it’s too quiet

There’s only three of us left now.  Everyone else has gone home for the holiday.  I can hear every little noise.  I’m not used to quiet.  The kids are forever noisy at home, my commute is filled with traffic, normally my office is a busy and bustling place.  I don’t remember what to do with silence.  I wish I had a radio. 

The good thing about staying late is it gives me a chance to make up all the time I missed earlier this week.  Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have a job where I can do that?

I’ve been trying to think of all the lucky/amazing/incredibly kind things I have (or have had) in my life.  It’s an attempt to put some perspective on all the really crappy, make me mad as a hornet, junk.  So here’s part of the list:

I’ve got incredible kids.  They enrich me everyday.  Even if the it comes in the form of stretching my patience and expanding the load I can carry.  They’re the best.

My family, especially my brother and sister.  OK, so it has been hard to adjust to being only just above average while they’re both geniuses. 

The friends I’ve kept over the years and through the crazies and the new friends I’m finding.

My little community where we talk over the back fence and trade home made stuff, where we help each other with projects and look out for each other in times of need.

My job, I work at a great place with wonderful people doing things I enjoy.

I’ve had really great teachers.  Some of the standouts: Mr. MacAvoy (9th grade history), Ms. Miller (10th grade English), Mr. Griggs and Mr. Lum (sociology, both in high-school and college), Mr. Mac Dowel (11th grade chemistry), Celest Woo (my Fort Lewis adivisor), and Mr. Williams (Calc I).

All the animals who have picked me to be their human.  It is an honor.

P, who will always be a part of my life, even when I’ve tried to run away, even when I’ve done awful, unforgivable things to him.  Who I always forgive anything, even when I don’t want to.

The time a stranger gave me a hundred dollars just because.

Who ever it was who rounded my GPA up just a hair so I could get a better scholarship.

I’m running out of time, sigh, I could go one, but just because no one’s watching doesn’t mean I don’t have to be busy.  Who and what has made a difference in your life?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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