Ohhh - You Mean One of THOSE Days...

After a long break and before yet another long break, I'm back. Well, momentarily at least. I know how relieved you all must be.

You know those days that are like heaven? Those days you know the world is yours and the birds are singing the beautiful melodies God gave them at the Creation? Those days when you close your eyes and sink into the warmth of simply being, when every sound you hear and every sight that meets your eyes seems to be a most beautiful and blessed gift, meant for you in just that very moment of time? Yes? You know what I'm talking about.... I know you do.

Today was not one of those days. So forget that. Wipe that nice, serene picture right on out of your head. Sit down and shut up while I tell you about my day. Or, rather, my last several days. And - if I were you, I wouldn't make so much as a peep, because PB is liable to come at you like a screaming mad 40-something crazy woman right out of your monitor. Got that? Okay.

My job with my old agency is gone. Dead. Kaput. Wiped from existance for lo, these past 14 days. I am like a fish out of water. Like a pea without a pod. Like a....you get the picture. Ohhhh - I still have my old office. The physical surroundings are the same. My computer is the same. My access to the main LAN is the same - or well, actually, now, it's enhanced. But, never mind. That's not the point. The point is, my home for the last 6 years is no longer my home.

I went to a meeting last week with a co-worker who was forcefully migrated with me, and a whole roomful of people I've known for years in a professional capacity and with whom I am now working. One of the professionals actually used to work with me at "my" agency until he turned traitor and joined this particular one. I was so very happy to be in a meeting with him again. I remembered previous meetings from years ago...our agency was relaxed, informal, and there was always room for levity in meetings..meetings that were sometimes salted with mildly inappropriate jokes and one-liners. Ah, but now. Now. I sit across from my dear friend and co-worker from years past, and am treated to a haughty attitude while a definite air of seniority simply exudes from him. We're still with the City, and I'm technically senior to him. Ack. It took everything I had to sit there and interact gracefully.

Only a few more days of this and I will be winging my way on a much needed vacation to see my grandmother, of whom I spoke 2 or so posts back. Sorry - but I don't feel like linking right now. I'm on a roll.
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What the hell is going on with my garden? My beans are dying! The peas that were sweet and ohhh so incredibly delicious are now thin and icky and not so sweet at all. It surely cannot be because I have only weeded twice this year. I told you - after finding that grizzly-bear of a wolf spider covered with a carpet of babies on her back, I was NOT going back to the garden. I figured nature would take over, like in the good old days, when all the land was filled with plenty. Yeah. Right.

I've been overdosing on ice cream and have ballooned by - ohhh, I don't know - maybe 10 lbs since July 3rd. Yes - that was the July 3rd bash I was running on about and driving myself batty over the last time I actually wrote something here.

Everyone LOVES home made ice cream. Admit it. Everyone. So, of course, I made tons of it for our guests. Let's see. There was lemon, cheesecake, blueberry, strawberry, real vanilla bean, chocolate, and....rhubarb. Yes. Rhubarb. The lemon and the rhubarb actually disappeared first. It doesn't matter that I was the one who disappeared them...they went first. Correction. I believe it was the daughter who disappeared the lemon. Regardless, I made tons of ice cream. And had tons of ice cream left over. It wasn't that people didn't eat it. They did. It was more that there was so much other good stuff to eat FIRST that they were all pretty much stuffed to their eyeballs by the time we brought out the cold, creamy, delicious treats I and the daughter and the mother-in-law had slaved over for 2 days. So, the husband, the daughter and I have been eating ice cream every day for the last 11 days - sometimes two helpings a day. And it is STILL NOT GONE! I swear, I think someone is sneaking downstairs to make more ice-cream every night. It's never going to be gone. I know it. I feel it. Especially on my thighs and my butt. And, no. I will not throw it out. Are you out of your MIND? It's toooooo good to throw away! Sheesh. Silly people.

I don't even want to discuss the daughter and her wedding plans. Well, not really wedding plans, because that was pushed back. Sigh.. Mercifully pushed back - about 3 years. It is so hard watching a child grow up and having to watch as she makes really weird choices and not be able to step in and say - HEY! Stop that! You're going to put out your eye! - like you did when she was little. Well, not that getting married would put out her eye - but I think you know what I'm getting at here. I wonder if I should get her shirt...one of those Warning, Runs with Scissors shirts. She would probably think it's cute, and I would be the only one who would know to what it was actually referring. Of course, since she sometimes pops in here and reads my blog, I guess that idea has now lost its pizzazz. (Hi Sweetie. Yep - talking about you. Go away now. Love you!)

And the news. The News! My God, the NEWS! London, Rove, Arrests, SCOTUS. I've been missing it all. Because I absolutely abhor television, haven't been blogging, or checking in with other sites, or even hitting internet news at work. Something must be wrong with me.

Ahhhh. I believe I may have found the reason for my foul and bitter mood. News withdrawal. Well, okay. News withdrawal, water-less fish feelings at work, ice cream over dose, a daughter who has morphed into scissor girl, and very not-sweet peas. You try all that on all at once and see if you can maintain a cheerful disposition and not be tempted to grab the ceiling fan and spin, legs splayed, kicking over every lamp in the room for the sheer fun of it - while wishing the shades were the heads of your new (and not so new) coworkers. Well, okay. A ceiling fan would probably fall out of the ceiling and ruin the whole thing. Especially with my extra 10 lbs of ice cream blubber. But, you get the idea.

Okay. You may peep now.