Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Following The Path


I am doing well. Life is good. My Path is leading me forward. I just don't seem to have any blogging inspiration these days - it's not a bad thing; it's just a thing. I feel the need to be quiet right now, so I will be taking a break until I feel like I have something worthwhile to say.

While I'm away:

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Treat yourself with loving-kindness. You deserve no less.

-Roxie

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Shampoo: The AARP Years


Now that was an unexpected experience. I went to get my haircut last night. I'm notorious for waiting forever to get my hair done. I've been trying for a couple of weeks to get in, but I know it has probably been three, maybe four months since I've been in.

When I walked in the place, I could tell things had changed. It appeared that most of the stations were now empty. I knew the creepy color guy had moved elsewhere, along with one other stylist, as I'd gotten a voicemail to that effect some time back. I didn't know the place had nearly shut down. There was only one other stylist at work besides my guy. And my guy looks like hammered coyote crap. I thought to myself, "Oh dear, his cancer has returned" and maybe it has, I didn't ask because I'd no sooner sat down than he asks me about my "status" and he explains he's going through a divorce (his third).

He tells me that he can tell that I'm now single as I'm much more open - there's no "wall" around me. Well, Kreskin, hate to burst your bubble, but my being open has more to do with the choices that I make to be that way, plus the salon isn't teeming with people, including creepy color guy. And then things just get weirder.

He's not hitting on me, but he starts telling me how I should dress, that he needs to dress me, where I need to shop that I need to make sure I'm "looking sexy" whenever I leave my house. That I will surely attract a man and can be happy. I keep telling the guy that I'm not unhappy. Yes, going through a breakup isn't fun, but it isn't the end of the world. I've got lots going on. "Don't I get lonely?" he asks. "Sometimes, but I got lonely when I was partnered, too".

He talked about how much he hated the evenings - that he didn't drink, didn't do sports. I agreed that it might be tougher for a man (he's a bit older than me, I think). I don't know how much of this was sincere discussion on getting on with one's life or how much was marketing strategy on his part. That the single women who come to him expect some sort of Svengali-like sweet talking. It was just weird. And I think he was just projecting a lot of his feelings unto me.

My response to him was that I wasn't going to dress up to be someone that I'm not. That I can think of nothing worse than being that woman who tries too hard. That I am not on "the prowl" and while I wasn't opposed to pairing up with someone sometime in the future, it was not a priority for me right now.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Lather. Rinse. Repeat

-Roxie
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

I'm No Roger Ebert

I saw The Help last night and I didn't love it. It didn't come anywhere close to the book - and I'd heard many people say that it had.

Oh, it was an okay movie, I suppose, but it lacked the tension and the texture of the book. I think with the exception of Viola Davis and the actress playing Celia Foote, it was miscast. There was a review on NPR that I read last night, and I agree with it. I didn't think it was particularly good period piece, either. It just didn't ring true to me in the look and feel. I expected to bawl my eyes out, I didn't shed a tear.

I can't say the same for this preview - it had me (and Talia) in tears in a matter of minutes. I shan't be seeing this one - although I'm positive it will be epic.

Gone. Again.



Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Living well is the best revenge. (Not that one should live with revenge in mind - that's negative and it's aging - plus it puts ten pounds on you)

-Roxie
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Monday, September 12, 2011

Field of Dreams


Had a blast, albeit a hot one, at the race. I'd never been out to that particular state park. Everything is so hot and so dry that we are under extreme drought conditions, so the normal parking area for this race couldn't be used. We had to park quite a ways away and schlep our stuff in to watch Slater race. Luckily for Pebbles and me, I just happened to have two umbrellas in the car so we played "group tour leaders". We looked stupid, but the little bit of shade was worth it.

Slater was disappointed in his performance, but he came back alive, so I was impressed. He was, however, bleeding, bloodied and scratched all to pieces - not to mention red-faced and wheezing. I asked him if he had fun and he said "No, but I can't wait to do it again". Next time, I'll do a little research myself and take my hiking/walking shoes and get a little exercise for my sweat.

And my new camera in my fancy-pants phone just sucks. I don't know if there is a setting or something that I need to change. But compare the above picture quality with the picture below, taken with Pebbles' camera:



I ran into the local university's head football coach at the gas station on Sunday morning. And I spoke (I do not know him, I just know who he is) and said "Good morning, Coach. Congratulations on the win yesterday". He responded with "Thanks". As he walked into the store for his Sunday morning Big Gulp (I don't know what he bought), I just sat in my car and laughed and said to myself "Roxie, I don't know who you are anymore". In my past, I would have never spoken. And I did it yesterday as if it was as natural as breathing, and it really was. I just did it. I didn't think about it. I'll take my progress in whatever manner it comes.

I haven't had any formal exercise, but I've been busy and my food has been good. It's been cool enough to really enjoy time in the garden, cleaning up a bit for fall and feeding the Big Green Monster (compost tumbler). I might just be a garden nerd.

This week promises to be crazy busy. I'm going to see The Help tonight with Talia. Tomorrow, I get this hair wrangled back into some shape with my regular guy, Jack. Wednesday, I'm going to an awards ceremony for the local historical society, Thursday I have couple of things going on and I can't remember what the rest of the week holds, but I know it's busy.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be Outstanding In Your Field.

