A weekend about...nothing

I did something last week that I don't remember doing since I got married, or since Cheryl and the kids moved in with me. And no, it's not that! Cheryl and I went away for the weekend, by ourselves, and we rarely left Audrey and Dave's cottage, except to go eat. So when we weren't, uh, you know, we did a lot of nothing. We read. We did...nothing. And specifically, what I did, that I haven't done since about August of 1998 is, while Cheryl was sleeping in the other room, I laid on the couch, and just stared at a wall and thought about...nothing. I didn't have kids climbing on me. I didn't feel guilt for not getting something done. i wasn't planning what I needed to accomplish by the end of the day. I wasn't thinking about problems at work. I wasn't thinking about politics or sports. I was just thinking about well, whatever popped into my head, some of which involved thinking about mom and how I need to spend more time with her before she's gone. But the cool thing is, I did that for a half hour or more and an hour or 3 later, when I told Cheryl about it, I couldn't think of just about anything I thought about except mom, and how cool it was that I had nothing I had to think about! I miss that...but I sure wouldn't trade my current life for it.

loving you and hating that pencil!

There were things I knew to expect about growing old, memory and physical well-being related, tho it still amazes me when I am in the shower and can't remember whether I washed my hair yet, but I didn't expect this: The older I get, the more patience I have with people and the less I have with inanimate objects.

More and more when people say or do things that previously would have made me angry, now I just sort of shake my head and feel sorry for them. But if I bump into something, or drop something, ARGH - it makes me nuts! And I am pretty sure both those things are age-related, and I have no idea why.

See?

I wish this were an original thought. Well, come to think of it, it was by someone, though not by me, but I like it so much , I don't want to forget it:

Can you see farther in the daylight or at night?

And now, I have literally sat here for about 5 mimutes waiting as if to give you enough time to think about it. And maybe, though I suspect you've guessed that the easy answer - daytime - is wrong, I can help you get the right answer by illustrating the reason why that's wrong, with this: Put a flashlight up in your face about 6 inches from your eyes and turn it on. Can you see anything behind it?

Of course you can see farther at night - look up in the sky tonight and tell me what you see.

And here I didn't even know the ladder was a suspect

Now that I have sufficently dumbed down this blog with observations as pointless as the one below this, I am now officially freed up by the blog-gods in my head to post more frequently about matters equally germane...and bland...such as this:

I wonder if more people are influenced to vote for Hillary because she's a woman or against her for the same reason.

And furthermore, I don't know know which would be worse, though I suspect it's the latter.