It’s as if we don’t understand the meaning of the word. Calm? Plain? Neutral? We scoff at ordinary. We don’t even like the word extraordinary around here because it really makes us think of the words extra ordinary. (Seriously? Who was the thinker on this word? I have never understood it).
First of all, it’s coming on fall. Oh beauty let me behold you. And let me watch You’ve Got Mail until I have to replace the movie because I’ve watched it too many times. Again. For the fourth time. WHAT?! It’s really great. Kathleen Kelley is my family. Like her, I like to begin my sentences as if we are already in the middle of a conversation.
Like her I love bookstores. Like her I love Pride and Prejudice. I too get lost in the language. Thither is where you’ll find me. Watching this movie. Again. Oh felicity.
Anyway. My job? Great. Better than great. I love it. I’m full. Of gratitude and tasks, but hey. Full is full. Always better than empty. Which is actually how I felt tonight when I talked to my husband. We said our “love yous”. We chatted about business. I may have even spouted a catchy verse of I miss you I miss you, I really wanna kiss you”. Then I had the feeling that I had something else to tell him, but instead, I suddenly declared “nope. That’s it. I’m empty.” And I meant it. Where the knowledge of these words which I type is coming from I know not. See? Empty.
But it’s because my brain is taking ion just. So. Much.
New jobs take a while to settle into. New co-workers. New bosses. New expectations. New room. New students. New paperwork. New routines and schedules and people needing you. New.
I’m getting there. I’m not the furthest behind, so I will say I am winning. Except that it’s 9:40 pee em and I’m falling asleep while I type and wishing one of my kids would get out of bed and turn off my bedroom light and brush my teeth. And since they are here, brush and floss my teeth.
Did I mention we are house hunting? That’s simple. No emotion. Not at all time consuming.
I lied. In that last paragraph. Sorry about that.
We are in fact house hunting. But the rest is just false.
So completely off.
It’s consuming. I don’t want it to be. But I think I’m a junkie. How can I not be when all of my house is packed and we are just waiting for the words “we accept your offer and we would LOVE to pay your closing costs.” My movies? Packed.
Ok. Not You’ve Got Mail. What are you, nuts?
New job. New house. New neighbors. Go big or don’t stand near me.
“TALL. DECAF. CAPPUCCINO.”
*these pictures have zilcho to do with this post. We do baseball. Thought you’d like to know.