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Friday, March 7, 2008
This post is about emotions. I am an emotional person. For one thing I'm a female. For another I'm left-handed which supposedly means I'm using that part of my brain. I confess I don't understand all that right brain/left brain stuff but I'm definitely over in that emotional department. But I also will tell you that I'm an a very optimistic, up-beat person who can smile at the drop of a hat. So I'm telling you all that to say this: Don't some things in the world just get you down like extreme poverty and drug wars and blood money for diamonds and suffering children and women, and sex slavery corrupting children. All these things are horrible and tear your heart inside out. But then there are the little things too. I hate to even mention these things but my husband had gone to bed and we have a cat that lives in our house (rules) and I went into the bedroom to get some pjs. As soon I as came out of the bedroom, there was my kitty waiting outside the door. And I don't know why but that touches my heart to think of an animal loving you and wanting to be near you. And then I think about the dogs that haved died or had to be put to sleep that a few bloggers have written about. I guess I must be a little overly emotional right now. I don't know how to express the sadness but I know I can't dwell on it. I know life is not fair and that life is hard, much harder for some people and that makes me sad too. I try to do my best to make the world (my world) a better place but then I can turn right around and get cranky that somebody behind me in the bank drive thru is getting very close to my car with their huge truck with a clutch looking like they are going to ram me every time we move forward. I guess you just have to lighten up to get through life. Let me tell you something else silly. In my brand new bathroom (I should just be glad I have one, huh?) the sink drain turned out to be painted with plastic like coating over brass and guess what? I was scrubbing around the rim of the drain and off comes great pieces of the plastic revealing brass. I can't fix it so I tear some more of it off. I don't think anything can be done without some major repair so I have decided that it is the way I wanted it anyway. Is that crazy? I look at it now and think "Flintstone" because I have slate floors and a slate countertop and I look in to the sink and see "rustic" sink drain. Ha ha. I honestly can do it. I can make myself like it. Oh well, enough of this nutso post. I pretty much ran the gamut there, didn't I?