A small part of me wants to apologize ahead of time to anyone who might actually read this. I'm trying to make this a habit, this blogging thing, so that eventually I will "get used" to it and maybe even have something worth saying other than rambling. Or not.
This morning while i was driving in to work on my pleasant commute(mostly scenic back roads and no highways yay!) I was thinking. Seems i do a lot of "free" thinking Monday-Friday 7am-7:30am. Maybe because i'm not sullied from the day yet having had little contact with humans. Pretty much it's me and the kitties in the morning and they are always very happy to see me get out of bed so they can try and kill me as i go down the stairs to feed them. The most I get out of the man if he is still home is "Good morning, i love you, see you tonight"......and that's the long version. He's either still in bed trying to sleep (not if i'm up buddy) or he has already left for the day.
That would drive me insane, never knowing what time i was going in to work until the night before. Screw that. I am a routined woman. I get up at this time, brush my teeth at that time, and blah blah filler- out the door by 7am. I know when i need to be asleep by so that i'm not a scary woman during the day. Sleep is my antidepressant. I will never understand people who act like it's a waste of time. I love bed. I love covers and pillows and softness.......sigh. I wish i could work from bed. eh........scratch that.
My guy is the exact opposite. Routine is like a punishment to him. To me it's security. I'm living on the wild side when we mix it up on the weekend. It's kind of like i'd rather read about life than actually live it- and he can't sit still long enough to read because he's too busy living. There doesn't seem to be a happy medium. I'm not sure one is needed.
If ever there were two opposites- it is us. Most of the time it works well but when it doesn't, it REALLY doesn't. More about that in future entries i'm SURE.
Wanted to mention that I spent the weekend with my closest (and yet farthest away) friend Cathy. How I love her. A couple of hours is never enough so now we've gone into overnights and then THAT wasn't enough so now we are up to weekends. Anyone paying attention to us would probably think we are crazy- we talk and talk and talk and are able to follow each other's lead even when we end up off track which is constantly- I joke that when we are in the nursing home together our batteries on our hearing aids will die and no-one will know because we will still be chattering at each other - perfectly happy. Visiting her always feels like coming home. She is the closest thing i have to family (outside of my children) because we know each other's history. All of it. All the good and dirty bits too. And no matter what, time, distance, whatever- even when we don't see each other for over a year or talk to each other often- we pick up like we just saw each other yesterday.
So that's what i was thinking this morning, how lucky i am to have a beautiful commute to work and how grateful i am to have Cathy (Caterina I can't get used to that!) in my life. There are many people in my life to be grateful for and only a few to suffer the presence of. I guess that makes me a very lucky lady.
This morning while i was driving in to work on my pleasant commute(mostly scenic back roads and no highways yay!) I was thinking. Seems i do a lot of "free" thinking Monday-Friday 7am-7:30am. Maybe because i'm not sullied from the day yet having had little contact with humans. Pretty much it's me and the kitties in the morning and they are always very happy to see me get out of bed so they can try and kill me as i go down the stairs to feed them. The most I get out of the man if he is still home is "Good morning, i love you, see you tonight"......and that's the long version. He's either still in bed trying to sleep (not if i'm up buddy) or he has already left for the day.
That would drive me insane, never knowing what time i was going in to work until the night before. Screw that. I am a routined woman. I get up at this time, brush my teeth at that time, and blah blah filler- out the door by 7am. I know when i need to be asleep by so that i'm not a scary woman during the day. Sleep is my antidepressant. I will never understand people who act like it's a waste of time. I love bed. I love covers and pillows and softness.......sigh. I wish i could work from bed. eh........scratch that.
My guy is the exact opposite. Routine is like a punishment to him. To me it's security. I'm living on the wild side when we mix it up on the weekend. It's kind of like i'd rather read about life than actually live it- and he can't sit still long enough to read because he's too busy living. There doesn't seem to be a happy medium. I'm not sure one is needed.
If ever there were two opposites- it is us. Most of the time it works well but when it doesn't, it REALLY doesn't. More about that in future entries i'm SURE.
Wanted to mention that I spent the weekend with my closest (and yet farthest away) friend Cathy. How I love her. A couple of hours is never enough so now we've gone into overnights and then THAT wasn't enough so now we are up to weekends. Anyone paying attention to us would probably think we are crazy- we talk and talk and talk and are able to follow each other's lead even when we end up off track which is constantly- I joke that when we are in the nursing home together our batteries on our hearing aids will die and no-one will know because we will still be chattering at each other - perfectly happy. Visiting her always feels like coming home. She is the closest thing i have to family (outside of my children) because we know each other's history. All of it. All the good and dirty bits too. And no matter what, time, distance, whatever- even when we don't see each other for over a year or talk to each other often- we pick up like we just saw each other yesterday.
So that's what i was thinking this morning, how lucky i am to have a beautiful commute to work and how grateful i am to have Cathy (Caterina I can't get used to that!) in my life. There are many people in my life to be grateful for and only a few to suffer the presence of. I guess that makes me a very lucky lady.
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