Yippee Ki Yay! It’s a Ten Things of Thankful!

I know! It’s Sunday! And I’m only now getting to writing a TToT let alone finish reading last week’s TToTs! (Dyanne?, Kerry? I can do this right? lol) I’ve always loved to read and now that we’ve got extra time on our hands (don’t burst my bubble, guys) it’ll be a piece of cake 🙂

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I need to pre-empt my “formal” thankfuls by saying how much I appreciate Zoe passing the honor of hosting the Six Sentence Bloghop to me (um, Zoe? We totally expect to be seeing more of you in the future 😀)  And thank you guys for being so enthusiastic to keep the hop going! I’m really excited. The SSS has been instrumental in getting me back to wanting to write again. And that circles round again to all of you 🙂

Alright! Lots of thankfuls to get to… where to begin, where to be….

1. Daylight Savings Time!!!! What more need I say to that one folks. Love it!

2. New laptop. While I haven’t quite adapted to it yet, I will embrace the challenge of different. All I’ll say right now lol

3. Terminator 6. That’s right folks. I’m excited. Whether you liked all the movies in the series or not, if you loved the first one, how can you not embrace this next one 😀 Why should you? ‘Cuz they’re bringin’ back the original “band”  😀

4. This is one of those hypo grats turned grat. A week ago Friday, the storm that blew in to so many states causing damage and power outages, blew out my cpu at work. I’m still waiting for it to be fixed which means I’m still down the hall utilizing an “extra”, not quite updated computer. But hey, at least there’s one for me to use, right? During the week, I’ve had to use yet, other computers to complete certain work. Yesterday, I went into the office for a few hours. This time sitting at our law clerk’s desk so that I could do some processing and scanning. His programs, scanner were different than mine. Can’t say I’m an expert when it comes to Adobe and pdfs and the whole edit docs thing but when working with my programs at my (now broken) computer, well, easy peasy! Yesterday, did not initially go as planned as the scanner was different, the adobe program/reader was different. I can’t remember the last time I had to do a drag and drop! But yesterday, yesterday I was in that special place that allowed me to figure things out and do a whole bunch of stuff without, seemingly much effort. Cool.

5. Roger (yes, that roger) over to the Secessionist Rag published a post. He, like myself in recent years, has wallowed now and then in the where do I find time and I’m not feeling all that creative anyway place. I’ve always enjoyed his writing whatever the topic as he has a style and ease we have dubbed “armchair easy”. Anyway, head on over and say hey! encourage him to write. Tell him Girlie sent you 🙂

6. Sinus medicine.

7. Epiphanies. Self-revelation. Cutting the blinders. Letting go. The point at which your body supercedes your brain and allows a feeling of….relinquishment. You fill in the blank. I’m feeling lighter this weekend.

8. Music. Music. Music. Movies. Movies. Movie. 🙂 🙂 🙂

9. The sounds of Spring even if the temperatures are not exactly Springlike.

10. This day. Opportunity. Challenge. Self-challenge. New beginnings.

“Every Form of Refuge Has It’s Price”

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. I write sometimes. Not enough though. I have another blog. Did you know that? Languishing in cyberspace 2 years ago this month, a couple of the vids have disappeared. Nada. Nunca.  Kinda like me. (Inattention is not a good thing.)  I had big plans for tube tops, tattoos and TimeLines. But I’m thinking, in a rather self-indulgent way, that blog 2 will have to wait a tad longer. I’m barely keeping up with this one, the Rag story (been months! since I’ve written a chapter there) and the occaisional poems/lyrics.

I’m coming off an anniversary (Thursday) and as expected, been quite reflective these last 48 hrs… what did I expect…what do I expect…what have I accomplished….what is it I want/need…how do I get it…is there really time or has the card been punched too many times.. Embedded in these thoughts always is a thread of thanks. I cannot weave a single day without the use of it.

