Life-affirmation and Stepping on Nails

There’s something life-affirming about stepping on a nail. Something that transcends mere pain and transports you to a place where you become aware of every molecule bubbling in your veins. It’s the same sensation you get after jumping naked into a freezing lake, snorting a jalapeo, or electrocuting yourself in regions of your body that are better left unsaid. It can’t be a little nail — not some puny finish nail that looks like a shiny pine needle. It has to be a big one. A thick one the size of a carrot. A spiral one. And it has to be firmly planted into a block of wood, jutting up straight with a malicious smile on its face. No wobble or give. And no odd angle upon entry to blunt the full experience, and the pain. It can’t be a wimpy little half-step, either. The kind where you stop at the first tingle in your toes, then pull back in relief. The full experience means full entry. It means stepping all the way down. Getting to know every exposed millimeter of that monster. Anything else just doesn’t count. I’ve been demolishing a large part of my house as we prepare for a new addition that will attach to the back and give us new room to expand our ever-increasing piles of crap. My contractor decided he would take time off in January to go snowboarding, and not wanting to wait for him to get back, I decided I would start […]

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Thanks But No Thanks, Old Man Winter

Say, old man winter, do you mind showing yourself to the door? Can we offer you a bus ticket to Toledo or Topeka? Have you visited sunny Aruba this time of year? We hear it’s fabulous. I know that you haven’t even officially begun your trek down here to Florida. The way it’s been, it was looking like we wouldn’t see you at all. And that was fine with me. I’m good with the 80-degree Christmases and the fact that blooming flowers are already coughing up pollen all over our cars. I’ve been spoiled — we’ve all been, and we’re not ready for your annual onslaught. So can you just forego us a year? As we face the harshest, coldest, most bitter weather we’ve seen, I’m concerned not all of us will make it. Some might just pick up and move to Guatemala or someplace where it’s 85 degrees this time of year and you can get a suntan that resembles crispy bacon.

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Oh No! Vacation is Over and It’s Back to Work

Well, I’m convinced retirement is the way to go. Or at least if it’s anything like the way I spent the last two weeks or so I had off for the Christmas holiday. It’s pronounced “no work.” No thinking about work. No answering e-mail. No job-related to-do lists. No idea if gremlins were having a big party in my office and using my computer to buy used lingerie off e-Bay. Don’t know, don’t care, I’m at home in loungewear. I could get used to this retirement thing … if only I knew how to do it properly, by which I mean long term and permanently. Anyone have thoughts on how a 35-year-old with retirement accounts that wouldn’t support a band of squirrels could manage it? Aside from joining the mob or selling lucrative organs on the black market, of course. It was such a relaxing time, even with family dropping in, friends stopping by, the holidays, a 3-year-old’s birthday and a dog who assumed me being home all day meant I should spend the whole time walking her. I would wake early in the morning before anyone was up, grab as many newspapers as I could get my hands on, make some Cuban coffee, and then prop my feet up for a little quality reading time. It would only last about 32 seconds before the dog would scratch at the door asking to be let out (nice timing, dog!). But it was an amazing 32 seconds.

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The Great Christmas Toy Assembly

Inflating. Screwing. Hammering. Snapping. Twisting. Cursing. Snipping. Re-snapping. Re-re-snapping. Undoing. Taping. Duct-taping. Copious cursing. Bleeding. Band Aid-ing. Measuring. Reading. Misunderstanding. Re-reading. Throwing. Holding. Stretching. Gluing. Pulling. Peeling. Sticking. Injecting. Injecting? Tweezing. Squeezing. Re-sizing. More screwing. Flipping. Turning. Painting. Exhausting. Infuriating. Overwhelming. Brain-mush-erating. Me percolating. Finally (sigh) rest. So went the march of the toys at my house this Christmas. Or should I say the toy assembly. I spent a lot of time assembling, and I mean A LOT. I must admit, it was fun. But also draining.

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