salt?” What I want to know is, what on earth is he going to use it on? He had a box o’ chicken nuggets and an order of waffle fries from Chik-fil-a. Surely, neither of those things needs additional salt?!!!
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Grief
Somewhere near the top of the list of Bad Advice for Condoling the Bereaved is the expression, “It’s for the best.” Why on earth would anyone say that, even if they believed in their heart of hearts that it was 100% true?
It’s like having to learn the world again. Every day the new world is more familiar, of course. But I still wake up feeling as if my outer shell has disappeared, feeling as if I have to defend myself against my own grief.
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It’s all about those intricate webs of memory, love and dependency, and the webs have been cut through by that dark sickle of death. They must be mended, rewoven, repaired, and while that process happens one grieves.
She also talks about how grief keeps sneaking up on you. She likens it to rotten floorboards, where everything seems fine until you take one random step and it swallows you up again. I think that’s a pretty good analogy.
Mystery Call
I finally emptied out my old voice mail box and set up the new one on my Comcast account. It’s only been a few months. Anyway, there was a message from a few days ago that was all in French. Despite the last name, I do not speak French! I haven’t a clue what the message was about. Upon looking at the caller ID, though, I saw that it was from a J. Couvrette.
I’m mystified.
J. Couvrette, why are you calling me?!!!
You Make Me Sick
Conversation overheard on my way to the bathroom:
“…it made me nauseous…”
More conversation overheard on my way back from the bathroom: “…the nauseousness was terrible…”
1. That queasy feeling in your stomach? That’s usually called nausea, not nauseousness (though nauseousness isn’t strictly incorrect; it’s just kind of awkward). As in “…the nausea was terrible…”
2. Nauseous means to induce nausea. When you say you’re nauseous, you’re actually saying that you make other people sick, which I’m pretty sure is not what people mean to communicate when they say they’re nauseous, but who am I to judge? Maybe they really are sick-inducing? Anyway, the correct word is nauseated. As in, “…it made me nauseated…” or “…it nauseated me…”
That is all. As you were, comrades.
Bunneh Cuteness
Howard’s Big Dig
Yellow Sorrel
Bloomington Go ‘Splodey!
I don’t know what it was (and the Herald Times is useless), but there was some sort of ginormous explosion this morning, right around 6am. I heard it at my apartment, one of my coworkers heard it from the library parking lot, and another coworker heard it from inside the library. The coworker in the parking lot said she felt the ground shake, too.
A third coworker insists that it was quarry blasting. Um, at 6am? I don’t think so! But that’s what she said about the last earthquake, too. When I heard it, I wondered if it was a train wreck or derailment.
Aieee!
Previously on Lost: What?
There’s a new episode this week, which is exciting, but a mini fix is still in order, I think. This is pretty much my internal dialogue while watching the show.
Spring
I made a big pot of vegetable soup last night, along with a loaf of whole wheat bread. When I got up and went out to the living room this morning, it still smelled wonderful. Mmmm. And it’s supposed to storm this afternoon and again tonight, which I’m almost half-way looking forward to. It’s Friday for me, and I could use an evening with homemade bread and vegetable soup and a good book and the knowledge that I don’t have to get up in the morning[1].
Also, the forsythia and redbuds are blooming, as well as daffodils, and the grounds folks have planted pansies everywhere. I also saw tons of little violets out in the back field, while Harriet and I were tracking bunnies. Well, Harriet was tracking; I was just along for the ride.
The best part, though? I haven’t had to turn on the heat in several days. It’s supposed to cool off again this weekend, but I think it’s safe to assume that winter is well and truly over. It’ll be nice to have a month or so where I don’t have to use heat or AC.
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1. I think Mr. Upstairs must be out of town, because I haven’t heard a peep from him in a couple of days. There was a fury of cleaning activity on, I think, Monday, then the next day, silence. I haven’t even heard water running. Hopefully, this means I’ll be able to get caught up on sleep this weekend!
Fun with Freecycle
Two posts just came in to the local Freecycle group. One was offering “Mormon Paraphernalia,” whatever on earth that might entail. Magic underpants?
The second was a request for WWII items, because the poster wants to redecorate his home in WWII decor. Who knew that WWII was a decorating scheme?! I mean, I don’t know about y’all, but when I think of WWII, I think of concentration camps and Nazis, which are not exactly the sorts of things I’d like to be surrounded with on a daily basis.
Just sayin’!
red paper boat 