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Monday, January 7, 2013

Monday Musings.

Do doctor's offices consciously put you in an examining room to wait instead of the 'waiting' room?  Why call it a 'waiting' room, when you can't even read the first paragraph of that magazine you've been wanting to get your hands on?  Instead, they shuffle you off to a cold, sterile room with NO magazines (or heat) and leave you there for an eternity, clad in the equivalent of a large paper towel, trying to think warm thoughts.  Maybe they figure you'll be less able to complain about the wait through chattering teeth? 

It's amazing how often I function by rote.  Twice, I have turned onto my mountain road without thinking - only to have to turn around and go the safe route.  The mountain road itself is fairly clear, but the road down the mountain is now treacherous - accentuated by a fatal accident on Christmas Eve.  My mind is often elsewhere (home way ahead of the physical me), or I am arguing with the radio.  Time to tape on the seasonal notation to my dashboard:  WINTER!!  I'll tape it right next to my "BREATHE" note.

I may be enjoying winter a little more this year, thanks to Marianne.  I say this, as I gaze at January's Men in Kilts.

Our family is a small one, and it recently got smaller.  My uncle passed away on New Year's Eve.  He had been ill for a long time, so it was a blessing of sorts, I suppose.  Rest in peace, Big Daddy Uncle.  It got me thinking about my cousins and how interesting it was that we are all spread out over the country, with little contact if any.  I adore my aunt, my mother's sister, and have a very fond memory of the one and only time just the two of us spent together:  my uncle was out of town and I was living on my own, I believe in my late 20s.  My aunt invited me over for dinner - lamb chops!  She loved them, but my uncle did not, so this was a special occasion.  We had the best time!  I spent the night and I awoke the next morning to her beautiful, melodic voice telling me to "rise and shine".  She has the kind of voice you should bottle and open when you need comforting.

My other memory involving that side of the family was from way back.  We were all over at their house when we were kids.  While the adults were doing their adult things, the kids were in the family room poking around for something to do.  Not surprisingly, I took charge - although my cousin was older by 15 minutes, I was the bossy one.  My uncle was a golfer, something alien in our family, so I decided to investigate the anatomy of a golf ball.  My cousin (who was reliable and trustworthy from birth, the rat) had a pen knife.  I made him hand it over and I cut off the covering.  Then I proceeded to start unwinding the rubber band ball.  I am sure you can see where this is going.  Never being known for my patience, I took the knife and sliced through the ball.  And hit the pressurized liquid center, which exploded into my eyes.  Which temporarily blinded me.  Which sent all the cousins and my sisters screaming upstairs for reinforcements.  There was much hysteria, except for my uncle, who calmly led me to the sink and rinsed my eyes.  I was soundly punished and, if I remember it correctly, the self-same cousin (my age almost exactly - born on the same day, 15 minutes before me in another state - and there the similarities ended) spent quite a long time gloating.  I believe he always held it against me that I would snap his plastic pants when we were tots just to torment him.



15 comments:

  1. Great memories! My Grandpa died this past Fri. It really does get one thinking about the good times.

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    1. SFG - I'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa. I never knew mine. It's always better to remember good times and, thankfully, those are the ones that usually rise to the top of your mind.

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  2. You know....I never new there was pressurized gas inside of a golf ball, so honestly, I DIDN'T know where that one was going!

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    1. Carolyn - Well, neither did I at the time! But you better believe that I remember it now...

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  3. I think we need to hear more about these men in kilts. Just sayin'.

    P.S. But Carolyn, you KNOW our Susan is a veritable wealth of knowledge. It always amazes me all that I learn from her!

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    1. Mama Pea - I just have a 'thing' for a man in a kilt. So Marianne got me a Men in Kilts calendar! Twelve months of men in kilts - can you stand it???? Ah, yes, I am a veritable wealth of trivial, drivial knowledge - just axe me.

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  4. Is January National Kilt month or something? Friend posted his picture on facebook in his kilt in the snow playing golf.

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    1. TL - Now there's a guy with grit! Hoo boy, the updraft must be a chiller!

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  5. Woman, you need to take the bull by the horns, er, I mean the magazine into the exam room! That's what I do, anyway! (Thanks for reminding me that I need to schedule my annual "female exam." Ugh.)

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  6. Ha! Love the golf ball memory :) And yes, they put you in the waiting room so you can't complain to others or the desk staff... yes I worked in a doctors office LOL

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  7. Love your Monday Musings! Men in kilts, the main reason to attend the Highland Games!! (sigh)

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  8. Susan,

    I'm so sorry to hear about your Big Daddy Uncle, may he rest in peace. God Bless Big Daddy Uncle!

    One of the best things about growing up are the memories you can hold onto, except maybe the gloating cousin :-)

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  9. I always take the magazine withe me! LOL

    I'm sorry to hear about your uncle. Even expected, it still tough.

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  10. Yes, it's not easy even when expected. I lost one of my favorite uncles over the last weekend. He was a real sport until his health failed. Lots of good memories of him.

    Kilts in the snow. Hmmmm..........

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