As much as I try to keep drama out of my life, there always
seems to be more and more of it each day.
I guess it’s how I handle that drama that makes a difference to me. Usually I am quite calm and reserved about
things that happen. I get my ire up once
in a while, but it is often from the shenanigans of my daughter, who lives with
me. Grr.
Grr is the sound my daughter and I make at each other if
there is something we do to annoy one another.
Grr. It’s a better sound than the
foul language I hear every day from many people. I abhor foul language. I find that there is no place for it in civil
conversation or in the written word. I
lived in a verbally abusive relationship for 24 years, and if I never hear any
foul words again, I’d be extremely happy.
I’m rambling on and on about grring and my daughter because
I had an aha moment to realize that my daughter, who is 28, doesn't use foul
language around me. Is it because I
don’t use it around her, even though she has been exposed to it, but chooses
not to use it, or is it just to appease me?
Hmm? My son, who is 22 and lives
with his father, doesn't use foul language around me either, for the most part,
but I hear the F-bomb uttered when he gets annoyed at something or someone,
though it is not directed at me…more like a mumbling under his breath kind of
utterance. It’s more of an everyday
thing for him, but not my daughter. I
have friends who don’t use foul language either, but I have some that use it as
readily as if it’s the first word out of their mouth in every sentence.
This was one thing I thought of writing for my 2nd
essay, but I had other thoughts too.
Yesterday I attended the memorial service for my best friend’s
mother. My best friend (since 1st
grade) and I haven’t spoken to each other in over a year. It all stems from the fact that I inquired
about her oldest daughter, who has been estranged from the family for quite some time. (I seem to be involved with a lot of friends
who have some family dysfunctions and squabbles—it’s all drama!) So, of course my aha moment came when I was
thinking about my friend’s response to me about not being her friend, because I
was trying to find information about her daughter. I’m the girl’s godmother, appointed by my
best friend, but she obviously doesn't care about her daughter anymore. Just because she doesn't care, doesn't mean
that I don’t. I’m not the kind of person who takes kindly to
someone telling me who I can associate with or not. I don’t care if she is my best friend, I’m the godmother to her daughter, and I
care!
All ranting aside, I had a few other thoughts about my next
essay:
- I remembered another job, so that makes 35 jobs I've had
- My hobbies could be a source of inspiration, as I have so many hobbies—craft-a-holic crafty stuff like tole painting, needlework of many kinds, kayaking, photography, and more
- Some of my collections could be of interest—signal cannons, wooden shoes, and miniature chairs/benches (not dollhouse size, but more like in the 6” and a little larger range) and how I acquired and/or got started collecting…I only have 3 cannons and don’t plan to get many more—the key words in that were PLAN and MANY
- E-mail, and the social media of Twitter and Facebook are so prevalent today, and I frequently use all of those communication methods now, but at one point I had 25 pen pals at the same time…perhaps this is why I like to write, or the fact that I write very well—I still have ONE pen pal: a friend who has had a brain injury and can’t sit to read at a computer screen for more than 2 or 3 minutes without having a seizure, so we still write letters to each other and send the letters via snail mail (she lives in Ohio). My grandmother was my first pen pal...I still have some of the letters she sent to me, with her wonderful penmanship—she was a lefty
- Age definitely has its privileges, but now I find myself in the next age bracket on all surveys I take. There has to be something defining about that moment when I realized that I’m physically getting older, even if my mind doesn't feel it, my joints do—my next birthday is just 2 weeks away!
- My adventures at Chicken Stock, the National Poultry Show, and the great viewing adventures of Chicken TV, Chicken Tether-ball, and the whole pecking order thing—remind me to tell you about Daphne
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