Let the Sun Shine Through

Why is it that you always put off doing the important things until you are forced to deal with them.

Today I'm washing windows on the outside of my house because winter is just around the corner, and I can't see out. I've had this panic feeling that if I don't get it done now it will be spring before I'll be able to see out or any light will be able to get in. As I'm out in the cold wind on a day that is maybe +2C I'm thinking why did I wait so long. It takes all the elbow grease I can muster to wipe off the window cleaner that I've spray on. I spray on blue water and as I rub it turns white and thick, struggling to decide if it should become ice. (How can that be? AHHH!) Anyway, it takes alot of elbow grease to get it all off and when I'm done I tell myself "next time I'll get it done at the right time and save myself a lot of grief". I've lived here for 5 summers and I haven't succeeded yet, think it will happen next time?

By the way, when I came inside and cleaned the inside windows I found myself looking at streaks as I gazed out; the up side is the sun can now get in between the lines. (If anyone knows the secret to no streaks please let me know.) Oh well, can't have everything so we will be content with little streaks until next spring when the wind will blow and once again the dirt will close in the windows and I will again find myself climbing the ladder to clean those darn windows.

Hope the sun is shining through for you. Have a great day!

Security Blanket for You?

Went on my holiday and for the first time in my life I was the minority. That may not seem that bad to you but for me it was uncomfortable. When there was talking going on around me and I had no idea what was being said it made me a little nervous.

It all began as we arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica. We were going through immigration at the airport and the man is asking us where we're staying while there and how long will be our stay. Not bad questions but when all you know is that you're staying at a house in San Jose and he wants to know where it is, it kind of rocks your world. He was not letting us through with out an address. Thankfully my sister, who was with us, was close by and could answer these questions.

Then as we drove there was nothing that looked familiar, no houses like ours and bars on everyone's windows and doors. You go out to eat and have no idea what is on the menu. That is a very strange feeling. (Thank goodness that we were with my sister and brother-in-law who could speak Spanish, were patient with us, and never made us feel bad for asking.)

Now this is not a blog about Costa Rica but about feeling uncomfortable when you are totally out of your element. Some people love and thrive on the adventure of the unknown but I discovered that I like a little security in my adventures. (Thank goodness we had gone with someone who knew the place and people like the back of their hands.)

I never would have thought that it would bother me to go into a situation where I couldn't communicate. I am sure that most of the people must have found me strange as I stood there with troubled brow, nodding with my head telling them with these strange sounds that I had no idea what they were trying to say. I say strange sound because that is what I heard from them. It did sound just like a bunch of gibberish to me. (I wonder if they hear their language the way we hear English?)

Isn't it presumptuous of me to think that somehow I would be able to communicate without even taking the time to learn a little of the language?

I know you all are thinking how elementary of me to think this way but you know that is how I thought, and this blog is the reality of how I felt. You somehow think you can get by.

By the way, our trip was the best, we got to see Costa Rica at the level which the nationals live and not the tourist places, which is exactly what we wanted to do. It was a marvelous trip. We loved it, but I learnt things about myself that I would never have known. I am certainly going back, but the next time I hope to know a little bit of the language so that I can get the drift of what is being asked of me, or be able to give them an idea of where I am drifting too.

That about wraps up my thoughts on this topic of security. How about yours?

Undie, Where?

I'm going away for a holiday and of course the first thing that has to get done is the laundry. Doesn't sound very interesting and it's not, so my mind gets off on it's crazy road of who decided what.

Well because I'm folding clothes I get to thinking about all the underwear that people have and what is it's purpose. Who decided what undies should look like and what purpose should they have? I know the whole thing should seem rather obvious but when you really think about under things it seems a little strange what some people wear and what the purpose is.

Why do people wear things like thongs? It can't be hygeine cause they don't cover enough to fulfill that purpose. Some of the bras are really rather useless when it comes to holding them puppies in. And the really funny thing is that if you wear the things that do the obvious job then you don't want anyone to know cause they are considered granny clothes.

Men's jocks come in all kinds of styles. Boxers, what do they accomplish? Especially the really lose ones. My young grandsons have their first boxer briefs and their Mom said to me "I showed them how to pull the legs down in their jeans and they really love them". I chuckle at that because it's like layering clothes. Why wear any? Wouldn't that be just as comfortable? (I guess that if you rip your jeans then at least you won't see skin.)

Well that about raps my crazy thoughts on undies. I'm not sure where these thoughts came from but hopefully my holiday will help get my mind back on track.

Catch you later!

blind as a horse?

I was thinking about my need for glasses and how much I hate it.

I have always had great eyesight and still do when it comes to looking at distance but my short sight is getting worse at lighting speed. As I write this I am sitting at my computer without my glasses and thinking that if only my arms were longer I'd be able to see this screen much better. Yes, I know you are thinking just get up and put those glasses on, but (don't you just love buts) I'm in a hurry to get to work and while these thoughts are in my head I need to get them down because at my age thoughts come and go at an incredibly fast rate and once gone, often gone for good LOL.

Oh dear, I got off topic and now I've got to get back on and with my lost thoughts who knows where we'll end up.

