The Rules

A friend (male) made one of those “you women” comments the other day. “You women must get up at 3:14 in the morning to make rules for men – like, when men pay for something the cashier gives the change to the woman and men can’t wear socks with sandals.”

Well, my friend, first, we don’t get up at 3:14 – we haven’t been to bed yet. That’s because there is still another load of laundry to finish, the kids lunches need to be packed, and the two dozen chocolate chip cookies for cub scouts are still in the oven. So, now that the TV is turned off and we can think in peace and quiet, we realize that you’ve started wearing socks with your sandals and you look like a dork. What happened to the days when you were trying to impress me? Yes, I know, they are in the same drawer as my sexy lingerie.

So – my solution is this: if you do the f-ing laundry, I can get to bed earlier. Thus, no rules. Sounds good to me, but I suspect most men will just tolerate the rules…

A Letter From the Past

I was organizing some paperwork for a friend when I came across a letter. He has a business and also a recovery house for homeless, drug and alcohol addicted men. The letter was from a mom, thanking him for everything he was doing for her son. “My son was lost, spiraling downward. I would lay awake nights scared I would get a phone call – the police, the hospital – and scared I wouldn’t.” They had tried everything they could think of.

Then, he came to the recovery house. He wanted this program. He wanted the craziness of his life to end. “I’m getting my son back. A miracle is happening.” Then, I saw the signature. I know her son – or knew him. He overdosed last week.

04/21/2014 – There is Holiness in the Air Today

I took an early retirement in 2012. Best thing I ever did. Not enough money (after all those years!) but the health insurance is great. Since then, I’ve been looking for my next career. I’ve been doing some editing – faculty journal articles, dissertations, etc., but that seems to have dried up. Or I’m not pursuing it correctly. I’ve done some writing, but just can’t seem to get any momentum. I’ve applied for jobs to no avail. I know God (or the Universe, or Allah, or Higher Power – whatever works) has something wonderful in store for me. Something I recently saw – When you are down and out, God is up to something. So, I quit working at it and now I’m trying to be quiet and just listen. This may be working (I’m not ready to trust it just yet), First came the affirmations, then the personal trainer, then the idea to write about this journey. I’m not writing to create a business, or inform anyone. I’m just being me for all the world to see. And, poof, I have three followers. How cool is that!

Today, I start an online writing class through Coursera. It’s taught by a Duke faculty member! I’m so looking forward to it. One of my next career options is to write creative non-fiction. That’s what this blog is, on a very low level. That’s what Jonathon Katz does when he is writing about his dogs. That’s what Thomas Friedman does in his books on global warming and global economies. I have my work cut out for me, but the course is designed to promote research backed writing. I won’t be trying out much of my material here since publishers want unpublished articles and books.

Time to hit the gym. I haven’t  lost any weight yet, but  I am following the program. More will be revealed…