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“The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.”    —-Larry the Cable Guy

Disclaimer:  I use too many commas and parentheses, make up words when I deem necessary, and have a penchant for dots, dashes, and run-on sentences (among other moving violations).   I also tend to be a bit long-winded, but it seems to run in the family so it’s probably genetic and I can’t help it. If any of these are known to cause hives,  light-headedness, loud outbursts, or any other unpleasant reactions—just click out of here!!    Still here, huh?  The other thing about most of this schtuff is that what isn’t totally true is based on actual events……as I know ‘em……or at least think of ‘em……whatever.

In my life I have truly been blessed.  Somewhere in one of the  corners of my little mind I have always known this.   But, human nature being what it is I guess I let myself get distracted from time to time.  Over the years I know I have led a fairly interesting life. I’ve never really considered it to be particularly exciting or remarkable until I sit down and take a breath.  Time to take a breath.

In the past I have repeatedly found myself in the position of caregiver.  I have seen what is probably not the very worst, but some really bad shit happen over the years to various friends and family members concerning hospitals and health issues.  For whatever reason, I seem to keep running into some woman in the mirror who is in the middle of helping somebody in the throes of a health crisis.  When there are so many things going on and there doesn’t seem to be anybody else around to lend a hand, it’s like:  the genie wants the day off—aw what the heck,  she’s not doing anything right now.  She can handle things for the time being.  While I don’t really think it’s genetic, I do believe that it can be inherited.  Mine just happens to be both, having come from my mother.  That and my dimples.

How she ever managed to raise the seven of us, live up to the expectations of being my father’s wife, and still greet everyday with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her piercing blue eyes is one of the mysteries of time that will probably never be solved.  Nor should it.  Some jerk would just probably figure out a way to use it for evil, and that would be way too much power.  I blame her for my sense of humor and my Peter Pan/Pollyanna attitude, and I will always feel especially grateful for both.

I don’t think it really dawned on me until I had left the nest that there were other ways to be.  Don’t get me wrong, I did my share of rebelling and thinking my side of the lollypop had all of the fuzz on it, but silly me still thought that most people were basically happy with their lot in life…otherwise, why wouldn’t they do something to change it?  I always did.  Thanks, Mommy.

I didn’t begin to appreciate how unusual it was that my family all liked each other so well.  Not to say that we haven’t had our share of differences in many aspects of day-to-day stuff—but by golly we got along.  We weren’t hit or allowed to do so (at least when anyone who’d tell was looking), and the final outcome was never, ever supposed to leave hurt feelings.  Pretty simple rules, huh?  I can remember one day shortly after both of my folks had passed away, a bunch of my friends were sitting around one day discussing the phenomenon of my family.  Speculation early on was that we’d all be at each others’ throats fighting over the carrion of the parents’ almost sixty year old estate.  Are you kidding me?  Don’t you think for one NTH of a second that each and every one of us kids (AND spouses) weren’t sure that my mom‘d be back here in a heartbeat, forbidding us from behaving so badly toward one and other with Daddy standing there with his hand cupping his chin, looking over her left shoulder with that expression of amused wonder that he frequently wore when it came to her.

In addition to the great fortune of my relatives, I happened across a man from an equally agreeable family…..and I really liked him.  A lot.  So I did something I swore I’d never do again in this lifetime.  I married him.  While I realize that had anyone been making book on this the odds would have been somewhere in the range of “slim-to-none”, it did happen.  The both of us had been on our own for many years and certainly were not interested in dating anyone for any reason, but a mutual friend from beautiful Bandera, Texas got it into his head to get us together.  We finally met for a drink in our hometown (more to get this friend to find another hobby than anything else), and he’s been my one and only since shortly thereafter.

I’m not too sure exactly when it was that our friend realized he needed to make such a recommendation—most likely the fact that I had a seemingly endless supply of cold beer on hand at that time had something to do with it—but I am truly grateful for the tip.  If he were only as good at setting up his own bed as he was in setting up ours, he could probably bring about the advent of world peace.  Or at the very least cooperation……more’n likely it was just a matter of how hard Saturn’s outer rings were pulling on Uranus, now that I’m thinkln’ about it.

At any rate, I’m feeling a bit like that second mouse.  Life as I know it is by no stretch of the imagination perfect, but it’s pretty damned good when you take all things into account.  Now, if I could only come up with those winning lottery numbers……


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Disclaimer:  I use too many commas and parentheses, make up words when I deem necessary, and have a penchant for dots, dashes, and run-on sentences (among other moving violations).   I also tend to be a bit long-winded, but it seems to run in the family so it’s probably genetic and I can’t help it. If any of these are known to cause hives,  light-headedness, loud outbursts, or any other unpleasant reactions—just click out of here!!    Still here, huh?  The other thing about most of this schtuff is that what isn’t totally true is based on actual events……as I know ‘em……or at least think of ‘em……whatever.

If you’ve ever had the great, good fortune to have known somebody who is  really good at figuring things out you’ll know what I’m talking about here.  It just so happens I’m married to one of those people.  Over the years I have been quite pleasantly surprised time and again at the wealth of knowledge this man has garnered from the various aspects of his life experiences.   At the drop of a hat he hauls it out, dusts it off, and puts it to good use; and I have to say he will never cease to amaze me.

A while back when I’d gotten home from work,  I found my sweetheart out here on the patio with what looked to be the innermost parts of our central air conditioning unit scattered all over the place…. pieces and motor lookin’ thing-eys that I have never had the desire to see, much less become familiar with….pieces of an essential factor in the day-to-day comfort and quality of life in these-here parts.   Doing my best to stifle the knot I felt forming in the pit of my stomach, I pasted on a bright smile and joined him amongst a seemingly impossible mess of parts, pieces, wires, and tools.

The season’s temperatures had already been sneaking past 90 degrees, and the inside of the house certainly felt every bit of it.  Despite the fact that the scene had the look and feel of  fallout from some sort of unnatural disaster, I gamely announced my joy at seeing that my “fix-it guy” was on the job.  Receiving a grumble about some silly thing such as being “too old for this kinda crap”, I did a little deep breathing and with fingers crossed, I assumed the position and became  gofer-assistant-sounding board, and “we” set about what appeared (to me) to be the insurmountable task of resurrecting the comfort of our home without having to call in the rescue squad.  (Did I mention that the only things remaining in the unit housing were leaves and dirt?  That became one of my projects by default.)

To sum it all up:  A couple of hours, a couple of trips back to the neighborhood hardware store,  and some scrapes and colorfully inventive language later our efforts were rewarded and we heard the glorious  concert from the perennial favorite “Personal Climate Control”  making a come-back tour with their long-time favorite opening act, “Buzz and Humm”.

After handing my guy a well deserved celebratory cocktail, I was informed with all seriousness that he could fix “anything but a broken heart”.  Somehow I have always know this to be true (though I’m not so sure about that qualifier concerning the heart), but until my recent stint in the hospital I’d had no idea of the meaningful depth of that statement:  and sitting here several months later, I know more than ever what a very lucky lady I am.  Ever since I was returned by the aliens, he has held up remarkably well—all things considered—and continues to hold a steady course as I  (unintentionally) discover new ways to drive him a little  nuttier than he already is.

There isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t thank my lucky stars, and I simply wanted to give credit where it’s due before I get off and onto other things.

I…AM…CONFIDENT!!