Monday Musings

I think I've had that title before. I'm entitled. I'm old. Old people forget that they've done something 5 minutes after the doing. So work with me here. I'm posting a list. Like it!

1. I say it every time, but I am SO GLAD TO BE HOME. I have no where to go and nothing major to do this week. Ahh! I love being sedentary. I love boredom. I love routine and laziness.

2. The Dallas Mavericks won their first NBA Championship last night. I don't understand how anyone could want the Heat to win. The Heat?? James, Wade, Bosh--really?? You admire those people? OK, so husband and SIL and maybe a million other people wanted them to prevail. Those folks are obviously misguided. The Mavs are an old team with three of their main players over 35. And though that's not old compared to me, it's long in the tooth for basketball players. They played with heart and poise. (LaBron and Dewayne were making fun of Dirk's being sick. Not nice, fellas...) I salute you, Mavs. I don't care what anyone else says.

3. Rick and I cleaned the whole church Saturday by ourselves. Then went home, showered, and sped back to the funeral by 10:00. Now, I realize that a truly generous and modest person wouldn't expect accolades for such a mundane task. I'm NOT one of those. I want praise and lots of it. No one even knew that we were the only ones who showed up. Sure we'll get blessings. Sure it was a little thing. But I still want some "atta girls." Praise me! Praise me! (Oh, and praise Rickster too...)

4. We washed out the four big filters for our pool yesterday. Laid them out on a tarp and squirted out all the bugs, dirt, hair, and leaves. It was glorious. I love cleaning out gunk. I like emptying vacuum bags, cleaning out filters, and washing out grime. I feel so fulfilled when things are purged. I'm pretty sure this doesn't indicate that I'm weird. I'm certain...I'm sure it's healthy.

5. I have 49 followers. Most of you have many more, but this is a real milestone for me. Three years ago I had 2 or 3 followers for a year or so. Then the number increased to the teens, twenties...I felt as if I'd won the lottery. Every once in a while I go a "man down." Somebody drops out. I usually can't figure out which of my extensive readers it is, but I do notice. I am aware! So if you are among my 49 fans, I thank you! I notice and love you, whoever you are. Some bloggers say they don't care who follows them. I am NOT one of those people. I'll never be one of those "popular," beloved bloggers, but I adore my followers. I  admire your good taste and wonder often how the heck you came to read my humble mutterings. "You like me! You really like me!" (That's a quote from Sally Fields at the Oscars. Everyone made fun of her for saying that. I can't understand why they would mock Sally. I know exactly how she felt.) Please don't leave me. I'm so insecure and fragile...

6. The temps are going to soar above 100 degrees every day this week. I promise not to complain. Though my tomatoes shrivel and die, though our Labrador pants in the mister, though I can't walk outside after noon without gasping, I am glad! Yeah, summer in Arizona. It still beats freezing in the frozen tundra.

7.I watched our neighbor girl and her friends push her mom's car out of their driveway, jump in, start the car in the road, and drive away at 12:50 this morning. I have no idea what time she came home. I'm so yearning to go tell her parents, but I WON'T. I'm not that old and duddy...I think.

8. As of June 11th we've lived in Arizona 2 years now. Quite a milestone. I never dreamed two and a half years ago that any of this would occur. I'm starting to like it here. Hope that doesn't jinx anything.

9.  I must go clean my house now. It's Monday. On Monday I clean. I love my boring routine and the fact that I have no deadlines or places to be. I don't do chaos and busy and running here and there at 90mph with my hair on fire. I just can't do that, Daughter. Sorry that I can't return to the "war zone" anytime soon. I must steep like a tea bag, like a pot of stock, like white clothes in a bath of bleach. I must settle and collect myself. I am a sedentary, slow moving, solitary soul. I exit stage right! I must go muse a while.