Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
I first read this quote several months ago. Philosophically speaking, I lean more heavily toward idealism (existentialism) than realism, but every now and then those realists give me pause.
Memories fascinate me. I can remember some events as if they are playing in front of my eyes, while others are fleeting passersby…others still are nearly tangible but polished with the license of time. As for the rest, I can't remember what I can't remember.
I have found comfort, growth, and healing within my memories—even those that have strayed from the original script. What we choose to remember and how we choose to remember it are not conscious decisions. Cataloging a memory is not a logical conclusion at the end of the day, and we cannot will ourselves to forget. It's a je ne sais quoi that I cannot control or define. How can that not be real?
I think it's the other way around: the memory isn't the relative…it's the truth itself.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
When we brought Sophie home, Nick and I made an agreement to divide her care between the two of us. To make the division simple, he essentially took the back half of her and I took the front. I thought this was mostly a good agreement because her front half was marginally (but only MARGINALLY) cuter than her back half.
I soon learned that her back half didn't mind if Nick waited a few days to empty the litter, but her front half had plenty to say if I wasn't out of bed by 4:30 at the latest to feed her prissy self.
It's that time of year when she's all fluffed out and constantly regurgitating hairballs. We stumble upon messes randomly but often. There has been some debate over who is responsible for the cleanup.
Nick argues that if I have the front half, the front technically created the monstrosity…thus, I am responsible.
I argue that it must surely be written into the bylaws that it isn't a front and back thing so much as an inputs and outputs thing.
I think we need an arbitrator to come in and figure this out…preferably someone on my side. Any takers? I'm not above bribery.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
So, I have a marketing degree and I work for American Family Insurance. I am incredibly loyal to the company, and I think that the marketing department is positioning us in a positive way.
We were listening to Phillip Phillips' "Home" in the car last night—the song is used in our latest marketing campaign.
I started asking questions of my husband (I MAY have consumed a margarita beforehand; sources cannot be corroborated)...sort of doing my own market research, you know. "So Nick, does this song inspire you to go get your dream then find an insurance company to protect it?" He didn't respond...verbally.
I let it go considering that I have us insured to the hilt and also the [alleged] tequila in my bloodstream.
Fast forward to today, a few minutes ago. One of the commercials that uses the song came on TV. I was not paying attention, so Nick snapped me out of my reverie to let me know [smirking], "Yeah, I do feel like insuring sh*t all of a sudden."
Way to go AmFam…the message is getting through. We've penetrated the miser-market!
Friday, October 26, 2012
Yesterday was a very big day for one of the best people I know: after 42 years with the same company, my aunt Debbie retired. I know that she was probably nervous to be the center of attention (us first borns always are...we've been coexisting with the younger attention-robbers most of our lives, after all), but her smile was contagious as she sat in front of the room full of friends, coworkers, laughter, and fond memories.
I often stop and revel in the fortune I have been granted with the people in my life; they have been a wealth beyond all comprehension. There was my mother of course—it's no secret, particularly here, that I had a very dear relationship with the woman who gave me life. I wasn't always the greatest daughter, and I gave my share of sass, but I knew early in life that she was a gift that I probably didn't deserve.
Mom was quite close to her sisters, and I was blessed to have two extraordinary women play a prominent role in my life as a result.
Debbie has worked tirelessly all her life, possessing a work ethic that is becoming rarer every day. I respect the way that she pushes through pain to get the job done…I appreciate the mental toughness that it takes to keep on going, even when it hurts. Really, I just appreciate her. Debbie, you've spent decades rushing around to make everyone else comfortable. This is your time to sit back, catch your breath, and enjoy life.
I am excited for you to write the next chapter! Congratulations…we love you very much.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The first Sophie Sunday was May 20, 2007. It's not easy adopting a rescue animal. There are a lot of learned behaviors that have to be unlearned. We were in it for the long haul—even if she never came around, we were her family and we were going to give her love.
That first Sophie Sunday was about six weeks after Sophie came to live with us, and I wanted to do something that would make me focus on the good things about her instead of everything that was so difficult about the transition.
I find that I don't have to try so hard to see the good things anymore.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
We had an amazing vacation. We had two—count 'em, TWO!—glorious weeks in Florida. We typically take a lot of long-weekend type vacations. They are nice, and they break up the mundane with a spot of fun…but there's something about an extended vacation that allows a person to actually turn off. I really needed our time away; I feel refreshed and clear-eyed. Once again, I have faith in the decisions I make—both personally and professionally—and confidence to keep moving forward. I didn't realize how close I was to burnout until I reentered reality and found a levity and excitement to go about my routine that wasn't there before.
We spent just over a week at Disney's Boardwalk Resort. Disney can make anyone feel young and carefree, especially if you give yourself up to the experience. Nick packed our agenda while we were there. I actually referred to him as the Disney Nazi during that first week because of his militant stance on maintaining a hectic schedule. In the end, the busy week was exactly what I needed to stop thinking about work (I was too distracted plotting my husband's demise).
Oh, and I got to hug Eeyore…twice.
We spent our second week in the Florida Keys—Marathon, to be exact. We vacation in the Keys often (Hey! We even got married there!), and I looked forward to that week like I was visiting an old, dear friend. We had no plans for our time in Marathon…it was bliss. Everything was warm, still, and picturesque. There in the balmy breeze, I found pleasure.
So I have been back in the real world for about a month now. I was driving home one day a few weeks ago when I noticed that leaves from a tree near our condo were no longer green. After two weeks that felt like the dead of Summer to my Midwestern skin, I was so shocked by the seemingly sudden change in season that I drove around the block to pass by the tree again. It was a reminder that the hands on the clock keep moving, regardless how you use the seconds between.
Time: use it well.
I will say goodbye for now, but I will be back soon.
In the meantime, all vacation photos from Orlando and Marathon are on Flickr. There are a lot…can't be helped with two hobbyist shutterbugs, I'm afraid.
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