Musings of This, That and Other Things.

At times there are names that pop up in my memory, people from my long ago/not so long ago past. Sometimes it's triggered by a deja-vu, others by a smell, or a random thought dug by my sub-consciousness? Who knows.. On the whole, I can manage to find out a thing or two about that person, directly or indirectly. There is one that has eluded me since high school graduation. 

I've thought of Andy on and off through the years. No, not an old boyfriend, not anything like that, but he was special to me. No matter who I ask, they've not heard a whisper about him, from him. 

I do hope you are well, Andy P and life was/is kind to you. I hope you still walk among us.

Ok so what can a body do but laugh.. I was driving down main street of my little town, AT a respectable speed no less.. I know, right? Different. But it is winter and I do respect winter driving because of cases like this;

Two old biddies decide they are going to cross the road RIGHTNOW with their bags and canes just flying. People? I'm almost on top of them. 

I lock the brakes and sure here I go, sliding on slush with my ass end going sideways. I have to avoid those two old crows, look in my back view to see if I'm going to be rear ended and try to miss the oncoming traffic and/or parked cars.  Give me points for a quick reaction in my desperate attempt to not run them over. And what do I get? 

I get them giving me the ol' stink eye, mouths just yappin' away at my direction. 

Ladies? Haul ass before I decide to slap this bitch in park and vacate my vehicle to shove your asses across the street. 

What can you do but laugh. Cantankerous old biddies, you got lucky.. this time.

I'm in trouble. Again. Every. Damn. January. Friggen flippin' S.A.D. I can feel myself tripping into it's slippery miserable grips. It comes for me every year, rotten disorder. Doesn't it know I have SO much better things to do with my time,my emotions than having them tampered and toyed with? I just don't have time for it's bullshit. Yet every January, it comes back, forces me to play with it. Dangerous grounds. I'm sick, sore and tired of it. 

Part of the cure experts advise is exercise or take a trip to a warm sunny place. Next week I'm all over the first one, I'm so hooped for the second. 

Shitpissf*ck. Argh I.Hate. January. (throw in February while you're at it, that one's a misery as well) 

Wine. 

Yummy sanity saving alcoholic beverage. Having a glass as I type. Chasing the lump of pathetic emotional January bullshit down my throat. Slainte and screw you S.A.D. ( or at least as long as this 1/2 glass of wine lasts. I'll takes what I can get anyway it comes.

Slush/melting snow with tons of windshield washer fluid today, minus 40 with the windchill a week from now. Only in Canada, Eh. 

I'm pretty sure hubby and I stayed in a B&B room that was already occupied, by the kind you can't see. hmm it was entertaining. I'll blog about it soon. 

What about you, my bloggy pals, what are your musings today?