Thursday, April 29, 2010

Do Re Me

Me: I'm sorry you can't play after school today. I'm working on that proposal with Veronica.

Youngest: Veronica is getting married?

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I've done a good job of maintaining my self-imposed online absence from here, there and everywhere. I don't think I've been away this long since I started 3.5 years ago. It's hard to remember that I spent many decades before that not babbling endlessly on to no one in particular. Oh, wait, that's not true. That's pretty much all I do, day in and day out.

Me, me, me.

And then some more me, me, me.

And then even more about how many people bug the shit out of me, me, me.

There are so many things I see which outrage me, which I want to point out to the citizens of world, visible and invisible to me.

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Daughter's dance company did a performance Sunday down at Great America. Loads of different dance companies performed. Watching the one before Daughter's, I was bemused by a dancer whose visor kept falling down over her head. It was so funny to me.

Until I remembered how bad I felt for Daughter when, a couple of years ago, her sunglasses kept falling down during her performance.

This time, I stopped myself from being amused. Remembering.

When Daughter performed Sunday, the pants of her new costume were too big. And they slipped down several times. Not down to the ground, mind you. And it's not like she wasn't wearing a leotard. But down enough to be noticeable.

Were I a true believer in karma, particularly that people get what they give, I'd attribute those slightly large pants to karma, to payback for the over-sized visor.

We I pay too much attention to the bad things, to the cruelly amusing happenings in the universe, to the missteps of decent people as well as to the misdeeds of horrible people.

I don't know that I can stop.

3 comments:

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Pointing out/noticing those missteps are, I believe, part of our genetic psyche. It's our way of finding fault, realizing our superiority, and moving on. What's that term? "Survival of the fittest?" I honestly think it all goes back to that.

Jocelyn said...

Please. No. Don't stop.

It's your unflinching human-ness that is so appealing.

Jomama said...

I guess the question is, do you want to stop? Not for anyone else--you're fine, and funny, the way you are. You've built an interesting and engagingly grumpy persona in this blog,which many of us enjoy reading.

I agree that focusing on life's shortcomings is probably better for wilderness survival than just being mellow. If I berate myself/my loved ones enough for being almost eaten by a saber-toothed tiger, maybe I/they'll remember to look both ways before crossing the jungle.

But if YOU want to, for yourself, then you can. Baby steps at a time. I gave up nagging for Lent, and I think I am going to try to stick with it. We all feel better.

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