As I sat down to read the most current posts of the blogs I follow I found myself wandering in thought. Try as I might I kept going over the past 24 hours and all the nuances I had gathered. Do you have any nuances that nag at you?
Take for example the term “Rushing to get somewhere.” I learned yesterday this is a mere expression rather than an actual feat. Regardless of how hard you try to rush the universe will say, “NO, what you really need is an out of town, lost driver who insists on being in your lane." Slow down, except it, you are late.
Somewhere along the way I grew up, bought a house and now realize I have squatters. These squatters have annoyed me and I’m not quite sure whom you call about having them evicted. Are their still laws concerning squatters? Do I have a legal leg to stand on?
TGIF or so it seems. I spent last night trying to overcome anxiety attacks and watching the most absurd infomercials. Have you ever paid attention to those things? Last night I got overdosed on them and came to realize very soon, that we Americans will buy anything if presented right.
Apparently we do not have a real estate crisis and you too can make millions buying and selling property. If you merely make three equal payments of $33.33, why didn’t they just say $100.00 even? In 4 to 6 weeks you will receive a study book and video explaining how to earn all this money, of which I preceded to have a nightmare. I dreamt I sent away for my new career venture only to receive a video of Porky Pig saying, “Thaaaat’s all folks!” I awoke with the urge to have bacon.
Ever planned a quite dinner out with your significant other only to arrive at the restaurant and be placed next to the children of the corn? You know those children whose parents have suddenly gone numb and assume the waitress is a free babysitter. Well, recently I had such an adventure and it got me to thinking about parenthood or the lack there of.
I started noticing a shift in parenting when the so-called baby bibles started to become best sellers. I would over hear conversations like “well, I’m reading this,” or “Doctor so and so says this is best.” I was witnessing a new trend in parenting where people really believed that child rearing could be achieved through reading a book. Hum, wonder what book my mother had read? So, one day I asked her.
In the last two days I have read numerous negative articles written about my home state of Kentucky. Today I wish to provide you with a list of facts and fictions about the bluegrass state and its inhabitants. This way when you read a slanted article about our state and its peoples you can have a true sense of fact and fiction.
Fiction: We do not marry our relatives. We reserved that right to the state of Tennessee many years ago. Neither are we bare foot and pregnant. The statistic is skewed due to number of illegal aliens in our state. Shirts and shoes have been required here for many years; however, pants have always been optional.
Who is it exactly that design the electrical connections to all our gadgets? I swear I think they have some warped sense of humor that requires them to sit in some dark cubicle somewhere thinking, “how many awkward positions will it require to get to this connected?”
I started the day with my PC having its monthly hissy fit and requiring me to give it some TLC before it would even look at me. I proceeded with the usual sweet talk and patting (kicking) its engine but that got me nowhere. Oh no; it wanted me to open its case, pull a card, stand on my head and all the while keeping my foot in the blue circle before it would boot up. Thankfully, I live with someone who’s nickname is Twister so I was not that out of practice. But that was just this beginning.
Ever had one of those days when no matter what you did or tried to do the results was never quite what you had expected. An example, when you wake to have that morning cup of coffee, reach for the cream only to have to it spill all over the counter and then later during your morning commute it proceeds to dribble down the front of your white shirt. When you finally arrive at work, sit your coffee down, go to take your coat off, and then proceed to spill that same cup of coffee all over your keyboard. This is what I call karmic intervention and it seems to take 24 hours for the intervention to run it course.
At times it is as though the universe is trying to tell us something, slow down, watch out, be quite or maybe just do you hear me. Whatever the case, after starting my day in an effort to perform normal routine activities, I ended up having a morning where the karmic universe must have been trying to beat me on the head. If I tried to clean, the universe made sure it got dirty; if I tried to pick up something, the universe split it; if I tried to organize, the universe put everything out of order and deleted the wrong thing.
It is beyond me why but I only have 6 more hours to obey the universe, for which I will abide. For what ever reason the universe only needs that one-day of intervention to mess with your soul. Today it got my attention quite early so I stopped and paused for a moment. The universe was trying to tell me something and I was sure it was saying do not climb the step ladder, it is a short fall but it will hurt. I fooled it, I did a very off balance, hopping dance but I did not fall. I recall hearing it say, "no you didn't, you split that entire bucket," I just laughed I had to mop anyway. Then I had the vision of myself with an Afro because I went against the universe for the third time and tried to fix the electrical switch I'd needed to repair, I thought better of that idea. I decided I was doing more damage than good no matter how funny it was and just stopped fighting it.
Besides I had heard from the universe for most of the morning, I decided to just let the universe have its day. After all it had given me plenty to laugh at during the morning, my own fallacies were quit comical. We all need to just pause at times and hear those voices we rarely notice, to slow down and concentrate on what we normally over look. Today was that day. The universe gave me no choice but to pause, listen, look, and laugh.
I think the latter was the point, laugh.
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