Where Is Love?
I've been gone five days from my home - my computer, most importantly. Forty-four emails in my Inbox - not one of them from a friend or relative.
Do you have any idea how demoralizing that is? Geez!
So...we briefly visited Block Island. It was a bit of a struggle trip. Missed boats, misplaced keys (you know, the beep-y, electronic, expensive to replace kind), challenging environment for a toddler, etc. The toddler has returned home having learned to growl and do this bulldog kind of face. The teenager has returned home grounded. The husband and wife are hardly even talking to each other and the dog almost ran into the freeway at the rest stop (another long, let's not go there story).
I love the holidays.
My other Inbox - the one connected to this blog - had seven email messages. One of them was from Sam, the rest were spam.
What happened to the love?
I'm gearing up all my thoughts for what kind of New Year's posting I just may have. I did enjoy (almost) all of the comments from friendly (and some not so friendly) faces on/from/near Block Island that told me they've been reading my blog and enjoying themselves. I've also been told that I would love soduku (did I even come close to what the word's supposed to be?) - the newest craze to hit those of us with a computer and no lives. I probably would love it. I'm just scared it'll suck in my precious free hour (in 30 min. increments) so I haven't checked it out yet. When I stop posting for weeks at a time, then you'll know.
Did I mention that in five days Sam was the only person - friend, foe or relative - that emailed me? People, people...The love I'm gettin' to my face ain't jivin' with the love I'm gettin' to my Virtual Reality.
Hope your holidays were filled with lots of good things and fattening foods.
posted by The Warbler | 12/30/2005 08:50:00 PM
9 Comments:
Yeah! I'm wondering that also! Where is the love! I was at the very least, expecting you to come by and throw some rocks at the house, or snow balls, or, in the words of my gkids, poopy. Just to let us know you were here. I know I know, too much to do and not enough time! It NEVER gets any better either. SO ANYWAY, we ALL, me too, still LOVE you. Like I tell my wifw all the time, "just because I don't think to tell you I love you doesn't mean I don't!" Been telling her that for 43 years this past 28th day of Dec.!
Ev,
You weren't the only ones I dissed, sorry to say. So many people I wanted to say hello to, but had a hard time around the baby's schedule, car schedule, husband working the whole time, etc., etc. I did wave to your driveway as I cruised by that one and only time.
Happy Anniversary!!!! You kids are a good example and you still seem so very much in love. Gee, 43 years. That's amazing. What were you, like, 12 when you got married?
I promise...scratch that, I will try with the utmost sticktoitiveness to stop by next time I'm on island. Which, after the last trip, could be a very long time.
Happy Anniversary Everett. It'll be Numero 23 for me this June. Down here in Texas they ask me how many times I've been married. "Once" I say meekly. People seem to shuffle off looking for somebody more promising after that! What are these folks, rabbits or something?
Sometimes I feel like Rodney Daingerfield - can't get no respect. I go to the doctor and he asks if I need some Viagra - and has the nerve to wink! Wink, wink. I felt like saying I needed some of those anxiety pills because I has the sudden urge to kick him in his southern exposure real bad.
But there's one good tradition in Texas, and that's that you have to pay your respects "to those that brung ya to the dance." That's a way of saying you have to call on old homey friends.
But I'm sure Everett understands, having to leave his babies to go out on military duty and all. And, it sounded like Block Island was the visit from Heck.
I've got a good one - and it's the Truth too. My son was maybe 1 or 2 and we got an invite to a real fancy Sunday brunch. I mean they had a guy dressed like an Admiral and a lady in a cocktail dress playing a huge harp. The kid, Eric, was a perfect cherub, almost radiant! Then Lori feeds him a little scrambled egg and the peace blew up, just like that. Ker-pow.
I think it was a food allergy or something, but scream, turn colors, and wail he did! The lady on the harp started crying, and Mr. Admiral bumped the sturgeon off the serving table and sh!t was flying everywhere. Man they were glad when we were gone, leaving a trail of goo in our wake - they didn't even ask us for any money.
Of course, we got in the car and the kid was fine, and went right to sleep. "I love you honey" I said, and we both laughed.
Happy New Years,
Sam
Sorry about the following Paula, probably the wrong venue but here goes.
The first time I got stationed up in Brunswick Me. my folks and Aunt and Uncle came up to visit us for the weekend. So one day we all get in Uncles great big assed brand new Caddy and off we go to Baileys Island to partake of the local Maine lobsters. All the time we Oldsters (me 24) are eating the bugs, the Uncle is feeding the youngest child, Bob, gobs of those wonderful piss-clams. By the time we finished and got back in the car to go to the lands end out there, Bob had probably had about two pounds of those clams. Riding in the back seat in Aunties lap, they, the clams, all returned to the surface and deposited themselves right down the neck (decollage?) of aunties dress. Oooh boy it was NOT a good ride back to the house! "Where is the love I thought you gave too me"? Right down your neck Auntie! They never came back for another visit!
Paula, Paula, Paula.... How could you think the love was gone? I would've written except that I was so busy setting a new personal best for 'most cookies eaten in a single season'that I couldn't take time out from that mission to express any sentiment (other than 'I wonder how many it takes to develop diabetes'). Anyway, new year, new leaf, same ol' love for friends. (We'll discuss the notion that we were on the same terminal moraine with no contact at a later date...)
Everett, I think the gals might be offended by our baby barf stories and bubbling pisser clams. But I had a great chuckle and I betcha Warbler can stand some boy-talk even if we're a little gross. I mean, that's true love, right?
Is Christmas already over?
Damn that shiraz.
M
Shiraz? Honey, I moved on to mimosas! (But I'm never eating clams or scrambled eggs again)
Oh, I feel a little empty with Christmas and New Years gone, too. Can't we just stretch this out with a wee bit more Shiraz and happiness?
I started taking down my Christmas lights on a huge tree today, as I blew out half of them somehow (my blowouts tend to be rather sparky-spectacular). The neighbors all got upset. "Don't you know, you can't do that until at LEAST January 6!"
So they started bringing over wine and beer and cookies and making sure I didn't blow up anymore electrical stuff. I think most had monster hangovers and the cookies were no longer on their diets (hint, I like the soft ones but those ole hockey pucks are rough, man!).
But a good time was had by all and I convinced them that the tree was dangerous, like with melted wires and black burned stuff (poor tree), and I left the house all lit up like Las Vegas - call it "colonial psychadelic" if you will.
What's next, Valentines? That's a long haul, baby. I think I need some good Italian comfort food between now and then.
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