But, to be existential about it, what is normal? Hmmm, shall have to ponder that for a bit.
Anyway, in the midst of returning from OK and the whole mom thing, I didn’t get a chance to be all gloaty and crap about the Dems taking the house AND the senate! W00t!! I was beginning to fear for our country (beginning?? hah Y’all know I been a’feared for it for quite some time). It was lovely to see a moment of sanity. (All due apologies to Cousin ‘O Flair and her sweet but misguided ‘publican self!) And then Rumsfeld being retired to sit around in his footie pajamas! What a week it was for America!
(I wonder if the House and the Senate turning blue caused my mom to shuffle off this mortal coil faster than she would have otherwise. Things that make you go … hmmmm!)
Gloating is fun, schadenfraude is funner. (Does a happy dance around the room, trips over sleeping cats and has a shadenfreude moment of her own!)
I am anxious to get back into my routine and create some order among the chaos here. Of course, doing so would require that I get up off my blogging butt and DO something. GAH! We cannot have that. No No No!
(Goes to get another in a series of pumpkin coffees and perhaps a sweet treat with it. I think I need to figure out how to get pictures to show up on here. I would love to post one of my mom for y’all to see.)
You know? I wondered the same about my grammy as her departure was so quickly after ronald reagan died. She had the hots for him….i heart my blue state!!!!
My guilty joy after my Mom passed was having my weekends free again. Oh the joy in it: two whole days off, away from the nearness of death, away from work to putter and breathe in life again.
My Mom lingered for 5 months in the nursing home. Perhaps she could have lingered longer, but she sensed we were all wracked with heartache seeing her go, so she sped up the process.
And the “tipping point” for the Senate was Virginia, of all states! Wow, that was unexpected.
“Normal” is simply a setting on your washing machine. Through it we all get soaked, wet, wrung and spun around. It’s fun. It’s life and we come out sparkly clean at the end.
Considering the alternative is to be beaten against river rocks by Laura Ingalls Wilder – I’ll take a double shot straight up of Normal life vs. that “on the rocks” life anytime.
Still with you in spirit and I’d love to see a pic of Mom. Please share! -Margie