How to boils eggs, or at least how I do it, put eggs in pot...add water...put on stove...wait for water to boil...note time. Go about your business for a minimum of 30 minutes or until you start asking yourself why the fuck your entire house smells like an omelet. Recall vaguely something about eggs. Cuss. Run to kitchen. Cuss again. Run cold water over them. Put them in fridge and eat as normal. Actually they were much easier to peel than the last batch that I cooked for the "right" amount of time. Now I'm out of eggs and the whole bizarre process will start all over again and I already know I will completely forget them and cook the water out of the pot. On a more adult note I've discovered how to get the same bad egg cooking 40 year old to take vitamins...they have grown up chewables that taste just like Flinstone vitamins. Only problem is that they don't have purple ones shaped like Dino and now I'm over vitamining myself cause there is no one to stop me from eating them like candy. With all the wrong stuff I manage to consume I'm thinking a few extra vitamins is really the least of my worries.
It's been just under 3 years since I decided upon moving that there just wasn't enough room in my car or my life for an iron much less an ironing board. At some point late last year I broke down and bought an iron. The only reason I bought it was because I found it super cheap at the Ollie's store. I wondered why it was in a brown box and not the kind you normally see in the store. When I got it out there was a sticker on it something to the effect of "refurbished". This mattered little to me since it took me probably 5 more months to pair it up with an ironing board. The newly formed couple sat propped against the wall of my bedroom for another month or so before last week I finally took the twisty tie off the iron cord and rubbed this strange hot metal thing across my wrinkled little Harley shirt. Don't get too excited I'll always be more of the "turn the dryer back on girl" than I will the iron wielding domestic goddess.
Right now I'm sitting on my balcony listening to my neighbors argue. Not that I'm "listening" but its hard to ignore. One of the best parts of the Velcro and my relationship is our ability to talk to each other. I know that my clamming up has been the demise of most of my past relationships. I've gotten old enough and smart enough now to recognize patterns. It came up while we talked on the balcony one night this week, that I question why it's "shaming" to have had several substantial relationships that didn't work out. And in the same breath no one shames people for over staying an unhappy marriage by 25 years. Why do/should I feel bad that when things started going the wrong direction I choose to move on. Is that not fate's way of getting you to the right place at the right time? You have to wonder how many people are missing out on their true destination because they are doing what we've been raised to think is right. Rules are bullshit...and living by imaginary ones has never been in my cards.
"No matter where you are in life right now. No matter who you are. No matter how old you are...It's never too late to be who you are meant to be." Jerry & Ester Hicks
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