That title, in case you're wondering, is metaphorical and not literal. (Although I do love to zen out at a couple of my favorite beach spots where the dolphins are usually reliably coasting parallel to shore and never fail to lift my spirits, regretfully I haven't had time lately for such indulgence.) 
Nope, life's just a bit too frazzled upon the rodent wheel, and at this point I've mastered a clip where I'm afraid if I falter it'll take too long to establish the pace once again.
It was always my stance on this blog not to make it too personal. Huh? Oxymoron? I mean it simply in the sense of not giving away too much of the lives of those who are closest to me. I have no problem espousing personal opinion on a wide variety of topics and issues.
My kids, (who are actually adults, yet will always be kids as far as I'm concerned), are mentioned casually from time to time while taking care to render them unrecognizable. I haven't gone to the place where my daughter is once again living with me after finishing college and living on her own and it not working out due to the current economic maelstrom and not liking it one little bit that she's back here and working part-time retail. (I'm rather enjoying that masterful run-on sentence and yes it was on purpose.)
I also refrain from relishing the fact that her brother had the luck to be born more than a decade earlier and hence was enabled to make the most of his career climb since college and has carved out an admirable niche within The Industry (for a laugh-out-loud take from my sister's perspective of said nephew you really should read this).
Or my mother. Sigh. My mother.
Right now it's trying to cope with the fact that she recently suffered a fairly bad fall, yet didn't break anything and somehow escaped the requirement of hospitals or doctors to report such incidents when they happen to elderly people living alone. She's stalling going into assisted living, and we can't make her do it, it's maddening. At this point I don't want to report her, it needs to be verified that she still has the private extended care policy she's always claimed.
It is such déjà vu. It brings back all the memory of her suicide attempt when I was in high school, and how she escaped the therapy required after such an incident by charming her doctor. But that's one for the joint memoir.
Meanwhile, time for Timmy to put to song the searching for dolphins in the sea...
Nope, life's just a bit too frazzled upon the rodent wheel, and at this point I've mastered a clip where I'm afraid if I falter it'll take too long to establish the pace once again.
It was always my stance on this blog not to make it too personal. Huh? Oxymoron? I mean it simply in the sense of not giving away too much of the lives of those who are closest to me. I have no problem espousing personal opinion on a wide variety of topics and issues.
My kids, (who are actually adults, yet will always be kids as far as I'm concerned), are mentioned casually from time to time while taking care to render them unrecognizable. I haven't gone to the place where my daughter is once again living with me after finishing college and living on her own and it not working out due to the current economic maelstrom and not liking it one little bit that she's back here and working part-time retail. (I'm rather enjoying that masterful run-on sentence and yes it was on purpose.)
I also refrain from relishing the fact that her brother had the luck to be born more than a decade earlier and hence was enabled to make the most of his career climb since college and has carved out an admirable niche within The Industry (for a laugh-out-loud take from my sister's perspective of said nephew you really should read this).
Or my mother. Sigh. My mother.
Right now it's trying to cope with the fact that she recently suffered a fairly bad fall, yet didn't break anything and somehow escaped the requirement of hospitals or doctors to report such incidents when they happen to elderly people living alone. She's stalling going into assisted living, and we can't make her do it, it's maddening. At this point I don't want to report her, it needs to be verified that she still has the private extended care policy she's always claimed.
It is such déjà vu. It brings back all the memory of her suicide attempt when I was in high school, and how she escaped the therapy required after such an incident by charming her doctor. But that's one for the joint memoir.
Meanwhile, time for Timmy to put to song the searching for dolphins in the sea...
I like your metaphor. And your music video clip ; -)
Posted by: Pseudo | June 08, 2009 at 07:51 AM
I have sisters who could collaborate on crazy mum stories. Sigh.
My original blog title was Hamster Treadmill. Love that image.
Hang in there.
Posted by: Erin | June 08, 2009 at 05:45 PM