Both Sides of the Fence
A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, raises kids, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and works too much. A Quaker and
The Aging Maven, she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Wiscon-soons
By Christine McLaughlin
Thursday, Aug 23 2007, 09:42 AM
This morning, I checked the sump pump to make sure it was still working (it was) and walked the dog sometime between the 7 and 8 am rains. Basement’s dry and the air conditioning’s on, mainly to suck the wet out of the air.
Wild dog Idgy's not the only one with pent-up nervous energy during this monsoon season. I can almost feel the lawn-mowing brigade itching to start their engines. One neighbor managed to mow down an acre of lush grass yesterday. I wonder how often he had to stop to ungum the works.
But these are small concerns. So many people’s lives have been disrupted, and a few lost, in this temporary over-abundance of rain. Too much of a good thing at the wrong time can be devastating.
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Twelve days until school starts. Yippee! Summer’s expensive, and I can’t wait to get back into a routine. With teens in the house and variable work schedules, there hasn't been a lot of nighttime sleep going on. "They" say when you get older you think about sleep the way you used to think about sex.
Hmmmm.
The rains and good class schedules are making the kids a little more eager to return to school, too.
This year, they’re taking a course called Challenge. Maybe I’ll pick a challenge to pursue alongside them. Something in addition to getting the lawn mowed, I mean.
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Hips. They're among the randomly occurring thoughts I've been having while sheltering from the storms. and not just because mine seem to be expanding. Should the Underwood Creek rise high enough to flood my house, I'm well-prepared with my own floatation mechanism. Fat floats.
But I digress.
Have you noticed that young women don’t have them anymore? Doesn’t matter whether they are thin or plump, they don’t have hips. They may have bellies, maybe “muffin tops,” but no hips.
What's up with that?! Hormones in the food? Adaptation to never wearing anything with waistbands anymore?
Go figure. . .
