tids and bits

So I've been blogging quite a bit lately.....in my head. Last night's was a doozy, an ode to music, if you will, and the glory of re-discovering Erasure (I LOVE ERASURE). There was a paragraph, at least, or maybe two, about how we all go through a stage of self-identity through music. I think I have grown out of that phase, mostly reserved for the college days when sameness and individuality seemed more vital to my definitions of happiness (I was a RUDE GIRL/Ska fan/Skanker galore). Some folks I know carry it through their young adult life and into adult life and beyond-and that's cool, but these days Netflix takes more of my time than anything.....

A week or two ago I wrote a long piece on the drama that is my garden apartment-flooding, strange dead animal smells, keys getting stuck in keyholes, an oven unused for seven years and grimy, spiders and centipedes, half-ass landlording and falling ceilings and gaping holes in the wall. Yeah, that piece was interesting. Someone told me they don't 'DO' garden apartments because of all the things that go wrong-someone definitely told me so.

Then, of course, all the snippets about Kayla. About how she looks like me. About how special it is (being adopted) for me and my twin to have something in our lives that is blood-related and now for the first time we can have the conversation non-adoptees have had their whole lives that used to make us feel left out-"She has your lips and my nose..." About how I am getting closer to Sylvia, the Mom and my bro's fiance, and how my parents are getting divorced and how that is subtly bringing my sibs and I closer together....the wonder of change!

Sometime in Jan I also wrote about how they fired the evil sales manager at work ( I also had at least two pieces on the evil sales manager-"I just LOVE money, I don't know about you!") and hired another one who is fantastic, and last week I mentioned how they are now listening in on my sales calls and finally my boss realizes how good I am at the job that I do not like so much.

I wrote a reflective piece about my friend who passed away and how when her name pops into my head it is not her or the essence of her my brain thinks about but the way I learned of her death. I wondered if others found this to happen (no one commented on my entry! in my head!) because I realized when I thought of Grandpa I also thought of howI found out he died, too and where I was. (Uncle Doug-"Have you heard? Oh well, Grandpa died. Ok bye!" I was in a car somewhere between New Orleans and Houston with friends and I was hungover.)

Of course there were the tidbits of humor as well-jokes and what not, and a bit of social commentary on the nature of cats and dogs, too.......I have been a busy woman-in my head.

Now I am preparing for my first fast. Reflections will abound, I'm sure. More blogging will happen, but whether it will be in my head or right here, remains to be seen...or unseen.....