Too Many Rules or Addictions

How weird it would be to do a Rip Van Winkle and wake up one day to find out years had passed while you were asleep. The worst thing would be having your body age while you lost all that time of being alive and using it, living in it. Though you weren’t dead, just not awake which is kind of like being dead, in a way. You certainly are about as active.

If there were a real purpose to dreams and if you had dreams each time it would be a bit better. I don’t dream nearly as often as I used to. Then, even if I do, I very seldom remember the dreams. Five minutes after I have woken up whatever bits I did remember are drifting like mist through my brain cells.

Coffee does not help. It doesn’t hurt but it doesn’t seem to wake me up at all. I can easily skip coffee in the morning and still be just fine. I’m glad about that. I don’t like having too many rules or addictions.

My Hair is Missing

I have a new short hair cut, I don’t like it. I miss my hair. It’s too short to tie it up or clip it up or anything but let it hang where it may. I feel like I’m carrying a sleeping dog around on top of my head.

It doesn’t help that I turned 42 at the end of 2006 and today I am at the very bottom of my coffee supplies. At least I can fix the coffee thing. I really do think this is as old as I should have to get now. I look ok still. I am just starting to wrinkle. The grey hairs are at the point where they are annoying but not yet really frustrating. I’d like to lose pounds but that I can do, being 42 doesn’t especially make that a problem. Being 52 might and ten years doesn’t seem like all that much when I consider I’ve lived four brackets of ten years so far and I don’t feel I’ve really been around all that long. Just think of everything going on in the world, in the present and the past. I really will be ticked off when I die cause I won’t see the future and all the changes and inventions to come. What a rip off! It’s like starting a great book but having the writer tell you he isn’t letting you read past the halfway point. Someone really should do something about that.

I’m Still Here

Nope, still not moved.

Today we are going down to visit the Newmarket clan. Roxanne (3) is having a soccer game. Have you ever watched toddlers play soccer? It would make anyone feel cheered up, no matter what else is going on in your life at the time.

It’s a tough day for asthma today, the humidity is not any friend of mine. But I’m doing ok, no plans to run any marathons.

Not much news to post. Not even any amusing thoughts lately. I’m just posting so someone doesn’t get the idea to post an RIP sticker on my blog and call me done. I’m not done, I’m just not here. I miss my own computer. The saddest thing is that I am still paying Netscape to be my ISP even though I have not used it for over a month now. If their modem hadn’t fried everything would be fine.

Anyway, I won’t stick with Netscape when I finally move. I’m going to do Bell Sympatico. You can commence telling me all your horror stories about what a lousy ISP they are now.

Zack has been home again a few days. He even felt happy enough that he asked to stay, full time again. But, right now my Mom is talking to my sister and there was some other problem. They are doing the violent games conversation again. It amazes me that people will talk and not do anything concrete about the problem. They still give in and buy him the games, the books and let him watch the movies which they know are the problem. It’s easier for them. Plus, they are now going to begin medicating him, cause that’s easier too. Drug the boy rather than change your own life.