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.