Ever feel like life is one grand performance - staged just to entertain you and you alone? No one else might find it quite as amusing, but it if you were life's only critic, you'd give it a rave review? (Hard not to when you get complimentary tickets for center-stage seats and free champagne to boot.)
Here were a few of the scenes on today's playbill:
One of my good high school friends called this morning. She's fairly liberal. The same way Bill Gates is fairly rich. She once referred to SUV's as "planet-wrecking, gas-guzzling nightmares." She called to confess mention, among other things, that she and her husband just ordered a 2004 Honda Pilot. (Tops out at 22 miles/gallon on the highway.) Welcome to the dark side, my friend! You'll be surprised how fast that guilt fades.
I took The Governor to his first Early Childhood class. The Parent Educator asked the moms to share what we always wanted to be when we grew up. One mother said she always knew she wanted to help people, and now she was doing just that working in some mental/chemical health outreach program for a near-by county. Something like that...I was too busy grinning and wondering if wear my F the French shirt next week, would I get a reaction. C'mon..she looked just like Jan!
Tonight when I was grocery shopping, a well-dressed gentleman at the end of the cookies/cracker aisle stuck his fingers in his keister and wiggled them a bit to satisfy an itch.
When I got home from grocery shopping, a neighbor was trying (and failing, I might add) to round up his five horses which had somehow freed themselves. They were grazing in a another neighbor's yard when I left to go shopping, and when I returned, the owner was chasing the beasts up and down a hay field. He's probably still there.
Some days you just have to give life a standing ovation and yell "Bravo!"
Posted by Cathy at September 17, 2003 08:38 PM