-Roxie
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Friday, September 9, 2011

I am Feisty


The definition of feisty is full of animation, energy, or courage; spirited; spunky; plucky; or ill-tempered; pugnacious. I used to think of myself as feisty, but I prefer to let that go and define myself by less agitating/negative energy words. I'm working towards being much more easygoing and zen-like. I'll leave the pugnacious to others.

Things that made me smile today:

1. There was this young teenager driving a Suburban around the parking lot of a grocery store. In the passenger seat, but hanging out the window, was a big black lab. Both had a smile on their face. It was just fun to see.

2. The break in the weather has me outside a bit and enjoying it. I've finally got to get back out into my garden and work around without feeling like I was walking into a blast furnace.

3. Again with the Jimmie Dale Gilmore love. She's always available for an early morning coffee and a chat. Yes, I speak aloud to the cat and she vocalizes right back in that nasal twang of hers.

Plans for the weekend include going to a progressive art exhibition on Saturday night. Sunday involves me joining Pebbles to see Slater compete in his first mtnbk competition. Well, we won't actually see much of the competition, but we will get to be outside in what should be a lovely morning, weatherwise.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. There is all kinds of energy - choose wisely.

-Roxie
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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Channeling Laura Petrie


I'm feeling very MTM-like today. I'm sporting dress capris and flippy hair. The hair is flippy because it's too damned long and I can't get an appointment until next Tuesday. Then, of course, I'll be lamenting that it's too damned short.

Until I got a sweet email from Dana (it's her birthday - go wish her well!)this morning asking me of my whereabouts, I didn't realize I hadn't updated in a week.

So here's the news in a nutshell:

Visit with cousins went well.
I bought a compost tumbler.
I spent approximately six hours putting it together.
I am very proud of this accomplishment.
I spoke with Bick for the first time in almost six months. So mostly, I've been processing that - as Pebbles and Slater are going to get the remainder of my belongings on Saturday.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Things change.

-Roxie
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Thursday, September 1, 2011

Bed Hopping



If you've read this blog for any length of time, my frustration with all things mechanical is well known. Back in the days when I lived at Reata South, I would regularly be reduced to tears and tantrums by the lawnmower, the weedeater, Big Red, anything with moving parts and/or instructions. This past week has been no different.

As I may have mentioned, my oldest boy cousin from WA is in hell Texas right now visiting his oldest daughter. He has his youngest daughter, 15, in tow. The plan was for them to swing by my part of the state to visit - mostly with my Mom, as they have more of relationship than he and I do. Anyhoo, I'd invited them to stay with me, here at Collinwood-Smythe, in the vastness of her two bedrooms, one of which has yet to be furnished. So how to make this work?

1. Boy Cousin gets the lavender bedroom

2. Teenaged Cousin once removed gets The Barge, which made up, is twin-bed sized and quite comfy.

3. Roxie gets an alternative-bedding-solution in the empty bedroom.

And thus began the Trial-By-Air-Mattress. As it turned out, Pebbles and Slater still had the camping air mattress that Bick bought for our camping trip last year. "Great!", I thought. I can use that and then return it in the Great-Stuff-Swap of September, 2011. So, I swing over to Dallas and pick it up last week. I decided to get a head start on all of this, so a few days ago, I unfurled the thing. No pump. I called Pebbles to ask about it. She said they never got it and didn't I remember her telling me that they had to blow up the queen-sized air mattress by mouth on their last outing? No, I hadn't remembered.

I remembered that Bick used some sort of pump he had that plugged into the lighter in Colorado last year. So I thought, well, I'll just go buy a pump. So I do just that. And try to make the pump work. Turns out, not universal. So I return the $15.00 air mattress pump and decide to buy a whole new kit, even though I hate to own more stuff. I get around this by deciding to donate it to Pebbles' and Slater's camping gear, since the original mattress is going north in a couple of weeks.

So I get home the new kit. I buy batteries. I read and re-read the instructions. I figure and futz and fume and use many F words in trying to get this damned thing to hook up and inflate. There are tears and recriminations. Finally, finally, finally, the magic happens and the mattress inflates within a mere seconds. It is a thing of beauty. And so for the next several days, my new mattress sits in the bedroom, awaiting use.

I go about planning the rest of the cousins' stay. Meals, outings, how to minimize those poor, pale PNWers time in the blistering heat of Texas in the midst of a 30-year drought and heatwave. I've got lists. My lists have lists. And then I get the call last night.

"We've already pre-paid for the hotel in Dallas. We'll just swing by for dinner and a visit and then head over. We want to be closer to the airport". Well, okay then. It's not really closer to the airport, but I'm taking life on life's terms these days, so it will all be just fine.

Except now it's time to get the genie back in the bottle. I need to get the air mattress deflated and back in it's handy carrying case. I get out the instructions. The instructions for deflating are about as instructive as the instructions for inflating. Again, after several misfires, mistrials and misery, I get the pump hooked up in reverse to get the thing De-flated. And in a feat of map-like folding, I get that rubber monstrosity re-origamied and back into it's purse. Whew!