Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
May 16, 2006
Thinking...
- Grandma's brother Sam passed away yesterday. He was 94. This makes her the only one of her large family left. I know she's made of hardy stock, but how long can she defy the odds?
- This is a flood for the record books, but to look out our apartment window you would never know it. The Merrimack is well out of it's banks and the wetlands (read: swamp) behind our building nearly overflowed into the parking lot. Still, I haven't encountered much more than a deep puddle on my way to work.
- We're moving into our new office this week. Just up one flight of stairs, so it's not a big hassle. My department is still downstairs but the coffee machine is already on it's way up. How can I be expected to work without a coffee machine?
- My nails didn't last. The sides were still weak and had been snagging on things. This morning I had to trim them off. So much for that manicure idea.
- I don't really like Brazil nuts, yet my bag of mixed nuts seems to be full of them.
Posted by criminal at May 16, 2006 11:09 AM
Comments
I comfort myself by thinking that there must be some cosmic order of things that balances out the passing of the young with the old. It must be difficult to survive when so many from your generation are passing on. It is also extremely difficult when someone as young as my cousin's 16-year-old daughter dies. This tragic family death just happened recently and really got me thinking. I don't have any answers. But, perhaps the soul knows best when it is truly time to depart.
Posted by: Marj (aka Thriver) at May 17, 2006 01:24 PM