Strange

I've just finished a book by Inga Muscio, C--t, A Declaration of Independence. I was afraid to ask for it at the book store when I had to buy it for my Women's Studies class. I was afraid to start the book, but being as I am loud, obnoxious and outspoken most of the time, I chose this title over the alternative, which I can't recall right now. It has freed my thinking, it has allowed me to explore a part of me that I have kept deeply hidden. I suggest it to anyone who wishes to free themselves.

Sunday's news brought plenty of tragedy, both personal and in the world. Personally I found out on Sunday afternoon that my dear dear sister-in-law had lost her beloved mother. Her mother was an amazing person that I missed the opportunity to get to know very well, but what I do know of her I greatly admire. On Sunday, God gained an angel. On the news I saw where 14 had perished in a small airplane crash in Montana. This morning I read the list of those killed. One listed was Sydney, age 9. It brought sadness to my heart to think that the world is less one 9 year old Sydney, I am blessed to have mine in my life daily, for all her quirks, annoying habits and learning experiences. A relatives blog today spoke out about the wonder of 9 year olds. She pointed out that my darling baby is halfway out my door. Oh, how I am aware of this, daily I am reminded of how much she grows, how she matures, how much she has to learn and how much more there is to teach.

Today there seems to be a curse on all things water in our house! This morning I got up and found the water container in our refrigerator was leaking, oh, perhaps I did not tighten the spout, so I proceed to pull the container from the shelf, and become covered in WATER. Nearly a gallon of water, on my slippers, on the floor, and all over the refrigerator. The lid was loose as well as the spout. So I clean that up, then have my coffee. I go to take a shower, flush the toilet, turn to get clothes out of the closet and hear spilling. I turn, of course the toilet is gushing water everywhere. I grab the plunger, reverse the flow, mop the gallons I've wasted off the floor, wash the towels, wash the floor. Then I arrive 5 minutes late for work, because of my misadventures at home, to discover that despite the many lessons of the morning I have neglected to tighten my lid on my water bottle and the water is now spilt in my bag. AARRGH. So do I think the spills have stopped? No, the next spill is the waste toner cartridge, black dust EVERYWHERE. At least it wasn't wet, although quite messy! Home after work, and the daughter is getting water for the cat, the water of course, ends up where? So another round with the mop, and hopefully the rest of the night will be dry!
Tomorrow is another day, give thanks for the people in your life, the blessings, disguised as annoyances and the opportunity to go at it again tomorrow!