I’M STILL HERE!
3 Generations of people who AREN’T still here. Left to right: Great grandmother, grandmother, uncle Bob, I have no idea, my mother’s best friend (who married some English guy) and lastly–my mom (who should have been a model). Taken in 1941 somewhere near Phoenix, Arizona.
It’s 3 o’clock in the frigging morning and the dogs are having a bark-a-thon. Why? It’s raining. A light rain is such a terrible threat to us all, don’t you know. It’s right up there with dinosaurs, demons and roaches. Will they go outside to get their dainty doggie feet wet? Unless it’s mud mixed with the worst smells in history–no.
The 3am pseudo-philosophical question on my mind isn’t the age-old, “Why am I here?”–it’s the old age, “Why am I still here?” There could be several answers to choose; from the obvious cliche to the ludicrous:
- The more I complain the longer God lets me live
- The more you complain the longer God lets me nag (Didn’t I just say that?)
- Karma: God isn’t through with me yet. Being a professional nag is still useful.
- Another person’s Karma: God isn’t through with someone else yet (probably my sister) and I’m the implement used to enact his/her suffering.
- Tiny Leprechauns hitched a ride on the boat from Ireland with my paternal great grandfather and they’re the ones who aren’t through with me yet.
- The Irish, French, English, Dutch, French Canadian and Neanderthal parts of me haven’t finished fighting with each other yet.
- I’m too ornery to die.
Whether it’s to be an example to others as to what not to do in life, or the occasional word-diamond thrown someone’s way at just the right time, or an old-fashioned kick in the ass when they need it the most–I’m still here.
It’s not a bad thing, really, just strange.
more than likely it’s because You aren’t done yet.
On Sat, Apr 20, 2013 at 9:03 PM, Two on a Rant
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If I were any more done, I’d be burned to a crisp.
Seriously, I do have a bunch of books to finish, but my next blog is going to be about why I haven’t done much with them for the past few weeks. 🙂
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I like to think I’m still here because of a glitch in the matrix. Love the blog!!!
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Welcome!.
I’d recognize the email anywhere. Cute virtual name. Glad you stopped by to see what’s virtually inside my mind. 🙂
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That’s the question that rolls around in my head at night like a rampaging bowling ball. That and ‘Why did God make dog farts?”
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For the same reason God made dogs eat cat crap. To teach us the meaning of unconditional love. 🙂
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