Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Monday: The Day the Circus Came to Town

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Judging by how things are going here at Blogger, it Looks as if the circus may not have pulled out, after all. Maybe today will be interesting, too.

The last week actually didn't have a midway kind of feeling at all. Instead, it was quite somber. recently, life has been all about losing friends. Death, a couple dealing with terminal illnesses, and one the victim of self-destruction. Losing friends and loved ones is a natural part of life, but every so often there is pile-up in the schedule and one's coping skills get a bit frayed with overuse.

Sunday, I attended a memorial service and got through that reasonably well. I even went to bed that night thinking I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting some sleep in spite of the lingering hacking cough. And then, in the wee-est hours of the morning, the coughing was abruptly interrupted by the thought that the trial period offered by my web host had likely expired. I crawled from beneath the covers to check on the iPad and verified my suspicions. After getting the credit card and switching to the PC, I paid to secure the site and thought, "Now, now some rest, surely". Boy, was I wrong about that.

At this point, I have to skip to summing up the feel of the day, because the list of things that went whacko is far too long to enumerate and each is so trivial as to be of no interest to anyone—including me, at this point. For a general feel of the chaos, it ranged from a power outage, to news that underneath its covers my website was a wreck, to news that my daily prescription could not be refilled, then a lively wriggling dog covered in mud faced by a lady who can't get get up and down off the floor without major assistance. And not a husband in sight. He (the Husband) was gone for the day and I was fielding calls from him all day about things he had lost and how exhausting his trip was.

I knew I could give in to rage, sit down and cry, or find the humor in it all.  I elected to see the day as a Keystone Kops sort of affair. Or, an episode of I Love Lucy, only picture a crippled-up, decrepit Lucy trying to deal with those chocolates on the conveyor belt. Every time I thought I was getting on top of things another "pipe would burst".

It definitely was a circus of sorts. No cheerful calliope music; but, it took my mind off my mourning.

Today, we only have frozen water pipes. Yawn. Looking good, so far.


  1. I'm sorry for your losses. My thoughts are with their families and you, and I hope things improve soon.

  2. Oh darn. I am sorry you are having a pile up (good description!). I hope today is a better day. Wish I lived nearby - I'd come over with brownies and cough syrup (or lemon, honey, and brandy).

  3. Roberta—It does feel like a pile up. Inside the wall, here, things are fine. Still, I am having trouble shaking the blues. I know each day will be better.

    Hey, those brownies sounded so yummy, I decided that I had to bake some. I wish you could drop by. If I could drink, I would opt for brownies and brandy.

  4. JP—Thank you for the kind thoughts. As I grow older, friends become more important which means that their ups, downs, and challenges become more a part of my daily experience. I will get this all in perspective soon. Staying clear about what we can change and what we can't is critical.

  5. Sorry to hear about that chaotic day. Isn't interesting what odd things we think about at say, 2:00 AM. I had one of those exhausting, fun-filled days about a week ago. When I went to bed, around 9:00 PM, I honestly don't think that the second hand made it to 9:00:15 before I was dead asleep. It was exhausting. Hopefully you'll have a whole lot of better days. I guess these just crop up to give us appreciation for the days when we think that things are 'boring' :D Keep a smile on your face, Lucy!!!

  6. Paul— Or, perhaps those days are provided for comic relief. As I watched the silent slapstick roll, I marveled at the whacky plot line. Yes, it is very interesting how our minds work and most especially in those wee hous of the AM. I suppose that thought of mine was bubbling under the surface for some time before I relaxed enough for it to surface. I am grateful it came through. Yes, days that tiring do serve to put "normal" days in an even better light.

  7. I have begun to find that as I loose those close to me, it makes me appreciate those I have left all the more.

  8. Steve—This is a wise choice. My problem is that to be crude, "They are dropping like flies". I am a bit shell-shocked, at the moment. Still, I am re-focusing throughout each day on happy memories. Thank you for the thoughtful reminder.

  9. Chaotic days happen. Sorry to hear you had one of those days. Hope the pipes are not damaged. That is an inviting path. Maybe a walk down it would be the remedy for the day. Hugs, my friend!

    1. Monte, I don't know how I neglected to respond to some of your comments. My apologies. I am a bit scattered these days. Too many plates on sticks.

      The pipes were not damaged, thanks. In this climate, the newer homes have these new plastic expandable pipes that help enormously with the situation. We are grateful for that.

      That walk sounds good.


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