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The Beginning Is Near


The Beginning is near #occupy #m1gs

The Beginning is near #occupy #m1gs (Photo credit: pieceoplastic)

 

With the Hollywood/Walking Dead version of the Mayan apocalypse giving way to being a complete bust, I found this Facebook/Pinterest meme that was rather appropriate for the occasion.

As a people, we are fond of catastrophic endings. Immersing ourselves in the wreckage of aftermaths. It’s the rare person who immediately upon the heels of an upending situation ponders the possibility of a future that doesn’t dwell on all the stereotypical gloom and self-defeatist propaganda.

And I am not thinking about the Oprah-esque self-help faux bootstrapy cheer, but of considering the very real fact that nothing starts anew, generally, unless something else is over.

It’s naive to believe that little has changed in the last five or six years and that a return to the status quo of a decade or some ago is just around the next corner. The world became a different place one bad decision and several startling events at a time since the century turned over nearly 12 years ago.

Although it’s unfortunate that many of us are still stranded in outmoded ways of thinking about the basics of daily living, it doesn’t mean that time is patiently waiting for clues to be caught.

A new beginning is nigh. I have felt it coming for a long while now. Whether it is a good or a bad thing will be in the eye of the particular beholder, whose choice will be – as it always – to reach for the future with empty hands or to make half-assed attempts to hold onto past crap while scrambling to grab onto what is ahead.

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Alison Redford’s Vagina


Alison Redford

Alison Redford (Photo credit: dave.cournoyer)

Really. That was one of the search terms that led some sick individual to my blog today.

Who is Alison Redford? She is the current leader of the Progressive Conservative Party of Alberta and so our Premier. Why her vagina is of more importance to someone than the myriad of scandals that everyone from the Wildrose Party to the NDP are hot to pin on her at the moment, I couldn’t tell you. Fetish is in the imaginative eye of the beholder, I guess.

I do spend time going through the search terms here. They range from “huh?” to “meh?” to “I need to shower off?” to “oh my that is so sad.” Sometimes I prefer not to know why people end up here.

In the past, a lot of widowed folk arrived, gobbled up archived posts and left.

Now it’s more often people who are dating widowed people as though dating widowed is somehow more incomprehensible than dating divorced or those who for whatever reason haven’t ever made it to the altar at all. Mostly, I think, people have lost the ability to view relationships of a romantic/sexual nature in the same way they view other relationships in their lives. As something mutually beneficial and in need of time, attention and communication. But that’s another post for another day – perhaps.

Often – it seems – sex … or vaginas … bring folks here.

FYI – this isn’t that kind of blog. If I discuss the female anatomy at all, it’s because I have one and there are things about it that are annoying, perplexing or just causing me grief. Or I am engaging in a feminist screed of some sort. Nothing titillating here folks, move along.

This is not the sex blog you are looking for.

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Black Friday Update


English: Front of black iPad 2.

English: Front of black iPad 2. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mom’s visit shot the whole NaBloMoPo to hell. We put her in the office because Rob was worried about her going up and down stairs from the yoga/guest room. He didn’t want her to fall and break a hip or something.

Mom, it should go without saying, found this a highly annoying assumption because “I can go up and down stairs just fine”. I mollified her somewhat with,

“It’s warmer on the main floor, Mom.”

Which is true and so Rob’s status as adored son-in-law is in no danger, but she gets cranky when it appears that we are factoring her age into any decisions or plans we make regarding her visits. This despite the fact that she readily admits to not really enjoying going out after dark or walking long distances.

Her presence in the office curtailed my blogging simply because she stands behind me, noting and reading. I hate that. Only Rob can get away with reading over my shoulder when I am at the computer and even he is pushing it a bit by doing so.

Do not hover while I am at the keyboard and definitely don’t read over my shoulder. I am uncertain as to why this even needs to be said as it should just be a given.

After Mom left, however, I have no excuse beyond just not feeling well.

Same old aging female shit but wearyingly so this past week. Moved me to even make an appointment with my Family Doc, who is so unhelpful she actually said,

“So what do you think we should do?”

Yes, it has come to that. I must Google and then decide my treatment and she will simply facilitate. Universal care at its finest.

But that’s a tmi post for another day – really.

Today marks the mid way point toward gearing up for Rob’s mother’s extended visit with us and Christmas.

The two things will overlap at some point.

Sometime before they do, we have a wall bed to install in the office, a hardwood floor to lay in the living room, hallway and dining room, the latter-most needing to be gutted and dry-walled first, and a fair bit of stuff shuffling and purging to accomplish. This in between our regularly hectic schedule of yoga, Girl Guides, soccer and general daily maintenance.

No biggie.

Mom’s visit coincided with Dee’s Fall Break. I normally scale back that week by cancelling my community yoga classes and since Dee’s Guides don’t meet – we have a “slow” schedule.

More than once, Mom commented on the “slower pace” of our lives. She is used to her own out and about-ness, and the never-ceasing movement of my sister, DNOS’s, life as a working/hockey mom.

Part of the issue is that we live rurally and now that it’s winter, we don’t drive around needlessly. Trips anyway take long enough with good roads.

Mom is not used to be so still and in such quiet conditions though I would say that when Rob and Dee are at work and school during the week, the silence around me rivals that of a monastery. And I like it that way.

Without the constant background noise of tv and “city” life and the ability to jump in her car and toddle out to the grocery or visit friends, Mom was a bit bored.

Facebook helped. Now that Mom has an iPad (there’s a sentence I never thought I’d type), she is fast becoming addicted to virtual life. She facebooks, pins and goodreads. Heaven help us if she discovers Twitter. It’s gonna be “shit my mom types”.

The iPad isn’t all bad. With the Facetime feature, she has pretty much given up phoning us and it’s been good for her and for Dee to be able to talk face to face. Mom loves it so much, she is giving DNOS an iPad for Christmas even though they see each other in person nearly every day.

She is even talking about needing a smart phone because she was quite impressed with my ability to take and post pictures to my FB feed using my Android.

Not a sign of the apocalypse but certainly a seismic shift.

With the blackness of Friday encroaching on us here in Canada, I contributed to the Canadian economy yesterday with a few more Christmas purchases. I have a few more yet to make and then I am done but for wrapping.

It’s a scaled back year though that is relative. For us, scaled back means something different from what it does for people in the US for whom money is more of an issue.

I have issued a “please don’t buy me anything” edict again this year. I even turned down the offer of a new iPod from my mom. I have a wish list and I have a want list, but I have no real needs and so can’t justify requesting gifts.

Even Dee, when queried about Christmas, said,

“I don’t really need anything. Isn’t that sad?”

The American holiday spillover feels odd. Thanksgiving is a warmer weather holiday for us. More harvest oriented. Once Halloween is past, it is time for winter preparation and all that that entails. Our early snow this year drove that point home with a bit of force as well.

Lots of things going on in terms of career and future, but today is for updating only.

Happy Black Friday. May you find true bargains and not be trampled, accosted or shot should you find yourself in a Wal-Mart.