Life as I know it

Sunset View

I have seen this view every day since August, and only recently I realized how incongruous it was. A cactus, palm tree, the ocean along the horizon, and a street light – all in the same landscape.

My life is like this. Priorities so diverse they belong on different to-do-lists and other people, thrown haphazardly  into a mosaic. Leaving me to try to do something with it.

I am disturbed by how long it took me to notice this. Proof that my brain is too busy. Like how a computer processes sluggishly during a virus scan, my head always has several thoughts vying for attention.

Example: What will I blog about today? Do I need to refill any prescriptions… Need to look up the bugs ready to beta test… What time on Sunday are the 49ers playing… Oh – don’t forget to call Karen with today’s joke… Make that dentist appointment…  Christian Kane is so damned HOT I can’t stand it… What rhymes with monster…  I wish my sister would stop making that noise…  Got to put that in the test plan… A nap sounds good, wish mom would take one so I could…  What should I make for dinner…  I wonder when  Victor Newman will get what he deserves… Why am I so stuck on the middle of my novel… I need a pedicure and a facial…  Put Liquid Plumber on the grocery list before I forget again… Hope my granddaughter loves the Christmas Dress I sent her…

All that and more in the 20 seconds it took to take the trash out.  No wonder I become exhausted by the end of the day…

My camera’s auto feature did not know what the hell to focus on either. Sometimes it was the garden cherub, or the cactus. Other times the palm trees. They are actually two palms next to each other, not a double-headed one. For some reason, I was disappointed when I discovered the truth.

Like the photo, my life is interesting, if not ideal. My focus and outlook varies from day-to-day. I suspect I may have undiagnosed multiple personality disorder. I keep this fact to myself. People already find me a bit unsettling. Like the residential street light smack in the middle of a landscape.

Things NOT on my Bucket List

Ever since that movie came out,  my friends have been thinking about what they would put on their lists. No one is actually writing these lists down on paper. At least not admitting they are, because after all, we are way too young to be thinking about that.

I have no clue what will be on my list. I do know, however, what will NOT be.

Bicycling down the Haleakala Volcano

Have you seen this?  If you think it looks scary while you watch it on Nat Geo, try being on the same road. There is only one road. It goes up the volcano. It goes down the volcano. The grade is about 5%. You coast from 10,028 ft to sea level in 38 miles. Seems simple. No peddling. Ha! A steep road is only half of the problem.  A twisted, two-lane road makes the trip horrifying. And I was in a car.

Curvy Road Ahead
Understatement

Haleakala CruisersThe views are breathtaking.

I would not see them because all my focus would be on not crashing my bike into the 300 other tourists also biking down the volcano, being hit by one of the (sane) people driving their car, or coasting right off a cliff.

No Thank You.

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Bungee Jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge

This is just wrong. This is just wrong!

Aside from being dangerous, this jump was probably  illegal.

Considering it is at night and there is just the couple present .

Hey, maybe he pushed her off the bridge and this is a homicide.

If you ever see me in this position – call the police!

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Running with the Bulls

Don’t kid yourself.

Only the bulls are running with each other. People are running FROM the Bulls.

Gored

Do these guys look  like they are  having fun?  Even I am saner  than this.

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Climb Mount Everest (or Kilimanjaro, or Fuji, etc.)

Just “because it is there”, are you kidding me?  Many things are “there” and I am not one bit tempted to climb them.  That reason to climb a mountain is ridiculous!

The only climbing I want to do is the stairs – when I have to, in order to be where I want to be. Like my daughter’s house. The 2nd story of the mall. My doctor’s office. That kind of climbing.

NOT this…

Mt. Everet ClimbersHanging Out

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My 15-minutes of fame

For me, any recognition from the media would be embarrassing or damaging to my self-esteem.  People who knew me would not be awed or jealous of my fame.

Outdoor Plumbing

They would roll their eyes and say, “That’s Jodi, alright!”

So, who needs that?

Watching Dogs Poop

Let me explain.

My mother lives in a very nice neighborhood. From mom’s porch you can see the ocean (between the condos across the street).  If there isn’t any fog.  Sunrise and Sunsets are awesome along the Pacific Ocean’s horizon! I love to admire this view while I sip my coffee and smoke a cigarette. It has become my morning thing.

 

Almost every resident here has a dog (or two).  Because this neighborhood has ornate landscaping and no fences, these dogs take their people for a walk on a regular basis. I enjoy watching the diverse breeds of dogs that pass in and out of my view. There are several “regulars”, who are out and about every morning. A couple of Labs, a Golden Retriever in his golden years, a Scottie, two British Springer Spaniels, and quite a few of those little yap-dogs of obscure lineage. My favorite dog, a Bernese Mountain Dog, must not live in mom’s neighborhood. I only see him every couple months. I am sure they must need to go out more than that.

 

The condos  across the street have a strip of grass next to the sidewalk. Mom’s side of the street is a well landscaped hill, overlooking this sidewalk.  Dogs and their people must walk on that side, which is right smack in the middle of my view. Every dog must sniff around a few times on this patch of grass. Then, of course, they poop. They have to poop there because all the other dogs have done so, and it’s a canine imperative to poop upon the poop of others.

I didn’t really think much about it until the other morning when a friend called me and asked “What are you doing?”. Being the smart-ass that I am, I told her “Oh, not much. Just watching dogs poop.” It was then I realized that was exactly what I have been doing.

Every morning.

Yuk!

 

The dog’s people are well trained. The poop is scooped off the grass as soon as their dog moves on. Everyone accompanying a dog carries a plastic bag  for waste containment. The homeowner’s association rules are apparently followed around here.

I wonder if these people are always so conscientious. Do you think it has something to do with a woman watching from above, with a coffee and cigarette?