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In Which It Is My Own Darn Fault

Speaking of stupid things…

I have no air conditioning in my car and I’m boiling and sweating by the time I get to work.  So I guess what I’m saying is I’m boiling in my own sweat.  Lovely.

And it’s my own darn fault.  MY OWN.  DARN.  FAULT.  You can tell how irritating I find that because of the capital letters.  Please tell me I’m not the only one who does stupid, ridiculous, crazy things makes bad decisions now and then.

The thing is, it was very late.  I got off work at 10pm, then I went to the grocery store (how much do I love the Wegman’s let me count the ways), then it takes another 40 minutes to get home from there, so.  It was very late.  And it had been storming off and on all evening, with lots of heavy wind.  And the last stretch of road before my house is a big hill, fairly steep and it’s long.  And I had gotten almost all the way down this hill when I suddenly came upon a tree that was laying across the whole road.  And it wasn’t a huge tree; it was a smallish tree.  And it frustrated me.  And I did something really, really stupid.

I ran over the tree.

On purpose.

The worst part is that I thought about it.  Not for very long, mind you.  But I didn’t just say, “Oh, there’s a tree, I think I’ll drive over it.”  I considered backing up…and then I considered how hard it is for me to see out of my back window, and how steep the hill is, and how people drive so crazy fast on these back country roads, and how it would feel to be in a horrendous car accident.  I considered turning around…and then I considered how narrow the road is, and how deep the ditches are, and how people drive so crazy fast on…  You get the picture.  Did I mention it was late?

Why oh why do I do stupid things?  Why do I do things that I know better than doing?  It’s almost on impulse…except for the fact that I gave it thought.  What’s a mixture of giving something thought and then following an impulse anyway?  Is there a word for that?  Because honestly, I just don’t know what I was thinking.  I guess I just chose the simplest thing to do, which is drive over it.  Not smart.  At all.

The interesting thing is that on another night I probably would have just turned around.  I suppose a lot of what we do simply depends on the mood we’re in.  I wasn’t in the mood to really consider the entirety of the situation and make a rational decision.  And now I’m suffering the consequences of no air conditioning.  Not to mention the money it cost to fix the radiator.  Oh didn’t I mention that yet?  The radiator:

The radiator took about a week to start leaking.  So I had it replaced.  That’s when they found out the condenser coil was jammed into the radiator.  That’s when I found out that I would have no air conditioner this summer.  But it was still cold then, so I didn’t care as much.  I put off caring until now. Now I’m boiling in my own sweat.  Now I care.  

I would have gotten the air fixed already, except for two reasons.  One is that I believe in negative consequences; I think they’re necessary.  I figured I did something rash and so I should suffer.  That’ll teach me!  Perhaps we can learn without there being major repercussions, but our mistakes teach us through negative reinforcement, even if it’s just a minor discomfort or embarrassment that we feel.  Consequences help us remember our mistakes because they make an indelible impression; the harder and worse the consequence,  the stronger the impression is for you not to make that mistake again.  The second reason is that I have no money.  (Which is a consequence discussion for a whole other day.)

I don’t think I would have learned any lesson at all if I had not damaged my car.  If the same situation occurred again, I probably would have thought, “Well, it worked last time.”  And I would have done the same stupid thing.  Again.  Of course, I only call it stupid now because of the negative consequence attached to it.  If it had worked, I may never have thought about that tree again.

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As I was driving home from work today, I was thinking about how I needed to finish “the post about running over a tree”.  Amazingly enough, I suddenly came upon this:

Coincidence?

I thought about going through, but I wasn’t ready to suffer the consequences.  Again.

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Dust

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I gaze upon the room,
and lifetimes spent here
shift across my vision.

I cross the creaking
floorboards, hay-covered,
and open spaces gape up
at me like some wide
and toothless grin.

I grope along walls
all newsprint papered,
fingers peeling back
a layer of years,
and the yellowed records
of days gone by
leave 
their handprints on me.

I breathe in the dust
of so many lives past,
and their memories,
floating 
in the air around me,
swirl ‘round and then,
catching in some slanted ray,
shine one still moment
and flutter silent
to the ground.

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Really Valuable Lessons…can really suck

When I was 14, I learned a really valuable lesson.

And it really sucked.

The lesson I learned is that not all of your friends are actually friends.  It took me about a year to figure this out, but I did, and at the same time, I learned that sometimes you just have to cut your losses.  There are some people who you just can’t be friends with, or rather, that you shouldn’t be close friends with.  You shouldn’t work hard to nurture intimate friendships with people who behave in ways that are against to your best interests, with people who damage you.  These are not friends.  I believe. Read more

What a great day looks like…

Yesterday, I got to spend the day with my fabulous sister and her two girls.

First we took a walk downtown.  Amanda was uncharacteristically untalkative. Her mother and I were characteristically quite talkative (so that worked out just fine).

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Amanda Rides

Allison does, too.

We enjoyed the sights.

Finger Walking

What is that?

Bumble Bees

 Then there was swimming!

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What’s She looking for?

Did she find it?

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Amanda splashes her face almost every time she comes up out of the water. I'm wondering where she got this from?

Maybe she just likes making a splash in general.

The afternoon ended as it should…with ice cream!

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And for some of us, a nap (though not for as many of us as wanted one).

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