Perspective

I’ve heard it said that we are constantly in a state of War, with intermittent periods of Peace.

 

Today I saw a friend’s tagline say "This is why I live in Washington.  Beautiful!".  Currently, as I write this blog entry, it is sunny and 71 degrees F in the Seattle area.  Very nice, indeed.  Ask me when the last time the area had this nice of weather….hmmmmm a year ago, perhaps?  Will I enjoy it?  Yes, absolutely.  All 65 more days of it. 

They say Seattle is a city that is heavy laden with depressed people (because of the weather).  I must counter that the people must be the most optimistic, or they wouldn’t live here.  Hey–they LIVE for the 65+ days of sun!!  They drudge through 300 days of CRAPPY weather for the 65 days of sunshine.  THAT, to me, is the epitome of OPTIMISM.

I blogged once about how the good folk of the Pacific Northwest don’t understand temperature very well.  I now understand why.  It’s all about perspective.  If you have 300 plus days of rainy, cloudy, ugly weather where one is always wearing a coat, or jacket of some sort (hey…the native Washingtonians don’t even use umbrellas) when the sun comes out–it must be warm.  If the sun is out and its not raining…it’s "hot".  Temperature has nothing to do with it.  I was mistaken–I thought they were really referring to was the actual temperature and their skewed view (since they don’t understand the difference between hot and humid)–but NO.  Hot means–the sun is out and its not raining.  I get it now.

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Are these guys Red or Blue?

 

I don’t think it matters, but it’s funny!

 

Obviously something someone would put on YouTube, but a good friend emailed it to me.  She and I see most political things from the same perspective (she’s a little to my left, but that’s OK).

 

The guy on my right ("Jackie") seems like he wants to come out but hasn’t yet…

 

Red State Update

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Como piensan Uds (vosotros)?

Un amigo, hace años atras, me dijo algo muy interesante:

 

El que no ama por sufrir, sufre porque no ama.

 

Que quiere decir este dicho para vos?

 

Comentarios?

Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

First of all, I stole this from a friend’s blog.

Second of all, I’ve *always* had this, so I am not sure if it is so related to one’s age.

 

 

 

               AAADD – Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

1) The car isn’t washed
2) The bills aren’t paid
3) There is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
4) The flowers don’t have enough water,
5) There is still only 1 check in my check book,
6) I can’t find the remote,
7) I can’t find my glasses,
8) And I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I’m really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it, but first I’ll check my e-mail.

A Handyman I ain’t….

So my oldest wanted a new bedroom set for her birthday.  (It was a compromise:  a cell phone or a bedroom set.)  She would send me links to various sites that sold them, and finally I went out and got one.  I did my homework; I made sure I had the right serial numbers, names, style and size.  Afterall, it was a long hike to the place and I was spending a TON of cash.  I start worrying if it will all fit into her mother’s van, so I research delivery options.  It would essentially DOUBLE the cost, so I am on the hook for driving down there, picking it up and bringing it back. 

The store people were pretty helpful, and I got what I wanted and headed out.  It all fit nicely.  I start to assemble the bedframe–not bad…looks bigger than a "Twin"..but it’s the frame.  I get the wooden slat structure that is supposed to take place of a box spring.  That was a total PITA to assemble and when I finally get it done…3 hours have gone by and I lay it in the frame.  There is about a 60 cm (2 feet) gap…WTF? I take the mattress out of its bag and it fits on the wooden slats but the frame is too big.  How in the world did this happen?  I go and look at the box.  It says "Full/Double".  WHAT!  WHAT!! How could this happen?  The boxes were all in the same bin!  The slats were right, the mattress was right, but the frame is wrong!  Pure filth strews out of my mouth…over and over and over….I even invented my *own*words!

NOW I have to DIS-assemble the frame and box it up and take it back and then get the RIGHT size and bring to her house and RE-ASSEMBLE the thang….I am *SO* hating the bed right now…I shoulda bought the cellphone.