I did manage to out run the storm. Now I’m safely back in the right part of the state.
Have a great multiple day weekend….we’re at the threshold of summer already, wow!
You know how it is when life is moving along at it’s regular pace with out any distractions or anxiety? You know where the routine has been set and is running in whatever fashion that has been chosen. The cogs are all cogging and wheels are all wheeling…. it’s smooth sailing, physically and mentally. Then out of the blue a knee is tweaked, the furnace goes out or a few extra pounds are packed on and something needs to be corrected. Welcome to the past few months of my life.
As a woman in the early stages of my 5th decade, I have been in a reflective mood lately. There’s a lot to think about and try to figure out my little spot on the galaxy. For instance, I LOVE food and it LOVES me. There are many foods that I didn’t like in my younger years that have settled nicely into my recipe arsenal. I will now welcome brussel sprouts on my plate, and they won’t stay there to pushed out of the way. I actually eat them, and I like them. But then again, enough bacon makes anything taste good. It doesn’t hurt that my Sweet Husband is a really good cook. With his culinary experience,he has expanded my palate, far beyond the “child abuse foods” of my youth and the dull selections from the Virginia Cafe. My husband is a good cook, I’m a good eater.
Not only have I become a good eater I’ve become quite the good little drinker. There are some pretty yummy drink choices out there and I’m sure we’ve recreated most of them at our house. But those two things in combination can add up to some not very good things. Before I go on, I must go on the record to say that I like the taste of liquor but I DO NOT like how it makes me feel…all cloudy and sleepy. So that limits my options quite a bit. And my liver is fine. What is not fine is how much weight goes along with good food and good drink….so about this time last year I set about to bust the myth that woman over the age of 50 can’t loose weight. So far so good…. I’ve walked off and calorie counted away 37 pounds. I still have a bit to go, but it’s a doable thing. I use this online program called http://caloriecount.about.com/ and it’s been an awesome tool. It really hasn’t hurt that Sweet Husband is doing the same thing, so meal planning has been very easy. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still have a toddy once in a while and the great food is always beckoning, but for the most part it’s working. I should also mention that Sweet Husband has lost 20+ pounds and looks marvelous.
A few weeks ago, I received a phone call from a gentleman that got my number from ‘someone’ in the industry. We chatted for a while and it seems they were looking for someone to take over their sales department and they wanted to interview me. I’ve been content for the most part at my current job, with the occasional boredom of doing the same industry events with little or no change. But the stress was low, and I have a great relationship with my customers. So I agreed to talk with them and low and behold, I’m between jobs……well for a few days that is. Come next week I will be manufacturer rep for soup/sauce/dressing company. I won’t work from home anymore, but I will be traveling a lot. The office is only 15 minutes from my home and I have the whole world as my territory. I guess I’ll make MVP on Alaska this year. I’m excited for the new challenge and utilizing my skill set that I’ve acquired over the past few years. It’s always difficult to leave a job, and I’ve been treated really well, but it’s time for me to move on. Yee-ha!
When I submitted my resignation I was really nervous and excited at the same time. My immediate boss was on vacation so I couldn’t have the discussion with her, so I sat down with the owner of the company. He was very gracious and I assured them I would help with the transition and complete any outstanding projects and outline anything that couldn’t be resolved. The announcement was made and my phone started ringing. All normal things in the course of exiting out of a position were falling into place. Until I got an email from a friend telling me that an old boyfriend of mine had passed away. Now granted although we had been together for 10 years and had owned a house together, we did not have any form of relationship since our parting. When I purchased the house from him that was basically it and we parted on ambivalent terms. It was still however a bit of a shock and it sent me tumbling back in time searching for those good times that I’d forgotten we had. On the heels of that email that same friend forwarded an email with an obit for a former boss of mine. In all of my time at this particular company he had been my favorite boss. He was the funniest guy I ever met and he made the job fun, easy and profitable. He had been on the waiting list for a new heart and when a 23 year old heart became available, the optimism was very high. He was counting on 20 more good years. However, his body and the heart did not get along from the start. He never left the hospital alive. It’s a very sad thing especially when I read about Dick Cheney getting a new heart….hell I didn’t even know he had one. Sweet Husband had only met this gent once, but knew my former bosses teasing goofy demeanor. We went to the memorial last weekend and it was very nice. One of his daughters presented a very nice and emotional eulogy which brought a lot of tears and laughter. He will be missed in his many circles of influence.
So with all of this said…these things do come out of the blue and disrupt daily life. It makes me reflective on how fortunate that I am to be offered a job when I wasn’t looking for one and how many thousands of people would be happy to have A job. I’ve been busy tidying up my current projects and with these double deaths, until right now I haven’t thought much about my new start. My mind has been busy reliving past episodes of work and relationships. And frankly the biggest take away from these reflections is that if I hadn’t met the former boyfriend in the first place I wouldn’t have moved to Seattle where I met Sweet Husband and married him becoming a step mom to Sweet Daughter. I am happy where I am in life and grateful for the many roads that have brought right here.
Remember from now on…order soup for lunch, it just might be mine.
SOUP FOR YOU!
I have been gifted with the ability to wake up early without the aid of an alarm clock. I can usually rouse myself with no problem, but on occasion I’ll set an alarm as a safety net so I don’t oversleep for an important event. At the other end of the day, when I go to bed, I usually have to have some ambient noise to lull me into my dreams. The unit that I had been using for several years, bit the dust not to long ago and my nights were wrought with no noise at all. I poked around on the internet and found a combination alarm clock/sound soother from Sharper Image. It now sits on my night stand and beams me with a not quite soft enough white light and soothing sounds all through the night. Last night as I went to bed I was fussing around with both of the alarms and I guess I accidentally activated the 5am alarm.
Right on cue at 5am the ambient noise changes to the sound of birds chirping….yup, birds chirping. In my bedroom. Well they did their job, they woke me up. Immediately awake, Sweet Husband I start discussing the more obnoxious choices I could have selected for waking up.
“Was that a bird? As your alarm clock?” he asks because he’s already been awake for a half hour.
Groggily I reply, “Yeah I guess. Sorry, I must have accidentally turned it on last night when I was fiddling around. I guess the birds are far better than the Freight Train, the City Sounds or the rainstorm. The rainstorm would just confuse me and make me want to stay in bed. It could have been one lone bird crying out in an echo-y jungle. ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh”
Perhaps it’s not really what a pterodactyl might sound like, but at this points it’s all improv. The sounds that are obviously absent from my ‘soothing’ sounds are dogs barking, donkey’s braying, baby crying and the banging of a garbage truck dumping. But I’m sure there’s one of those alarm clocks somewhere if I looked for it.
The unfortunate thing is I didn’t realize that it was actually 5am. I turned off the alarm, but didn’t actually look at the time until I went to get coffee. The clock in the kitchen stated it was 5:19am. WTF??? I knew I should have listened to my body when it wanted to remain in the cozy confines of my flannel sheeted king size bed. But alas I was awake and so here we are…on a Friday, which as most of us know…is a good thing. Carry on.
Last night we visited the Bellevue Botanical ‘garden of d’lights’. The weather was crisp and cold for a perfect holiday setting. In the video below take notice of the fish in the stream. Enjoy!