I am in a mood this morning, or
rather sitting on the fence of several. The warrior wants to declare war.
The victim
wants to give up, the gypsy wants to laugh and dance for the freedom; which I
would agree with except I need my bloody phone! I last used it on Friday
afternoon at about 5:37. I put it in the pocket of my hoogie and locked the
office doors, got into the car and drove Fin home and then myself. I put my
bags down and took off the hoogie. I cannot remember where I put the hoogie, did
I hang it up or throw it on to a chair and the phone fell out of the pocket. I
do remember we called for a pizza but, I cannot remember whose phone we used. I
cleaned house this weekend and did not see it. By now the battery is dead and I
cannot call it. I have not missed the
bloody thing until last night and it was too late to ask Shaggy if she knew
where it was. This is damned inconvenient! I keep thinking I have just over looked it in
my panicked quest to find it and I will walk out to my office and wham! It will
be sitting right there. I am trying to remember if I heard it go off at all
this weekend. It is connected to my twitter and facebook so every time I get a
memo it chirps or chimes and vibrates. I cannot recall. Hhmmmmm…. I suppose I
am adjusted to hearing it and tuning it out. Ok best case…I find it this
morning quite by accident (because I have looked). Worst case….
Have you seen me?
I read yesterday that heart-attacks
increase by over 10% on the day after the spring forward time change. Well, I
for one was not about to play their statistic game so I ignored my clocks all
day. Only to discover I cannot locate my phone and may have one anyway over the
bloody thing. I have never lost a phone in all my years of carrying one. I feel
like someone’s ancient, old, decrepit, kooky, forgetful grandma. I have seriously had all the stress one person
can manage for the past 3 years. Does
stress fat exist really? I would love the answer to be yes because then under
all this stress I am still a size 8.
Thank GOD for Joshua Bell. He has
the most amazing gift for playing the violin. How does he do that? Some
Violinist can play beautifully. Some can play each note perfectly but I am left
feeling cheated and cold. Joshua seems to bring each note life and each one has
a personality that he interacts with. The music becomes a living emotional
creation under his touch. He is the only violinist that can create these
beautiful, sad, playful, distraught, melancholy, whimsical creatures. Listen to
this Nocturne For Piano In C Sharp Minor by Fryderyk Chopin on Romance of the
Violin.http://youtu.be/Q8s5aV60yFA I want this playing at my funeral. I would say in an endless loop but
that may drive my visitors to revolt and I will not hear it anyway.
I am thinking maybe what I need is
a little sword therapy. I have not had a sparring partner in over 6 years.
There is only so much you can do to practice alone. Maybe I can add in some
archery therapy. Definitely need to fire a few rounds. Add 30 minutes of belly dance
to my work out today. Look I have managed to please the Warrior and the gypsy.
What phone?
I have to go roll the trash bins
down to the curb. Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com should have staff for this sort of thing.
What are you rolling around today?
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