"whoever touches us, teaches us....."

Monday, September 29, 2008

My iPod

Well it was one of those weekends with not much to do. I am not much for activity filled free time nor do I need to be constanly entertained. I do not, however, deal well with too much time alone. My mind wanders and does damaging things, creates scenarios that come out of God knows where, and I find things to worry about that I can't do anything about anyway. So to cope, I need to make things to do that occupy my brain...both sides. Not just mundane chores and routine tasks; I have those going on the side. No, I need something that totally keeps my attention . So somehow I decided that this was a good weekend to organize my music on my ipod. My computer has been acting funky lately, and between music and pictures, I started to realize I would lose a lot if it decided to crash and burn. So I started with my music, as I don't think I can even begin to touch the photos; no that will have to wait for a long weekend alone. Now if you have an Ipod and you are a not so young person, like myself...you undoubtedly were taught how to use it by a child or a teenager. On, off, download, sync, play..about all there is to it really. Except my music is all mixed up, much without titles, most without album cover pictures (thats the best part too) and some were on the ipod, some were still on the itunes player. All I can say is...trial and error. No such luck with the online manual; it referred to buttons that weren't there, disconnecting before ejecting, playlists you haven't created yet. All I wanted was all the classical together, all the Green day together, all the bluesy romantics together, etc......I just don't want to hear Viva la Vida in the middle of an Andrea Bocelli marathon! After much work and many hours of focused attention; I got the job done. I even have album covers where they are supposed to be and all my music is categorized. If only the photos would be so easy!

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I hate cars. I have never had a really nice car...the kind people wash in the touchless car wash, the kind people name, the kind people park in the parking place thats in the next zip code so no one parks next to them. I never really wanted one of those anyway. I just need 4 wheels and an engine...that are reliable, that I can trust, and that are relatively economical to fuel and maintain.  Besides that ...its just transportation. Oh...and did I mention a man to fix said car. Yeah; I need it to come with a man to do everything it needs except gas it up; I can do that. Actually I like to do that because I love the smell of gasoline and diesel. Beyond that, I hate taking the car in for any kind of repair or maintenance. I don't even like to take it in to get the oil changed. I can handle anything else; I can use a circular saw, do your income taxes, cast a nice line, even program and operate  a DVD. But... DO NOT ask me when I changed the oil in the car, or where I bought my battery, or what kind of tires I have. I don't want to know. I don't care. It makes my skin crawl and my eyes glaze over. I have cried when it didn't start and I fear the man who drives the tow truck.  I think all men who work under cars, also went to that schoool where they teach you exactly  how to make me feel stupid,  as well as how to sucker-punch  me for every penny left on my credit card limit. So imagine my gratitude when my best man friend in the world fixed mine for me last night.  And after about 20 minutes of trying to release a bolt with an inadequate tool not meant for cars....we went shopping and I became the proud owner of a metric socket set. 
With 60 pieces even. Don't hate me.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Moody Blues

I don't know what else it could be......I haven't been able to come up with any witty blog topics, I am content one minute, a raving hormonal wreck the next. Maybe its summer; I am ready for it to be over. Its hot and the yard and garden are looking rather grim. I wish I could say those cone flowers were mine; but mine didn't bloom. These were from a North Carolina trip 2 weeks ago. They temporarily made me feel happy; they tempted me with fall. But the mood returns too quickly. Restlessness, loneliness, boredom.

I do find joy in this beautiful part of the country,
but it also makes where I live pale in comparison. I find it harder and harder to suffer through the heat and the $200 power bills, with each passing year. I imagine if I lived where it was cold, I would pine away for tropical heat waves of the south. the grass is always greener, as they say.
I am blessed with what I have...why is it I always want something I can't have. Why can't I be happy with what I have and who I am.
When will autumn be here?