I have been aching to whine for weeks
I mean it is in my DNA,but I have been busy staying positive and professional and all that.
Since it is the first week of summer and the birds are singing, the bees are buzzing, the kids are BORED .. I think it is time to whine a little ...
Whine 1 - I cut myself shaving. I know, I know we all do that. But I cut my
face shaving my
legs.
Let me set the stage without being too indelicate ...
I was in the shower and reached the razor behind my head to put it under the water so I could rinse it off and as I did, I felt the cold razor blade on my face and suddenly I was bleeding ...
alot.
My first response was a bit of a freak-out thinking I had just scarred the only 50 square inches (how many square inches is a face do you think) of my anatomy left unscarred from one mishap or another,
but once I got a little bit calmed down realized that I had just
cut my face shaving my legs and would get to wear one of those tiny little pieces of bathroom tissue stuck to my face for a little while, which was actually kind of cool, although I was the only one home and no one would see me.
So, I kept checking out the window for the UPS driver, so he could see my tissue-papered injury and I would get to announce -
yeah, just cut
my face ...
shaving my legs ... but that never happened.
Whine 2 - this is kind of a little lesson wrapped in a whine - my chiropractor raised his prices and my health insurance doesn't cover chiropractic care
(or dental care or vision care or any of the other things I guess we are not really supposed to require)
even though hubby and I pay over $8000.00 a year for it ...
sigh
Anyhoo, he raised his prices and it honestly wasn't very much of a price increase and I was actually sort of ok with it until I happened to be in the parking lot last week when he pulled in -
and I saw his brand new, incredibly shiny, incredibly red
JAGUARand this little resentful voice in my head immediately was all
"well, this we do not like."He had gotten an expensive new car, and I judged that a little bit.
(actually, he had gotten an expensive new Jaguar and I judged that
alot)
And that voice continued with, “Is
this why I am paying more?"
"Who does he think he is?!”Ouch ...So, I had to take a breath and sit with my little self-righteous self for a minute and think this all through. What exactly was I judging here?
Because here’s the deal - I
know we are not meant to stay small. I know we are not meant to be broke.
My chiropractor is very good. Why doesn't he get to drive a Jaguar? I don’t want to stay small. So, why would I want him to stay small?
Even though my idea of EXPANSION is
not a Jaguar - what was my real problem with this?
(it wasn't a
Hummer, for pete's sake)
Whine 3 - We've got crop circles. Well, we don't exactly have crops and we don't exactly have circles, but we've got something in our corn ... or what used to be our corn ... or what
could have been our corn ...
Let me set the scene - hubby goes outside to water the
farm garden and he comes inside for about 30 seconds to get a drink of water
(he will not drink hose water or let Olive drink it - personally I am not bothered by the bacteria growing in the 100 degree, 100 feet of plastic tubing, but I am a tough Jersey girl after all)He goes back outside. He then comes in screaming the kind of four letter words that
even I will not lay down on paper. The corn was dead-
all the corn was cut off as if with a little sickle, every single stalk within the 30 seconds it took George to walk across the yard, into the house, drink a glass of water and walk back outside.
"Is this some kind of f---ng joke!", he is yelling up at the trees.
The most logical (if there is one) explanation is that this was a very hot day, he had just watered the corn, corn stalk leaves hold water very well, some tiny little thirsty critter gang had rushed the corn stalks for the water and cut every stalk off at the base to get to the leaves ...
(or maybe the corn was just tired and wanted to lay down ... like forever)it was something like this -----> ... well, sort of16 stalks in 30 secondssome kind of crop circle making record, I am sure.
Hubby later described this to people as the stalks being cut almost all the way through, almost down to the very base and then pushed over, just like you would cut down a tree ...
When he said this, I caught his eye and held it. He knew what I was thinking.
He knew I was thinking about the trees we had just cut down. The trees that, although rotted, were also in the way of his
farm garden and his sunset just like his little cornstalks were in the way of that critter gang getting to its water supply.
Of course, hubby thinks I am the kind of person who sees
signs in all sorts of ridiculous things, including burned toast crumbs.
(which was just that
one time, when they happened to fall into an amazing silhouette of a dangerously
bent bicycle and had me driving my car to the post office that day ...
just in case)
And of course, since I
am the kind of girl who turns lemons into lemonade
(well, cans of frozen lemon concentrate anyway)let me recap (1) if we see a girl with a piece of bathroom tissue stuck to her face, maybe we should feel a bit of shock and awe for the type of shower manuever she was most likely performing and not assume she had just popped some kind of gigantic pimple
and (2) when someone gets a new car, even if that car is a bit
much and that someone is someone we are paying- maybe
especially if that someone is someone we are paying, be happy that our money has expanded their world and know that it is busy expanding ours,
too.
and (3) when crop circles happen just think of the great story this will make one day (and next year plant your corn with some critter-proof fencing like all the other vegetables or at least get some kind of video monitoring system installed to determine which critter gang is responsible for the carnage and maybe win yourself a free year's supply of dog food on that amazing animal tv show).
Life is a classroom folks. Lessons are everywhere.crop circle digital print by
SkinkInk
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