Happy New Me

Happy New Me

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A little Sauvignon Blanc where the sidewalk ends

Welcome back for day two of this new blog.  I hope you are... well... alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic about something! 

I'm still going pretty strong.  I guess.  This cup of lukewarm coffee is helping me out quite a bit. 

It's funny because I was always the girl who couldn't understand how people would allow themselves to get so hooked on anything like coffee-- a bitter substance that stains your teeth, has a tendancy to keep you up at night, gives you stomach issues, and turns your breath that hearty, sour smell, that DOESN'T mask any other odors (as my sister has kindly informed me).

BUT then, I got a big girl job.  One that required me to walk into a room of elderly residents everyday (usually residents with some form of dementia) with a BIG SMILE on my face, enough patience and good will to make their lives (and mine) enjoyable, and enough energy to play WII, ring toss, sack toss, word games, lead armchair aerobics (and one, and two), bible studies (I'm no theologian) bake cookies (watch out, Rachel Rae), sing karaoke (okay, I AM a bit of a prima donna), and do arts and crafts (right up my alley).  These are all things that I actually really do love to do, so it probably doesn't SOUND like work, but somebody had to do it. 

And so, the GREAT SACRIFICE was made in order to "pull through" such tedious tasks ;-) -- I began drinking coffee.  Thus seceding from the "anti-coffee, anti-speed" society (of which I may have been the only member), to join the world of hopped-up, keyed-up, happy professionals.  But it has been so worth it, having more than enough energy to do what I have to do to touch lives is such a blessing to me!  Can I get an AMEN?!     

Speaking of touching lives...

You, fortunate ones, should be thanking your lucky stars to be getting to read this blog entry so early today. :)

I had decided I wasn't going to write anything until I had applied for this receptionist position a friend from college so graciously forwarded to me, but in the process of accessing my jump drive (to review/edit my resume), realized that Microsoft Office must have been removed from my system! 

Oh no!

How do you like the dramatics?  Too much?  Yeah, you're right.  It's not really a mystery to me, so there's no need to for theatrics...

In thinking back, I'm pretty sure my dad did wipe out everything (other than virus protection), in efforts to thwart some nasty malware, disguising itself as an "antimalware" software.  I'm so thankful to have a functioning computer again (thanks, Pops!), but could really use even the most antiquated of Office programs right now.  I don't have any form of word, and had to type something up in Notepad a few weeks ago!  If any of you have ever done that, you can surely feel my pain. :)  Oh, the joys of technology... 

Well, hmmmm.  There's no way to smoothly segue into my next bit, so I'll just give it to you straight.

No, wait!

I just thought of something clever.

Christi and I shared a $6 bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and a little poetry last night.  Romantic, I know.  Come on now, she's MY SISTER and it was CHILDREN'S poetry!  We revisited a book of poems I pulled out of our collection in the basement, "Where the Sidewalk Ends, the poems and drawings of Shel Silverstein" --one of our childhood favorites!

Silverstein has a poem that reminds me of my love/hate relationship with technology and what is happening with the social networks phenomena...


I'll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet--
And you know what I tell you is true.
He loved to watch his TV set [substitute computer, if you'd like]
Almost as much as you.   

He watched all day, he watched all night
Till he grew pale and lean,
From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show"
And all the shows between.

He watched till his eyes were frozen wide,
And his bottom grew into his chair.
And his chin turned into a tuning dial,
And antennae gew out of his hair.

And his brains turned into TV tubes,
And his face to a TV screen.
And two knobs saying "VERT." and "HORIZ."
Grew where his ears had been.

And he grew a plug that looked like a tail
So we plugged in little Jim.
And now instead of watching TV
We all sit around and watch him.

Shel Silverstein, "Where the Sidewalk Ends", 28-29.

And there's your "food for thought" for the day.  Read it, anylize it, remember it, do whatever you want with it actually, I'm not trying to tell anyone how to live their life.

However, with that being said... If you DO have a copy of this book, I would strongly ENCOURAGE you to reread some of the poems in it (add wine, if you like).  As an adult, you'll find the playful social commentary a little bit nostalgic, a little bit refreshing, a little bit fun.

Have a great day, people!  I'll be watching you.  lol

Yours Truly,

Susie Q

P.S. I'm still working on my 95 theses... you can't rush something of such large proportion!

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