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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6 responses to “Apropos of nothing…

  1. carpoolqueen

    Is it Sheryl Crow? I didn’t google, and I hesitate to even guess, but since I’m a loyal reader, I wanted to play…and who couldn’t use a bonus point or two?

    And I prefer “grey” since I had a British spelling teacher and that’s how she taught me, which was fine until I came to the US and was asked to spell it on a test and it’s the one word that was marked as incorrect. Can you spell r-i-g-h-t-e-o-u-s i-n-d-i-g-n-a-t-i-o-n?

    Re: oatmeal. If you have time to MAKE oatmeal, you have time to sit at the table and eat it. That commercial was obviously written by a single, childless man.

    At some point we need to have a meaningful conversation about whether I should let my hair grow long again.

  2. Rebecca

    As a loyal reader I’m so glad you posted on here. 🙂 You’re on my google reader and it’s been looking a little sad…

    I don’t know the name of the song and since I’m not allowed to google…

  3. Katherine (Katie)

    Apropos of Nothing…..From Cheryl Crow’s All I Wanna Do. Only know that because I do so love that song.

    Grey is a color that everyone wears once in a while. I hope you get some pink in your world soon.

    As for the oatmeal commercial, I have watched that one several times on TV and know that those are parents must either buy new vehicles every so often OR the kids are extremely neat. My kids aren’t allowed to eat much of anything in my vehicles and the youngest of my brood is 11.

    You, your family, and your dad are in my everyday prayers.

    An friend from long ago.

  4. I’m afraid I’m musically illiterate. I miss you though. I’m going RIGHT NOW to read your dad’s caring bridge pages…and surely there is a way to subscribe, right?

    Oh…and if you do start that blog, please invite me. I need a place like that myself.

  5. Lori Motl

    Oatmeal in the car? Seriously? I cannot even comment on that.

    I know what you mean about being grey. I wear grey periodically. Did it a lot when my dad was sick. (I think a blog just for the things you can’t say is a great idea!). I’m sending you pink thoughts, wishes and prayers. It is your color and I hope you have it back soon!

  6. whimzie

    Sus, how long are we talking?

    Rebecca, I’m in someone’s google reader? That’s kind of cool!

    Katie Katherine (that’s my compromise name for you), you and carpoolqueen are right! Thanks for the prayers.

    Mer, I’m going to let the fact that you’re musically illiterate slide because I like having you as my friend.

    Lori, thanks for the pink (and green? 🙂 ) thoughts. You know I love you, right?

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