Yep, I can feel it--trouble's coming and I'm going to be right in the middle of it if I'm not careful. I'm not even one of those jumpy rabbit kind of people who leap around with their heads twisted over one shoulder watching for creepy things to leap out and grab them from dark corners as they go scuttling past. In fact, I very rarely worry about being in trouble and I sleep well at night, but lately I've been feeling the cold shivers from doom's breath on my neck.
And all of this is because of what is sitting on the edge of my bathroom sink. Who would have thought that trouble and pain would come from such an inauspicious place and lurk in the depths of a toothpaste tube? That's right, a toothpaste tube! I recently bought some new toothpaste (which I don't really like by the way) and all the trouble started threatening then.
What is this trouble I feel creeping around waiting to grab me in some unsuspecting moment of time? It's just that my toothpaste and my face wash both sit upright on flat caps. I've been down this road before and it isn't a pretty one. I know it is only a matter of time before I crawl out of bed one dark morning and use my toothpaste to wash my face or my face wash to brush my teeth because my sleep-fuddled mind will not have grasped the difference between the two of them. I've come this close to doing it before and now here I am, tempting fate again.
I don't know what sadistic man thought that it would be a good idea to make toothpaste with a flat cap, but I pity his wife, girlfriend, grand mother, mother, sister, aunt or significant other that made him design it. I don't know what she had done to deserve his hatred but it must have been bad. Otherwise who in their right mind would have made two hygienic products that could easily be mistaken by innocent people who would undoubtedly be using them while in a sleepy stupor? And when my doom finally catches up with me and I use the wrong product in the wrong place in spite of all my clever attempts to keep myself from making that mistake, I can guarantee that I will be thinking mean thoughts of this unknown fellow human and hoping that they get their mouthwash and their eye drops mixed up as retribution!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Finally
Well, I finally made it back to this page. I guess dipping my toes in and testing the waters was the wrong way to go about this--I should have jumped in and just sunk or swum. Life is like that most of the time, you have to jump in, being cautious doesn't usually get you the results you want.
Life is funny in a lot of ways. I was driving home the other day and it was about 98 degrees and 95% humidity. Not exactly comfortable weather for anything. I came around a curve and there was a car, dead in the road. There was one young woman in the car and another woman about 80 years old trying to push it out of the way with the bumper of her truck. Being the person that I am, I pulled off the road and asked if they needed help--it's what a decent human should do. So I got out and pushed the car out of the way while two guys sat in a truck behind us and watched and other traffic went whizzing by us as soon as we opened the way.
What is it with people who don't want to stop and help? The lady in trouble was obviously not concealing a chainsaw under her jacket waiting to wield it on the first unwary idiot to stop and offer to help. She wasn't wearing enough clothes to conceal a pen knife. And the 80 year old woman had both of her legs in support stockings so she wasn't likely to run fast enough to catch someone and murder them either. So, since it was obvious from a brief, casual initial glance that life and limb were not in danger--where would the harm in stopping to help out be?
It's sad to think that we live in a culture that doesn't value helping others more. We're big into talking about random acts of kindness and talking care of people, but talk is cheap.
Life is funny in a lot of ways. I was driving home the other day and it was about 98 degrees and 95% humidity. Not exactly comfortable weather for anything. I came around a curve and there was a car, dead in the road. There was one young woman in the car and another woman about 80 years old trying to push it out of the way with the bumper of her truck. Being the person that I am, I pulled off the road and asked if they needed help--it's what a decent human should do. So I got out and pushed the car out of the way while two guys sat in a truck behind us and watched and other traffic went whizzing by us as soon as we opened the way.
What is it with people who don't want to stop and help? The lady in trouble was obviously not concealing a chainsaw under her jacket waiting to wield it on the first unwary idiot to stop and offer to help. She wasn't wearing enough clothes to conceal a pen knife. And the 80 year old woman had both of her legs in support stockings so she wasn't likely to run fast enough to catch someone and murder them either. So, since it was obvious from a brief, casual initial glance that life and limb were not in danger--where would the harm in stopping to help out be?
It's sad to think that we live in a culture that doesn't value helping others more. We're big into talking about random acts of kindness and talking care of people, but talk is cheap.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
First you wade
Well, here it goes, my first step into the world of blogging. I've been thinking about it for quite sometime now but have never gotten around to it. However, all good things must come to an end and now the world will be that much more polluted since I am now putting it out there. One more person who feels like what's in my mind will be worth the effort of writing down so that other people can critique it and be enriched.
I am going to assume that blogging is much like swimming and therefore start out by dipping my toes in to test the waters instead of just jumping in on the 12' side of the pool and then remembering that I don't know how to swim. I don't happen to see any lifeguards hanging around waiting to rescue me, so perhaps caution won't be a total waste of my time. Once I've dipped my toes, if the water is icy, I might have to stand and shiver for awhile before I get brave enough to sit on the side and dangle my legs--but we shall see. However, it's warm and comfy then I might jump in right away.
I am going to assume that blogging is much like swimming and therefore start out by dipping my toes in to test the waters instead of just jumping in on the 12' side of the pool and then remembering that I don't know how to swim. I don't happen to see any lifeguards hanging around waiting to rescue me, so perhaps caution won't be a total waste of my time. Once I've dipped my toes, if the water is icy, I might have to stand and shiver for awhile before I get brave enough to sit on the side and dangle my legs--but we shall see. However, it's warm and comfy then I might jump in right away.
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