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Saturday, April 23, 2005

The highs and lows of adulthood

Boy, I've been hit with a few highs and lows lately. Luckily none of the lows are horribly low (although one has the potential to be). Here's a breakdown:

Low: Found out that my minivan needs a new catalytic converter. This is the last big repair I will make. Last year it was the transmission. Two years before that, a head gasket. It will be sold once it's fixed. 108,000 miles. Not bad for a 95 Ford Windstar. Any takers?

High: I successfully transplanted several blue irises from my mother's perennial garden into my front yard. None of them appear to be suffering any major ill effects. I cannot wait for them to bloom. They will be a beautiful accent around my maple tree.

Low: Spent 3 hours of my afternoon unclogging the kitchen sinks. Whoever invented the plunger was a genius. Unfortunately it didn't work until after the 2nd bottle of Drano Max Gel. Now my hands smell of chemicals.

High: Spent 2 hours shopping around the local Kmart & Walmart to find and buy Sunfish her first bike. She then spent about a hour in the kitchen with it learning how to get on and off and use the brakes and steering. Only slight damage to one wall near the fridge.

Low: Found out today that my Mom's best friend of over 25 years (and a big influence on both my and my children's lives) is in her last days of fighting CHF and now kidney failure. The world is about to lose a great and brilliant woman. She taught me that you can find enough strength to overcome your most paralyzing fears. She taught my kids how to make origami roses and to never judge a book by it's cover.

High: Had a blast with Sunfish in the parking lot of the local supermarket splashing around the puddles in the midst of a downpour.

I love my life. I'm getting more comfortable with the world around me and am making efforts to improve those areas that still need tweaking. But still there are those days that I want to jump up and down and screech like a brat throwing a tantrum at the unfairness. Afterall, as I am fond of saying... I never signed up for this "grown-up" thing.

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