Hm. Now that turned out to be a darned good segue into a Ten Things of Thankful list wouldn’t you say? So what do you say? I say let’s start the listation! (as the Creator of the Wakefield Doctrine might call it)

First and foremost! Thanks to Everyone who stopped by my last post and shared. Please forgive me for not getting over to your house (s) yet. I’ve had the best of intentions but it’s been one of those weeks. My Mom always told me: “the road to hell is paved with good intentions“. (now why on earth would my Mom keep telling me that? lol)

Second to none. Being confused! Let me explain –  Monday last was my nephew’s 11th birthday. Thinking he was being taken out for a birthday dinner, I drove by the house after work to drop off his card. Lo and behold, dinner out wasn’t until the next night. So I got to go in, set a spell, watch him blow out his candles and enjoyed a most excellent piece of chocolate cake!

Third time’s a charm. Have I mentioned I have a Kindle? 🙂

Four corners of the Earth. Is how far I feel I’ve commuted this week. It’s been rough. I’ve dubbed this “accident week” on the Beltway. And not just one accident. Doubleheaders! Thankfully, none fatal that I’m aware of but every day this week there have been backups. My thankful? That I wasn’t part of any of these accidents!

Hang Five. I’m thankful for the ability to ratchet up the energy (most times, not always) more times than not. Hm. Ya know….today isn’t one of those times LOL oops!

Sixes and Sevens. Never heard of this phrase. Kinda cool. I will re-state for the record my thanks for being able to access such an enormous reservoir, reserve, repository of information at the mere click of a mouse!

Crazy Eights Since it’s almost Hallowen, I  linked to the trailer for a scary movie. No, it’s not a thankful 🙂 as I’ve not seen it, but it is a reminder of the time of year it is. My most favorite season. Fall.  It’s been pretty awesome so far. I actually had to use the AC in my car 2 days last week! Warm weather at the peak of fall colors is….incredible. Taking my walk break at work under canopies of golden delicious apple leaves mixing with red delicious and orange crush – beautiful. I’m thankful to have such a pretty place to walk.

Nine. I smile at this. It reminds me of my 2 young nephews that I will be seeing later on today. 9 is a movie I bought for them a while back. The younger one really like it. That made me happy. I’m most thankful to be able to enjoy this part of their childhood. There will come a day when hanging with adults won’t be cool.

10-4. I woke up again today. Definitely a good start.

**Thanks to the Eagles for the title to this Post. Be careful with the legal tender my friends. 

This is No Time to Get Edgeitis!

Hey! Speaking of severance packages – I was driving the commute last Thursday afternoon ’round about 4:40 p.m. Sky alight, the few cumulonimbus above showing impressionist dab spatters of grey, I got to thinking. (Of course I did! I’m a clark and I’m driving.) If I’m not singing and seat dancing I must be wandering the old cranial landscape.

I was thinking about something I did a long time ago. Something out of character for me. Something I regretted doing. Haven’t you done something out of sheer hurt and anger? “Lashing out” as defined in Wakefield Doctrine terms is relegated to the personal reality of rogers. I suppose what I did came close, but I can’t be sure. Besides, I’m a clark and rogerian lashing out simply doesn’t exist in my world.

Why this popped into my head today I don’t know. Well, maybe I do. Excuse me a second would you?… Hey! Christine! No, this isn’t….yes, I know I accepted the double dog dare…I told you I can do it…yes, yes it’s coming…really….

Where was I? Yeah, yeah…The thing about clarks? Unlike the propaganda, we are not devoid of emotion. We simply process/express it as the Outsiders that we are. It manifests differently for us. Don’t be fooled! We of the intellect/mind first, can cry buckets with the best of rogers under the right circumstances. I now know that the “awful” thing I did 20 something years ago represented something different to the roger on the receiving end than it did for me. Except 20 something years ago, I wasn’t conscious of that very important piece of information.

Driving a companion highway in my head, I was feeling as if I needed to apologize for sending the Box. Then I asked myself: why did I think it would it make me feel better if I could tell this person I was sorry? Given the circumstances and the relationship, surely, it was within the acceptable boundary of potential reactions.

