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Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding

Ever catch Bill Engval's "Here's your sign" routine?  Yeah...

Last evening, I had to hit my local Walgreen's for a few items.  I also needed Sudafed, which, thanks to the meth-heads, is a controlled substance, so I had to use the Customer Service Desk, not the regular register. 

Can't you smell that smell?

I had some errands to run earlier, and stopped at CVS.  I usually use Burt's Bees lip balm through the colder, windier weather, and it was time to pick up more.  On a whim, I picked up their new "honey" flavor instead of the tried and true regular one.  I got home, and tried it on, so to speak.  The fragrance was so familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.  It

I was walking in, he was walking out

I ran into an old bar buddy this afternoon, at a Starbuck's not far from my apartment.  Since I've moved to this area, running into anyone I know is rare in and of itself, so it was a complete shock to see a familiar face.  He was down in the area for work. 

Doctor, Doctor, give me the news

I'll start this off by saying that I'm a klutz. I'm really good at hurting myself in strange, occasionally spectacular ways. It doesn't much phase me anymore, the people around me know that every 6 months or so, there's a mandatory trip to the ER, whether to reset a bone, stitch me up, or, one time, stuff 3 bottom teeth back into their sockets. Yeah, really good at hurting myself.

Gives us those nice bright colors, gives us the greens of summer, makes you think all the world's a sunny day

Well, we've had the car for over a month now, and realized late last week that we haven't done anything fun yet.  Not a single thing!  I've driven my Dad back and forth to Dr's appointments, I've gone to the laundromat, I've gone food shopping, and a huge spending spree at Target, but the closest thing to "fun" we've had so far is being too hot, lazy and tired to cook, and schlepping ourselves over to the Chinese Buffet for dinner.  

I'm going to be like you, Dad. You know I'm going to be like you.

It's strange, and kind of scary, watching your parents age. Seeing them ask for help with things they never needed help with before. Watching them try to do things that they probably shouldn't be doing, but you can't be the one to tell them to stop. They are, after all, your parents. You can't tell your parents what to do, even if you do have the best of intentions.  The role reversal is...humbling in some ways.  Like, noticing that the house is a mess, knowing it's a mess because Mom's always at work and Dad's too weak to do much of anything, but feeling like you might somehow insult them if you point it out by trying to straighten up.  Or worse yet, you take it upon yourself to clean up, only to have money thrown at you for work you never intended to be paid for.  It's amazing how much like his father my father has become.  Grandpa, who would insist on paying me $20 for mowing his postage stamp sized inner-city lawn.  All 15 square feet or so of it.  Of course, 15 square feet took me almost an hour, since Grandpa insisted on using an electric lawn mower, and he'd unplug it approximately every 7 seconds, to remind me about the poison ivy, or the rock in the lawn, or because he decided I was going to run over the cord (even though I never once did).  If I flipped his mattress or washed his dishes, I was guaranteed another $10 or so that I never asked for or expected.  If he had to be somewhere, like a Dr's appointment or shopping, I would drive to his house, and we'd take his car for whatever errands needed to be run.  Upon returning to his house, he'd ALWAYS hand me at least $20 for gas.  "But Grandpa, we didn't USE my gas, we took your car!"  "You drove here, didn't you?  You still have to drive home, right?"  So, $20 gas money for 8 miles round trip.  More than a decade ago, when gas was still affordable!

If I had money, tell you what I'd do, I'd go downtown and buy a Mercury or two

Truth be told, I've never been "crazy 'bout a Mercury", my tastes have always run smaller, sportier, and well, slightly more practical than that.  But it'll do.  For now, anyway. 

Right now, Boyfriend and I don't have a car.  Haven't had one for over 3 years now, partly due to circumstances, but mostly by choice.  For the most part, I don't mind it.  I live in a big city, there's very little I need to do that I can't accomplish on the bus or in a cab.   The supermarket's only 6 blocks from my house, I walk there and cab it home.  North Broad street has just about anything I could possibly need, and I don't mind walking around in and out of all the shops with my environmentally friendly, re-usable cotton shopping bag (I made it myself! Tongue out ), in fact, I kind of enjoy it, if the weather's nice.  For craft supplies, I hop on a bus, and $2 and 30 minutes later, I'm at AC Moore, without the stress of having to actually drive on Routes 1&9 myself.  Boyfriend takes the bus to and from work, we've learned that the $58 a month for the bus pass is cheaper than the gas it would require for him to drive there and back every day, and he doesn't get home much later than when he was driving.  The downside to not driving is mostly social.  We live about an hour from most of our friends, so we don't get to go out with them all that often.  We rarely get to go out to dinner together, instead, we have IHOP delivered (yep, my IHOP delivers, you know you're jealous!!!).  The worst part is family, to be honest.  We almost never get to see them.  My Dad's in poor health, and can't always drive the hour to visit us, and my Mom, well, let's just say highways frighten her.  As for his mother, she's afraid she'll be carjacked at a light on her way to visit us, so she simply refuses to come over at all, ever.  Big bad scary 'hood. *shrug*

In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home

There will, however, be NO KIDS running around the yard of this Lady and her Mr. Jones.  And Boyfriend has come up with the perfect way to keep them out.  But we'll get to that, by way of NASA and Eddie Izzard.

My Dad's not always up to date on pop culture, but doesn't want to admit it to people all the time.  So, he'll often call or email me with strange questions to avoid embarrassing himself.   Saturday, the subject of the email read "Who the f*$k is Eddie Izzard?"  Turns out, Dad has a friend, R., who works for NASA.  Well, technically, he's the Director of Marketing for the Houston Space Center.  Anyway, R. emailed Dad a photograph of himself, a coworker, and a blonde man.  Dad had never heard of Eddie Izzard before, and wasn't sure which other person in the photograph was the coworker, and which one was Eddie.  Funny dude!  So, I dug up some of his older stand-up routines, and emailed them to Dad, to catch him up.  My personal favorite is his "Stonehenge" bit.   In case you haven't seen it:  click here

Someone told me long ago, "There's a calm before the storm." I know, it's been coming for some time

"When it's over", so they say, "It'll rain a sunny day."  I know, shining down, like water....

 

Our vacation to NY was the calm before the storm.  We relaxed.  We went out with friends.  We had fun.  Looking back, I realize it was the charge my battery needed to be able to weather what followed.   My friend taught me how to knit while we were there.  The "click click click" of the needles has been my refuge over the last couple of weeks.  Three scarves and half a sweater later, I'm starting to get the hang of it. 

I got the call today, didn't want to hear, but I knew that it would come

Approximately 10:45 EST last night, my SIL lost her battle with melanoma.  She went peacefully, with her mother and boyfriend holding her hands. 

Please.  Use sunblock.  Please. 

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