a random collection of thoughts

April 15, 2010

Being part of the Sesame Street generation, I don’t always have a great attention span so here are some random thoughts in place of a cohesive post.

The turtle is done! I knit and ripped that sucker apart a bunch of times but it’s finally complete. Now I just have to remember to send it to my nephew.

Mad props to Ruth, who created the turtle pattern. My camera sucks. I need a new one but know nothing about cameras. Time to do some research.

C and me started a run/walk program this week. I love having someone to do this with. It keeps me from dwelling on the negative.  We aren’t keeping track of distance or pace, just time. Also, I got rid of the scale so this really is exercise for the sake of feeling good and being healthy. My OCD nature wants to track every mile, every pace, and every pound but I’m trying this sane approach instead.

Yesterday, I made yogurt, granola bars and crackers from scratch. I have too much time on my hands but it does taste better than the overpriced crap from the store.

This caught my attention.  I can’t get over this guy. 

Last month, he told a probation officer during a pre-sentencing interview that he hoped his victims had learned something from the experience, like how to keep their doors locked.

So following his logic if I were to say, shoot him through the chest it would be his fault for not wearing a bullet-proof vest. Except that like most people, I understand that if I shoot (or rape) another human being that I’m in the wrong and can’t just excuse it away. Kudos to the young women for reporting it to the police and taking his ass to court. That takes immense courage.

Finally, I really wish I’d had the wise Bristol Palin for a role model as a teen. Clearly, one should only get knocked up in high school if one comes from a wealthy family. Despite my poor socioeconomic background and dysfunctional family, I had a baby at 17 and went on to get a degree. My daughter is now in her third year of university and doing just fine thank-you, Bristol. It definitely wasn’t pretty at times but sometimes it was brilliant and we both seem to have survived. It probably helped that I never made a PSA about how having her was wrong. Just sayin’.

  These days I’m really smart and sleep with a woman instead. No need to pause before I play anymore!

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My knight in shining Gore-tex.

April 3, 2010

Tonight we went for a walk through our ‘hood. First we strolled past the yarn store so I could check if they are open tomorrow — this being a holiday weekend. I need a certain size of needles to finish the infamous turtle. It’s looking a lot less obscene now that it has a body and legs. I just need to make the shell and glue some eyes on it and it’ll be done.

Next we walked to the local park to sit on the benches overlooking the harbour. There is this great tree beside the benches. Well, I think it’s several trees that have intertwined over the years. I’ve always wanted to climb it and mentioned this to C. “So go and climb it.” she told me. I’m a lot less flexible and agile these days and said it probably wasn’t wise.

She stood up and walked over to the tree. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to climb the tree.” This is one of many reasons I love her. When I don’t think I can do something, she often shows me that I can. So up we went — ages 36 and 39 respectively. We didn’t climb as high as we would have 30 years ago but whatever. I snuck a kiss. Then another. We watched fog rolling in over the harbour for a while. Finally I climbed back down to see if there was a nice angle from which to photograph the tree.

We hung out in silence for a good ten minutes just enjoying the place. Then I noticed her looking down at me. “What?” I asked. “I’m thinking you should come back up and kiss me again.” she informed me. “No way. You come down and kiss me.” She didn’t budge. “Fine.” I grumbled, “You did make me pancakes today.” She laughed and I climbed back up and kissed her again.

On the way down I don’t know what I did but I miscalculated something. Before I knew it, my left leg was swinging in mid-air so I flung my right leg over this huge branch. Now I was straddling the tree and stuck. This is precisely why people with no visual-spatial skills should stay on the ground. I have a killer bruise to prove it. 

C was cracking up so I pretended I was grumpy. “You couldn’t have just climbed down to kiss me? Great. Now I’m humping a tree and all because you couldn’t climb down. Someone is probably going to call the authorities to report the old lesbians in the tree performing lewd acts.”, I hissed. She just continued laughing at me. I was too.

“What do you want me to do?”, she asked. “I can’t see where to put my foot and I’m not going to just put it down without knowing there is a firm spot.” Ms. C gallantly climbed down the other side of the tree and directed me as to where I could safely place my foot. Which earned her another kiss and the honor of being “My Knight in Shining Gore-tex”.  When I take a risk and end up needing help, there is C. Another of the many reasons I love her.