Side note: I forgot to mention I’m taking piano lessons! I took them before when I was about 8 or so from some lovely nuns. I quit after a year and a half.
I still remember some, and after my first lesson, most of it came back. I can play “Ode to Joy” on one hand, with one finger at a time. I can also play the first two bars of “Love Me Tender” on the other hand. Now to get them both playing the same song at once.
Yes, I’ve been sick all this time, and I am as thrilled as I sound. I spent most of last Thursday in bed. Except of course, when a certain customer came by, right when I had drifted off, and really *really* needed to speak to only me. Now I just have a post-nasal drip, stuffy nose, and a cough that sounds like a lung will shortly follow. I also have a mountain of work awaiting me tomorrow, but you don’t want to hear about that. Heck, even I don’t.
The up side is that with all this not feeling good stuff, I hardly ate at all, and feel five pounds lighter! I’ll let you know after I step on a scale, because we don’t own one. The abs are looking a little snug too, from all that coughing, you know. I did go outside a couple of times for a shuffle around the yard, but not much. It was enough exercise just making it to the bathroom.
One parental thing I have learned is this: Never let your children have string. Ever. This includes skipping ropes, because they will figure out how to tie things up with those too. This week the girls made a “chair lift” for their dolls in their bedroom, extending from the window across to the bunk beds. It crossed the doorway too, and sometimes made getting into bed difficult. That’s only a recent example, they did plenty more with string when they were smaller, most of which I have blocked.
I have a thought on being offended. Ever been offended? I have, and after a while I got to thinking… maybe the person (whoever it was at the time) had a point. Maybe I was just taking issue with the fact my faults were being pointed out for me to look at, intentionally or otherwise. Don’t want to look at my own faults, now.
I hardly ever get offended with just about anything people say to me now. At the most, I get amused, often because their perception was wrong. So if it was wrong, there’d be no point in me getting worked up about it, would there? I don’t care if you’re ever wrong, and I don’t feel the need to go around pointing out people’s “wrong-ness” because who am I to say? I’ve been plenty wrong before. And yeah, I still wonder if the judgment being passed is fair or not. If it is, I try to change if I see the need, and if not, well, see above where I mention “wrong”.
The other thing about this, is what usually causes offense is “blanket statements”, or sweeping generalities. These do bother me somewhat, but what can I say to change another’s mind? I can’t, only they can change their mind. My one rule is – there’s an exception to every rule. I can probably find an exception to that, too. I don’t really give people unsolicited advice, only when someone asks me what I really think, and then only if I feel they want to hear it. Sometimes people just want me to say what they want to hear. So that’s why I’m a good listener.
On a sad note, our tv remote control is missing. On an ever sadder note, we only have 3 stations. No cable. Life is so hard. All week, I had to get up and change the channel, or holler in my weak hacking voice for one of the slaves.. I mean kiddies.. to change it for me. Let’s hope I find the remote this week. It has the closed caption button, so we can find out what people are *really* saying.