Fresh mango, sliced, sprinkled with hot chili flakes. Oh. Yeah.
What else did I want to say? I actually attempted to organize my thoughts this week and I made a list of blog topics. Of course I am well-known for making lists and never, ever looking at them. The same way I carry an appointment book, write down my appointments and then never, ever look at my appointment book and thus miss many appointments. I’m much better off relying upon my memory engrams.
Found my list, which says:
2 tsp. vanilla
2 1/2 sticks butter
ear worms - check
cats - check
clown doll - Oh My God No!
Parenthood
Post poem
Experience as a… what? Can’t read my own writing.
Small world
Ah, I choose Small World! Not the Disney version.
I’ll keep this short and sweet. As you know, my husband and I only recently reunited. Like two ships passing in the night, first I was away for 8 days and then the day before I arrived home, he left town for 10 days. We barely spoke the entire time- my cell phone wouldn’t work in the wilds of Maine while he spent most of his trip attending lectures. But we did text back and forth and I was reminded just how small this world really is.
Case in point - I come from a rural community in Iowa. My high school class was pretty dysfunctional (you can include me in that category) and whenever anyone asks me why I don’t attend high school reunions I answer, “Because everyone is either in prison or dead.” I wish I could say that’s a flat out lie, but it isn’t. Oh, it’s a bit of an exaggeration, there are a few of us survivors, battered and bloody, and none of us keep in touch. Apparently my husband does, keep in touch with my old classmates, that is.
While he was up in Minnesota, he helped his brother - a veterinarian - at a free rabies vaccination clinic. Assisting with vaccinations was the sister-in-law of my second best high school friend (my very best friend having died young, as you will recall). So my husband texted me about a million times, catching me up on my friend’s life since I last saw her, which was when we each had a three-year old and a newborn.
I told my husband to give her sister-in-law my email address just in case, but my friend hasn’t contacted me. I didn’t expect her to. But it is interesting, this six degrees of separation. What’s even more interesting is that her name had popped into my head just the week before.
Yup, small world… check!
It certainly is a small world.
Another myth knocked on the head then. There was us Europeans thinking America has a High School reunion every day and everyone was constantly in touch with their old school pals……. Way to go, keep knocking them down.
Me, I never remembered anyone. I used to go home on leave and would be walking down the street and people, the same age would say hi, and I would turn to my bro or whoever I was with and say who was that. ‘You’re kidding’ was the usual reply. ‘That’s so and so you were in the same class a couple of years ago….”
I think part of my brain has always just said ‘you’ve moved on. forget it. them whatever’ strange or what, but it’s always been like that. So, be careful if we don’t chat for a couple of days I may ask, ‘who the hell are you?’ xxx
It’s the same with street names. Someone will stop and ask Ishbel and I directions, she always gives them and then always turns to me and say, ‘How can you not know where that is, we have lived here for twenty years for goodness sake!’ My reply is usually the same, not important to me, so why do I need to know…..
And yet on the other hand my brain is full of useless crap that will never do me any good, go figure
The mango, one of my fav’s with a hint of chilli sounds good tho
Do we get to vote on the list of blog topics? I vote for 2 tsp vanilla.
I often have things like that happen. The universe is a mysterious place or not at all mysterious. I am sure there’s some way to use physics to explain serendipity (chaos, something-tropy, quantum mechanics, who-cares-about-string theory) but I am only married to a physicist I don’t even play one on TV.
Thank you for reminding me, I have a creepy clown doll to mail to you for Mother’s Day!
Just kidding. (Shudder) When I was a kid, there was a woman in our neighborhood who had shelves of hand-blown glass clowns and clown portraits on the walls. It was the kind of thing David Lynch dreams of. One melted glass clown was actually an huge ash tray filled with cigarette butts. She loved clowns “Because they were so cheerful.”
WTF? They were terrifying.
XXOO Kat
I have never, not once, attended a high school reunion. Only one college reunion, when my ex- and his new wife (a former friend) attended. He’s a clone of John Edwards, a true politician with a gal on the side. Anyway, the reunion dinner was a disaster. A good friend from my college days still reminds me that it’s disasters like this one that give us writing fodder. Thanks, but I can get fodder other ways than knocking my head against a wall.
Yep, back to the mangos with chili flakes…
Oh, Marilyn, I agree. Why torture yourself? Sounds awful. My husband actually loves his reunions, but he said the last one he went to would be the last one.
Thanks, Kat! Thanks bunches! Do you know my mother had one of those glass clowns. She kept it in the bathroom and it freaked me out every single time I saw it. Clowns? Cheerful? They are the opposite of cheerful.
Stephanie - your husband should get a guest spot on The Big Bang Theory!
Me too, Penny! No, maybe tomorrow you’ll get evil clowns!
Yeah, that’s Hollywood for ya, Tom. Makes high school seem like one big party. I love Ishbel! We too have lived in this town for 20 years and my husband has no idea how to get anywhere! How is this possible? Well, in his case he has zero sense of direction. I’m aligned with the earth’s magnetic poles so unless I’m in a parking garage, I always know where to go, even in strange cities/countries - which is why I’d love to do the Amazing Race except for the bungie jumping and the eyeball eating!
I shared my mango with my husband yesterday. He looked at the plate with suspicion, but then he ate the whole thing.
It is, Amber!
A very small world indeed. Oh and the new snack sounds yummy…I loved the dried mango you can get..It is so yummy.
Wish I had a healthy snacking obsession. Lately, I’ve had strong sweet tooth cravings I’ve been fighting, mostly in vain.
Evie - mango is super sweet. I think it would even be better if I sprinkled a little tiny bit of sea salt on it. Give it a try.
I love dried mango, Savannah - but usually they add sugar when they dry it and the fresh is sweet enough. Yeah, very small world!
I attended my 30th class reunion a couple of years ago. It’s a small town in Maine where many people never left. We’ve since connected on FB and it’s nice to keep up with the grandchildren and children’s marriages and such. But I’m a crazy social person like that.
And I’m with Penny … a blog on the 2 1/2 tsp vanilla could certainly be interesting.
LOL! I might just write a post about 2 tsp. of vanilla! My husband is social. I’m not much for crowds, even when I know people.
Kudos to everyone who helped with the free clinic.