Posted by barb on Jun 4, 2010 in
Random Thoughts Back when I was only working part-time, and even when I would sleep in on work-from-home days, my husband would often try to sneak out of the house without waking me. I know he was trying to be courteous, allowing me the extra sleep he wouldn’t get that morning. However, I need the proper good-bye. Most mornings, no matter how quiet he tried to be, I would hear the door close behind him. then I’d bolt out of bed, run downstairs and out the front door in my jammies, and I would demand my good-bye hug and kiss.
For a while I think he looked at it as a kind of game – could he succeed in getting out of the house without my noticing? But I kept telling him that I wanted…no, needed…that good-bye. Mornings that I woke up after he’d left, without my good-bye, I would cry. It took a while, but I finally got him to understand how much I needed that good-bye, and he would at least come upstairs and kiss me before he left for work – he had figured out that this was much less disruptive to my sleep than bolting out of bed to track him down.
To be honest, I’m not sure I even knew why I felt I needed the good-bye every morning – afterall, I would be seeing him again in a few hours, right? But if I think back, I have a feeling it comes from the death of a high school friend of mine. I still remember the last words we exchanged. He and I were walking out of chemistry class into the melee of the high school halls. It was a Friday. He said, “Have a good weekend.” I said, “I’ll try!” That was it. What a stupid thing to say. Why not, “Thanks you have one, too”? No, just “I’ll try”.
I know that we can’t plan our last words to anyone because life is unpredictable. But I do know that I can give my husband a hug and a kiss every day before we part. I suppose that has to be enough.
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Posted by barb on Jan 31, 2006 in
Random Thoughts Adjust the tongue on my sneakers before getting into the car. And for Goddess’ sake, failing that, adjust it before getting onto the Beltway; otherwise, I’ll have an unhealthy fixation on how much my foot hurts all 35 miles to work.
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Posted by barb on Jan 23, 2006 in
Random Thoughts Drink a lot of water with the prozac in the morning. Otherwise, it seems to lodge somewhere, the capsule breaks apart, and I belch up prozac into my nose. This is not a pleasant experience.
Tags: health, mental note
Posted by barb on Jan 6, 2006 in
Random Thoughts Put the tights on under the tummy-constricting undergarment.
Why? Because if the tights are over the tummy-constricting undergarment, the waistband has only a smooth, satin-y surfact to grab onto. Not good.
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Posted by barb on Mar 21, 2005 in
Random Thoughts The last four or five times that I’ve parked my car in a lot (i.e. not just outside the house), I have forgotten to lock the doors.
Last summer I bought a new car — you know, one with the spiffy automatic locks that you can trigger from your key chain. It was a novelty for a while. Ooo, look at me, I have the power to remotely unlock my doors. (Okay, so it’s not a big deal to most people, but I’d been a poor student for so long that I figured I would never have a new car, let alone one with spiffy remote locks. Laugh at me if you must.)
Apparently the novelty has worn off, because I keep forgetting to zap my car when I get out. Several times, it has only been Andrew’s prompting that has gotten the doors locked. And the times that I have remembered in the past week, I’ve zapped the car two or three times, just to make up for the times that I’ve forgotten…as if that’s going to do any good.
So, if you see me in a parking lot in the near future, just give me a holler — “Lock the doors, you moron!.” My car will blink a happy greeting.
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Posted by barb on Feb 16, 2005 in
Random Thoughts Don’t wear my clogs on days that I’m going to be walking much!
They are very comfortable for shuffling about the office, but I just got back from walking first from the office to the main gate, then from building 26 back to my office, and I’ve got the beginnings of blisters. Ugh.
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