If you’ve noticed I haven’t been as active in the Cow Pasture the last few weeks and the only excuse I can give you is, it’s been one heck of a month.
October arrived and my muse took a hike. Halloween brought enough candy to put my whole street in a sugar coma. And, right before I spent three straight days cooking a Thanksgiving meal, for twenty plus people, I broke my toe.
I gotta tell you, lugging around a big black orthopedic boot is a pain (no pun intended). It’ll throw your hip outta whack in a skinny minute! Not to mention screw with your holiday attire. There’s just no way to look sexy wearing a one-legged, open-toed, platform, orthopedic, boot.
This time of year brings no rest for the wicked, infirmed, or plain ole’ tired and writing always takes a hit. Whoever decided to have #NaNoWriMo during the month of November, is as crazy as the people camping out for 12 hours, in the cold, at Toys r’ Us on Black Thursday. I mean, really?
For the record, I didn’t take part in the Black Thursday-Friday madness. Limping around in an orthopedic boot in a mass of crazed shoppers was as appealing as water torture.
Something’s gotta be wrong with people leaving a table spread with goodies to join a bunch of crazy shoppers. What’s wrong with staying home, lingering at the table (with a glass of wine or two) and engaging in conversation with each other? There’s a novel thought.
Of course, I’ll admit it’s easy for me to say this year; I’m ahead of the curve. Every last Christmas present is purchased and ready to go under the tree. Ebates and Amazon are my new best friends. As they say, every cloud has a silver lining. In this case, a broken toe leads to online shopping. I may never step foot into a store, again. But, seriously can’t we slow down this speeding train of time and just talk? The world might be a better place if we did.
But, who am I kidding? The art of conversation has gone out the window with bell bottom jeans and hippy hair. Talking? What’s that?
Speaking of which, I sent my daughter a lovely message the other night (yeah, via text). Conversing is too taxing for her. The holidays sometimes put me in a reflective mood. So, I sent her a note expressing my love and pride for all she’s accomplished.
Her response? “Is this a suicide text? Well, it’s rude to send a suicide letter via text. Handwritten is preferred.”
The world has gone crazy, indeed.
Perhaps, the best I can do this year is to be thankful for the little things in life – a good laugh, orthopedic boots, and my iPhone.
I’d love to hear your comments. Talk to me. Tell me your story. And as always, you can follow me on Facebook at SheilaMGood, Pinterest, Bloglovin, Twitter@sheilagood, and Contently.
My kids and I text a lot. They live in a different city, and as you stated, seem to be too taxing. And the suicide note response, I would have laughed out loud. I once sent both of my kids a simple, “love you” in a text (because apparently I don’t reaffirm them enough) and both of them responded back with something like… “Are you dying?”
/smh
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OMG! That is too funny. I mean, can’t a parent express their love anymore? And, you’re correct – I did laugh out loud. Thanks for another laugh and stopping by.
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Anytime, but you made me laugh first, so… I felt responsible to pay you back. 🙂
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Well, Hells Bells…I agree totally. I have never and will probably never shop on Black Friday. My laptop is my BFF for writing and shopping. Agreed…let’s slow down and enjoy life…what are we rushing to?! Quick healing on your toe as well…terrible time of year to be down…but use it to write and eat chocolate!
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I wish! When you have a retired husband around, a schedule doesn’t often work out, broken toe or not. LOL Am healing nicely, though. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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Did the broken toe thing about 13 years ago. Painful and annoying.
I’m with you on the feeding frenzy that we call shopping these days. Want no part of it. Let me fingers do the walking online, all done, what a feeling.
And we TALK at my house. TV stays off, no one brings a phone to the table. It’s loverly.
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Oh, what a lovely idea! Working on leaving the phones out of reach at night and meals, but… Daughter is in DC, so sometimes the only way I get to catch up is texting, which I hate! Have threatened to not reply, but you know I couldn’t do that!! LOL
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Ouch. Hope the toe is better soon. Great to hear that your Thanksgiving went well despite that. We’re gearing up to writing Christmas cards and putting up decorations, it’s looking very festive in our street.
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Same here. Addressing cards tonight. Thanks for stopping by and hope commenting.
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Sorry about your toe. I’m with you, I don’t understand why anyone would want to stand in line in the cold on Thanksgiving to save a few bucks, frittering away money on stuff they don’t really need. And the apparent decay in the art of conversation is really alarming, I totally agree. Used to be people could hold a conversation, talk about anything, but now they just stare down at their phones. It has become a social crutch!! Get better!!!!!
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My heart and soul are with you 100%. On the long weekend in August I broke my fibula (I wrote post on my exhilarating bike ride up our local mountain) and I had to wear the same kind of boot for 3 months. So I know what you are talking about. Have a less painful and blessed Christmas! Greetings from Canada!
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Glad you’re recovered. I’m almost there, thank the Lord. Hope you and yours have a blessed Christmas as well! Thanks for stopping by.
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This is so you! I could picture you as I read. LOL
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🙂
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