Shoved to Them
**I started one post and my mind started wandering, so I wrote it all down. This is the way I think all the time. Welcome to 8 minutes inside my ADD brain. This is how it thinks to be me….**
This evening I’m curled up in my beloved husband’s favorite chair as he stretches out on the couch. Our sweet #7 is draped across my arm and dozing. I keep thinking that she has at last fallen asleep and I should put her to bed, and then she will peek at me from one eye, smile, and doze off again. I’m such a sucker for those grins that they keep me holding her just a bit longer.
It’s a strange feeling to be someone’s security, as though I were some sort of super hero, although of course I’m not. (This is where my brain went off track.) It sure would be fun to be though, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t want to fly, of course. I’m terrified of heights. It might be more honest to say I’m terrified of falling. Do you think you could fear heights if you could fly and falling weren’t really an issue?
I think I’ll call this post “rambling” because that’s what my mind is doing tonight. It’s a strange word isn’t it? Rambling. I wonder where it comes from.
The Computer Guy is up now and folding laundery. Hmmmmm…laundry doesn’t have an e. I wish he could learn to sit still and be quiet, but he’s learned to be constantly up and going. I envy him that sometimes. I can sit for hours without moving. My mind is never still though. I wish I could burn calories by thinking. I’d be stick thin. Instead I can sit for hours but love to eat. Love.
I’m obsessed right now with baked apples with cinnamon and butter, and also with sweet potatoes. Also loaded with butter. Maybe I’m just obsessed with butter. Is there anything closer to heaven than hot melty butter? I wonder how many religious people I offended by my saying that. That butter was like heaven. It is. I’m tired of worrying about offending people. I deleted that heaven thing once already to avoid holier-than-thou comments. I’m tired of “religious” people with no sense of humor. If they can’t laugh they should just be up front and honest about it. Do you think Heaven is full of people who never laugh? Would you want to go there if it was? Should that be were? If it were? I don’t know. Now the grammar nazis will come for me. Is the word nazi losing its meaning because we use it so much?
Do Germans get offended by that “n” word the way Black people do by theirs? Do they call it the “n” word? How does it become less offensive to refer to it by letter than to just say it? People still know what word you mean. Maybe we should just use a different letter like “b”. No wait. There’s already a “b” word and it’s not very nice either. Not as bad as “n”. Do the letters mean worse things the further you go down the alphabet? What could “x” be? There should be more “x” words. That part of the dictionary is too skinny. It’s not fair. Look how much space “r” takes up.
The dishwasher is really loud tonight. Why should it sound louder tonight than this morning? What kind of people run the dishwasher so many times a day? Lucky people. We could be washing them by hand. I actually prefer by hand. I think they get cleaner, but the Computer Guy disagrees. He thinks the hot water in the machine is better than that in the sink. Do you think that’s possible?
The baby is peeking and smiling again which is I think where I began. Baby smiles and super heroes. I don’t think I’d want one. A super power seems like more trouble than it’s worth. Like mind reading…do you really want to know everything people are thinking? Everything? Like if they can see that chin hair you didn’t pluck? Not me. I’d like to be able to think in a straight line, but not all the time. Just think how many thoughts I wouldn’t think.
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