Oh yeah, how I don't like my glasses. Well, because I don't need glasses for the majority of my days activities I put them off and on several times a day. My Optometrist thought that graduated lenses would solve my dilemma, sounded good to me. I went ahead and purchased them only to find that they have many varying sight lines and you have to get it just right. Oh, and to top it off the smaller the glass lens the smaller your perfect sight line is. You can imagine what has happened to me. I can hardly find the perfect place to hold my head so I can see when I look away and then a new position for when I read or do those really important things like, sign checks, credit card slips, or blog. (I'm sure that people wonder if I have a condition as they watch me trying to do those important tasks.) Anyway, that is why I am sitting here to day thinking how I wish I would not find my self becoming "blind as a horse", and becoming more and more dependant on these stylish, (yes stylish because we women are always concerned about our fashion statement) glasses and becoming more and more frustrated with this thing called aging. By the way, my optometrist informs me that it happens to everyone and there is nothing we can do about it. I don't think there is any laser surgery for this. (sigh!)

Anyone know why we use the saying "blind as a horse"?

Oh no, just glanced at the time and realize that I'm just a little late for work. Think the boss will fire me?

Catch you later!

hi-speed internet

Today when I was talking to my son about the glitch he had to fix on my computer so that I could use my hi-speed internet I realized that somewhere my brain was missing a charge.

My daughter said she would help me on my laptop to learn how to use my blog site. So Fri. night I headed to her place to have my lesson. I couldn't get on her wireless so she took my computer, clicked on all kinds of things, I have no idea where she found them, and "voila" we were on the internet. When the lesson ended I packed my laptop and headed home.

On Tues. night my Hubby could not connect. A little frustrated he inquires as to what we had done to the computer and I being the genius that I am replied with "I don't know". After attempting to correct the problem my Hubby went to bed frustrated.

Feeling bad I called my daughter first thing the next morning. "Can you get me back to where I turn on our internet?" She tried to get me around to solve the problem and undo whatever it was the she had done, but the truth be known she didn't know what she had done. I think her confession was something like "I don't know, I just clicked on different things and all of a sudden it worked. It was a fluke."

My mind could only think of how to let my Hubby know that we would have to get our computer tech. to fix this little problem that probably was some stupid click that anyone with any computer knowledge would know. It was going to be embarrassing, and cost us money.

Then my daughter with her wisdom says "Mom call son #2 and have him fix it. That's what he does. It's his job. He can fix it where I'm not sure what I'm doing."

I call Son#2 and sure enough he would come at the end of his work day and fix it, and it would only take him 5-10 min. I think he said something like "It's okay Mom, I do this all the time. You'd be surprised how often I get called out for this." He did come and fix it, we had simply changed some connection thingy.

When I called to see if it was done, cause I wasn't home at the time that he was here, he told me no problem and as we talked I realized that the reason I hadn't thought to call him was because he works in the oilfield and in my mind that is what he fixed, "oilfield hi-speed internet". It never occurred to me that he could fix my house hi-speed internet.

That is when I realized that internet is internet. There is no special internet for the oilfield that's different than mine.

Now, pleeease.... don't write me off just yet. I am not that dumb about these things, inside I knew how it worked but since I've lost my marbles these kinds of moments are happening.

So, if you come across my marbles would you please send them home.

Thanks!

Help! I've lost my marbles

I realized today that when I started blogging I had so many things that I wanted to air about and now that I finally have the time to blog I can't remember them. It makes me think of the movie Hook. The character of Tootles is wandering around the house saying "I've lost my marbles, Ive lost my marbles". Well that is me!

So, I'm wondering if any of you could help me find my marbles?

Hook managed to find Tootles' marbles and brought them back to him and I'm hoping that maybe one of you have found my marbles. If you have please send them to me at this address.

to gray or not to gray, that is the question

Now that I've got the hair cut under control, another decision comes into play. That is whether or not to color my hair. When is the right age to let the gray start to show?

As I looked around I realized that there are not very many gray haired women. And of those that are gray almost all of them are the age of my parents. I'm a grandma (a young one. lol), so what does that say about my parents age? By the way my parents are not totally gray yet. They somehow managed to get the genes that don't give gray hair. They do have some gray or white but not enough for what their age is. Anyway, my question today is should I color or should I let my natural color come out?

Why is it okay for a man to be gray but a women is over the hill if she is gray? You see gray haired men with women who have beautiful color and that's okay, but when you see a gray haired women with a color haired man you take a second look and wonder what he sees in her.

Well, when I started my mission to get short hair I also decided that I should try letting my hair go to it's natural color and see if I could pull off the look. So far so good, only I am constantly telling people that I'm still hanging in there without color but I'm not sure if I'll make it. Why is it that now that my grays are starting to show I feel like I stand out like a sore thumb and feel I need to justify why I'm not coloring it?

I would like to know when is the right time for gray hair to be acceptable for women? When should we embrace our age without feeling that we are totally finished with being attractive?

I realize that there are many people out there that have found it easy to let go of what we think of as our youthful look. So how do you do it?

For now I'm continuing on with the "embrace your age theory" and I'll just have to see where it will end up. Here's to the mature look!