Random Thoughts

Something happened to me yesterday. It wasn’t a “big deal”, but it happened. And, because it wasn’t a “big deal”, I tried to push it out of my mind.   I had things to do, right?   Just keep going with life. But the thing is, it is almost 24 hours later and I am still thinking about it.   The sun is shining, it is a gorgeous day, and instead of being outside drinking it all in, I am inside, writing it all down.   Sometimes writing things down is a way of sharing them with others.   Sometimes writing things down is a way of doing a “brain dump” and getting them out of my head so that I can focus on other things.   This piece is BOTH – sharing, and dumping. If you are male, you might not understand.   The whole #MeToo thing seems ages ago now, doesn’t it?   That’s all finished, fixed, right? No.   Seemingly “little” things happen daily in the lives of women.   They happen so often that sometimes we don’t even notice them.  ...

We had a scare yesterday. Well, WE didn’t exactly, but David did.  And I guess that is what made it so scary.  David is unflappable.  He does not really get frightened.  We can be in the middle of a huge rally or gathering, or a situation that is escalating, where I sense the potential for danger, and David remains calm and collected, never flinching. But yesterday he panicked.  And his reaction has made me reflect. First, the story:  for the last year or so I have wanted to PAINT ROCKS.  It is a trend – people paint rocks and then hide them for unsuspecting strangers to find.  It started as a kindness act – bring a little sunshine into someone’s life.  But it has become a bit of an “in group” thing now – people paint super fancy, beautiful rocks, then give their fellow rock painters hints at where they are hiding them, at which point hordes of collectors descend upon the hinted at location and score pretty treats.  ...