Then I asked myself: do I really want to look under that bed? Am I prepared for what’s been shoved under there? A catch fucking 22 for clarks, especially those of us who are making a conscious effort to evolve. How do we face the awful parts of ourselves, the seemingly abberrant aspects, and believe there’s any hope whatsoever of enjoying a truly happy and fulfilling life?

[Honest Christine! Didn’t plan on this post coming out. I’m gonna trying hanging with Lila more. She’s one of your people. LOL]

What do you really think? Can I turn this into a TToT? Me too! Hit it baby –

TToT1. I’m grateful I was able to privately thank the man who was an integral part of my timeline jump of 2013 before he left the building Wednesday. For good.

TToT2. Another day. No, I never tire of reminding myself that each day I wake up is another opportunity. Anything can happen. And by that, I mean anything good!

TToT3. In conjunction with #2, I give thanks for the awareness that no matter how bad a situation, it can, and very often does, get worse. I suffer no illusion that “things can only get better”. Who invented that one?

TToT4. Faith. See #3.

TToT5. Get this. I swear this is true and I only wish I’d seen the entire directional shift. Wednesday, I left work at 3:30. I was happily surprised to drive at relativly normal speeds with barely a slowdow out of Maryland and into Virginia. Until that is, I hit Tysons Corner. Electronic highway signs indicated an accident several miles up the road, coincidentally, at the exit I get off at. Yay. As I slowed down, my eyes wandered up and off to the left. There, silently, gracefully was a small flying V of geese headed in my direction. Flying west almost directly overhead. Barely 3 tenths of a mile up the highway I catch something out of the corner of my eye, only this time from the right. There! I watch in total amazement a flying V of geese…headed east! Same group of geese? Did they cross the Beltway and realize they’d taken a wrong turn? Awesome.

TToT6. No rain in a week. Sunshine every day.

TToT7. Practicing doing the scary things, the uncomfortable things. The things that take me out of my comfort zone.

TToT8. Not being forgotten. Or would that be – still being included? 🙂

TToT9. Having at least one person to remind me to HTFU.

TT0T. the Cat. (holy fucking shit. right after I typed “the Cat” I heard geese flying overhead the house. 8:49 am. enough said. this post is done.)

“So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time”

 

 

 

…on the edge of tomorrow…

I’m seated in front of my computer, doolin dalton.  Music soothing the storm that’s brewing like cowboy coffee over an open fire.  Turning ever so slightly I look to my right, then to my left and I can see 180 degrees of grey skies, heavy with the threat of rain, “just biding time”.  And I ask myself, “do I want to leave that peaceful life behind?” 

For now I’m curling up with my music blanket all comfy and co-o-zee cruisin’ the “Tube listening to Willie, Lyle, Emmy…. soaking myself in a tub full of “country”.  Melody and harmony gliding over my skin…. slick with nostalgia.   

Anyone who asks the question “is time travel possible” I say yes, yes it is.  Music is the vehicle,  books are the vehicle.  Both are the finest modes of transplantation possible.  Thank God we have them to take us to new and exciting places, to old and treasured landscape(s), to the as yet unexplored…

While drifting to the edge of yesterday, I reminded myself  how much music (the listening of) is not only a necessity in life but an extremely valuable tool.  It can transport me (Jason doesn’t have a corner on the market) to any level/plane of emotion out there.   The proper music/song/composition can motivate and energize, soothe and calm, soften and sadden.  All the “faces” of life are reflected in music.  Some would argue it is an indulgence to rely on music to relive, revive, renew, reinvent.  Does it matter that I disagree? Nah…..If I need a boost there is always “someone” to grab me and kick my butt in gear, if I want to waft away in a quasi state of reflection, well, there is always “someone” to guide me.  If I need to “drown in my own tears”, damn I have plenty of company.  

Oh, alright.  I’ll get out of the tub.  Hand me that towel while……