Monthly Archives: February 2009

Apropos of nothing…

First of all, I Iove the title of this post. “Apropos of nothing” is one of my favorite phrases, even though, as you know, I’m not a huge fan of making lists of favorites. It’s actually part of a song lyric. I’ll give you bonus points if you can name the song. No fair googling (although that’s what I would have already done before I even made it to this sentence). 

Second of all, I miss conversations that are apropos of nothing. Lately it seems like everything is about something. And that something is being chroncicled ad nauseum (Considering the past few days, that may have been a poor choice of words.) on my dad’s CaringBridge site so I really don’t want to spend a lot of time talking it about it here.  This is supposed to be my happy place. I miss it here. But quite honestly, Snoodlings has been a luxury I can’t really afford right now.  I don’t want this to be the place where I talk about how I feel about what’s going on with my family through my dad’s illness. However, I have thought about starting a new anonymous blog called “Things You Just Can’t Say In Your Dad’s CaringBridge Journal” (of course, now I couldn’t call it that because I’ve told all 3 of my loyal readers the name!). I’d invite Meredith, Jeff, Will, Jennifer, and some of my other friends who have family members fighting cancer to join the conversation and we’d discuss things like “Why Telling Me I Look Tired Is Not Helpful OR a Blessing” and “What’s With the Head Tilt When You Ask Me How My Dad Is?” Anyway, I don’t want to do that here. I want to talk about everything that is apropos of nothing.

But lately I’ve been in a little bit of a funk. I’m not in “the depths of despair” (to quote my good friend Anne Shirley Blythe). I’m not really blue. I think I’m a light shade of gray, or grey, whichever you prefer. Gray/grey really washes me out so I really should move on to a good shade of pink as soon as possible. I’ll work on it.

Third of all, speaking of apropos of nothing, have you seen this commercial?

What mother in her right mind allows her children to eat oatmeal in the car? That’s really all I have to say about that.

Fourth of all, I agree with my daughter, The Princess. Numbering the points of your conversation is fun.

Fifth of all, I’ve really missed you and I hope I can come back sooner rather than later.



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