I am so sorry if I offended you. I am so sorry if we are walking into each other. So sorry if I parked perfectly and you didn’t. Must be my fault. No, none of that applies to me. Sorry/not sorry. For some reason my Boomlennial peeps keep apologizing. For nothing. The wrongs of the world are not your fault. Yesterday I went to church with a Manfriend because I am that wonderful. Sorry/not sorry. As we were pulling into the lot this huge pickup truck was parked terribly taking up two spaces and hanging out into the drive so everyone had to maneuver around him. Yes, it had to be a man. Little man probably. Sorry/not sorry. Throwing everyone off a bit. So Manfriend parks and we get out and examine how we faired and were pretty askew but kind of the norm. (Sorry/sorry). The lady next to us parks perfectly and comes over sorrying sorrying saying small man truck messed her up. It didn’t. She was just at that age where the world seems to do everything right and for some reason what isn’t right is your fault. I see it again and again and always want to yell Knock It Off but then I might be truly sorry/not sorry. Which leads me to a totally unrelated topic except that I was deep thinking about it in said church when I should have been paying more attention. Some attention. Color your gray hair. Is that too much to ask? Nice looking woman, cute outfit, ugly hair. Just such an easy fix. Losing weight haaaaard. Growing two inches also hard. Box of Nice and Easy? Nice and easy. That natural look is not good. Be a peacock. Slap on some bright lipstick. Fan your feathers. Maybe gray is a way to fade into the shadows so you don’t get noticed. And be sorry about everything. Maybe I should have paid more attention in church so I wouldn’t have to be so shallow and trivial. As if that’s a bad thing. Sorry.
Month: August 2018
Ya Got That Right!
I’m starting to realize that all my Boomlennial peeps have run out of words of wisdom and oh-so-fascinating stories. Too much energy this summer has been spent on listening to a rehashing of people’s lives that weren’t that interesting the first go round. Let us reminisce! Let us retell those great (huh??) stories from the past that weren’t really those glory days to start with. I know everyone’s lives take different paths so when you get together it’s fun/creepy to go back to what you had in common. I like to think, however, that in those fifty odd years where we haven’t been in touch SOMETHING sponge worthy must have happened #Seinfeld. (Google it). I’ve always hated to reminisce. (BTW that word is really hard to spell and even auto-correct doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.). I like to think that I always have stuff going on today or tomorrow that hopefully is a better story than that old sh*t. And if those stories still fire you up dear-oh-dear that is a problem. One of my wee dearests was facing a change in his life. He was processing it in his own way and probably making more sense of the situation then the big people. But we kept yak yaking about it and thought we were cagey enough that he wasn’t really paying attention to our conversation. Finally, wee one says “we don’t need to be talking about the past”. Brilliant! I couldn’t have said it better myself. And I’m always sure I could have. He was moving on. Just like that. We big people looked at each other, smiled, and that was that. Done. Saved us endless angst filled conversations for no apparent reason. Now I need to prophesise this new age thinking to my Boomlennial brethren. Wonder if they are going to story time at the public library? Maybe they should. And perhaps take out a current book. And read it. And talk about it. Has to be more intersting then that great mullet they had…..
Ponderings from Aulpay
Since I’m not into naming names, I’ve resorted to Pig Latin, or igPay atinLay. Any good Boomlennial is fluent in this language, or at least has picked around the edges. I could write a whole missive with it but the auto correct is already doing me in. When my bebes were little and starting to spell, I had to find another form of communication to talk about other people. Not that I would ever do that of course. Weirdly my dearest and I could actually speak this awesome language. Or enough to realize how creepy it was and stop already. So back to Ponderings from Aulpay. Divert daily. Wander weekly. Meander monthly. Abandon annually. I like!! Sometimes we just need to get out of our head and out of our space. Ruts are easy to flop into and without a good plan to get out it becomes home. Comfortable. Closed in. Dark. Boring. And that my friends is a word we’ve got to nix. A life we’ve got to adjust. This past month has been filled with the slow demise of way too many people. And not getting better. Yesterday was a new experience for me and I tried to think it was a good idea but it wasn’t. A friend had his own funeral/celebration of life. And he was there. And his family. And people were arriving with balloons pointing up and buying drinks for each other and trying to be festive I guess. It was not festive. Of course then the stories started flowing with the beer about surgeries, cancer, who is next, just loads of fun and games. I’m not there yet. Those are not conversations I’m ready to banter about at a gathering of any kind. Death is not funny. Illness is not funny. I had the feeling that the ‘organizing commitee’ had just come from the PTA bake sale and was relishing in how wonderfully they were orchestrating this non-event. They were probably far enough removed from the situation to not have that horrible feeling in their gut. Let’s cut the cake! Let’s take up a collection! Party time! Fortunately, my companion was feeling the same way so we left. I’m done. I Choose to find the young in spirit to fill my life. I Choose to find things everyday that get me out of my head. I Choose to have a new experience weekly that makes me go hmmm. I Choose to meander monthly just because I love the word meander and want to use it in conversation. One can never have too many vacays because it just dusts you off. And gives you something to talk about that has to be more interesting then disease and pestilence. Enough aidsay.