My Go Group got together and surprised me with this 70’s Decade Box to cheer me up, aren’t they amazing? It’s going to take me weeks to get through this all; it’s a ton of treats.
Contents of 1970s Decade Box
It was super hard to get a picture of the contents because my boys were in the room and every shot had a blurry little hand reaching in. Every day since it arrived they ask, Mom, can we have some candy from the 70s? They even told their teachers all about it, which is a tiny bit unfortunate because… [click to continue…]
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But I feel lousy (detailed accounting of all the ways I feel lousy upon request, even though I was saving it for an ebook)
My other bottle is empty.
We could discuss when they started marketing drugs like candy or just how much that bisque/bone color they used for the safety wrapper reminds one of very old women in the Miss Havisham mold, or if the green Nyquil works better than the cherry red one or why they market Nyquil in capsules when they are useless disappointments but what I really want to know is:
Do I really want to open this? I mean because it could be worth money some day. Everyone told me that the big money is in pharmaceuticals and I’d hate to be browsing through some drug con some day and see a new, safety sealed bottle of this going for $125 and kicking myself for never delaying gratification.
Your thoughts, please.
PS if anyone is in Canada and can get me one that says “new flavour” on the seal, I will reimburse you for cost, shipping and your time. Unless it’s ketchup flavoured, you can keep that.
Or, really there isn’t a right place to begin writing again, is there?
I’ve been doing fine, I suppose. There have been urges to do something BIG! and LIFE! AFFIRMING! but it seems in the movies that always involves heights, and I’m scared of those so instead I decided to go with doing the small and life sustaining things like take the kids to school and grocery stop.
So today I’m doing just that and on the way home the kids all fall asleep in the back of the car and I decided to take the long way home so I wouldn’t have to wake them. For once, it’s quiet and there’s not a whole lot of traffic on these back roads and it’s too easy to think. And Fast Car by Tracy Chapman comes on the radio and all of a sudden I can’t stop crying.
Crying while driving is always a tricky thing. You can’t really give in to it fully or you’ll really have something to cry about, yet you can’t do too much about it, either. You just sort of have to let it all flow out while establishing a blinking pattern that will leave you with near full visibility and hope your nose doesn’t get into the act, too, because the tissues always go missing out of the center console.
I considered going to the Starbucks drive through and getting something nice to drink but I wasn’t sure if crying girl ordering a grande caramel macchiato was some sort of horrible cliche or noteworthy enough that they’d all talk about it and remember me when I came back. Or for that matter, which would be a bigger blow to my self esteem. So I just drove until John Tesh started talking and I could distract myself with how much I dislike his radio show yet have never bothered to change the channel.
Later that afternoon, I was driving again and a woman driving a car approaching me was crying in her car. She looked angry, like she’d been in an argument and stormed off without considering where it was that she wanted to go. I hope that everything works out for her.
I guess if I tried hard enough I could squeeze out some meaning or lesson from this experience and make this a proper sort of blog post but really I think what I wanted to say was hey, this is where I am, more or less okay but sometimes I cry while driving.
PS thanks to everyone that left nice comments, emailed and called, it’s been very appreciated.
We are still dealing with the tragedy that struck my husband’s family and I will be unable to post for a few more days. Thank you all for your kindness and support, it’s been greatly appreciated.
I will not be around online until sometime in the coming week because of a death in my husband’s family. It was an unexpected and horrific loss and I’d prefer not to give details to preserve my family’s privacy. Please keep them in your thoughts as they seek closure and peace over the coming months. I am still in a state of shock and disbelief and not up to writing or socializing. Thank you all for your understanding and support.
