AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: 02/1/16 1:43 PM
Back in the early days of this blog I used to start the week off by rehashing some of the random happenings of my life. And by random happenings I mean weird sh*t.
Today, I am resurrecting that tradition because let me tell you…the weird sh*t is flying around here.
#1: I Got Propositioned…at Physical Therapy
First off, limping into PT three times a week is depressing. My progress is slow (and slow maybe overstating it. Stalled might be more like it.) PT is humiliating–because trying to bend a joint that won’t bend is frustrating–and not to mention painful. I wince, whimper and cringe my way through it all the while trying not to make eye contact with any of the other people in the place…because…you know…who wants to bond over PT? Anyways, last Friday as I was attempting to straighten my right leg when the old man on the table next to me muttered something. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me, and in hopes that he wasn’t I ignored him. That is until he muttered the same sentence louder and kind of cocked his head at me.
Not knowing what he was saying, again…I ignored him…which he didn’t like. Next thing I know I saw him vigorously pulling the arm of his home healthcare aide and repeating what he had been muttering for the past few minutes, but this time he was also pointing at me. The aide, who was clearly annoyed…and very loud…made a bit of scene.
Aide – Whatch you want, man? Slow down! Say it again. What?!? You sure?!?!
The man gave her the thumbs up and that’s when the the aide turned to me and said…loudly, “He wants to know if you got a boyfriend.”
Smiling, I responded, “I do. Married for almost 23 years with six kids.”
To which the aide turned to the old man and said, “Dude. She got her own old man and six….SIX (she was holding up 6 fingers)….kids. You don’t want no piece of that!”
Me : “No, sir. No you do not.”
He left me alone after that.
#2 This license plate…
Curious if this ever happens to any of you….
Someone in my city drives a car with this license plate and whenever I see it…which isn’t that often…I find it unsettling. I guess it’s because I tend to see it at significant times in my life. I saw it on the way home from the hospital after Logan was born. I saw it a week later a few hours after I learned our surrogate had miscarried our baby…and I saw it last week. I tend to see it a couple of times a year and each time I was able to think of a reason I was being reminded of that date.
Except last week I couldn’t come up with a reason and that bugged me because… you know…me seeing that license plate has to mean something. Right?!?!
If you’ve been a long time reader here you know the day Logan was born changed me. It changed me in ways I could’ve never, ever imagined. It’s still changing me.
And someone has that date on their license plate. (And they got a new car. It used to be on a white car. Now the car is red. And I know that about someone I don’t know and that’s weird.)
Do any of you ever notice a license plate or car and then see it at random times? Please tell me it’s not just me.
#3 My Newly Decorated Kitchen is Haunted Or We Have A Sink Hole Under Our House!
Sean had our kitchen cabinets painted as a Christmas gift to me. It’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since we added on to the back of our house changing our kitchen into an interior room. No outside light coming in equals dark. Add dark brown walls and it was dreary. New cabinets were out of the question because of our six kids and tuition…so…painting them was the perfect compromise.
I can’t tell you how many times I researched painting them myself but when push came to shove, I was afraid I’d mess them up. I guess at 46 I’ve learned when a job should be trusted to the professionals.
Cue entry of our favorite local contractor. He said it would take a week.
It took a week.
And I love them.
But as most decorating projects do…one thing led to another and I found myself changing out some counter top decor. Which is where the weird sh*t comes in.
So…here’s the weird part. Several times a day I find them askew. I always shove them into the backsplash and without fail..the next time I check…they have slid a few inches away from where I shoved them.
I don’t know what is causing this. Could be the cat; Could be the giant jar of kisses. Or it could be the sink hole that every once in awhile I imagine is forming under my house (Because…have you seen those things? They are scary as sh*t! Tornados and snakes used to be the two main themes of my nightmares but recently sinkholes are making more frequent appearances.)
Anyways, I’m investigating. I’ll let you know when I figure it out. Hopefully my “aha moment” doesn’t come from the bottom of a sinkhole.