Wednesday, August 6, 2008

The stuff that spills out of my head

It's nice to finally open the windows and let the fresh air flow. Thank you sweet little baby Jesus for lowering the humidity and temperature. 80 feels cool today.

I have to be careful what music I listen to. I will know that my heart has finally healed (or at least scabbed over) when I can sing along to "Ghost" by the Indigo Girls without crying. Today on the way home, I was still unable to do so. Two steps forward, one step back.

Once upon a time, I worked a miracle at the office. Someone needed something created from nothing to brilliant in about an hour, and I did it. Although it's a Microsoft product, I have to admit that I am somewhat of a guru at PowerPoint. My design background and my innate understanding of the difference between Great and Subnasty presentations have earned me the title. However, I cannot be brilliant every time in an hour. So I suppose I should feel lucky I had an hour and a half today. I may never be able to convince The Powers That Be that, given a couple of days, I could knock their freakin' socks off. It sucks knowing that the work they think is Good Enough could be Awesome, given enough time. I guess it's the perfectionist Virgo in me.

I seriously miss my cleaning lady. I haven't had one since the Days of Happy Marriage when we lived in Naperville, but damn, I miss the luxury of that clean-house smell in exchange for a check. Not in the budget right now, but something to work toward.

The neighbors think I'm nuts because I dance with the vacuum. But I don't let it dip me.


jke said...

It was many years before I could hear certain songs, and most "southern rock" is no longer a part of my life.
Not a great loss.
From my perspective it wasn't tears, it was white, hot anger.
The heart and the psyche does recover.
We love you!

mags said...

I like the way you look at it, Janie. Thanks.

It helps.

Love you, too!

Anonymous said...

The neighbors think you are nuts because you won't let the vacuum dip you?

mags said...


My vacuum is a really good dancer.