Cryin Crazy Amazacrazy

'wonderful.' The word has almost completely lost its meaning. We sort of use it as a synonym for 'good' or 'great.' In the tv shows, I would throw it in the script when a house didn't warrant a more special description such as 'majestic' or 'stately.'

I just watched Big Fish. Friends, this is what a movie should be. Many words and images are swirling through my mind - but the one that stands out is 'wonderful.'

What sounds so ordinary and mundane is really a quite thought provoking word. Shall we examine its meaning. Logically if something is wonderful (such as Big Fish) it is full of wonder. Good ole Merriam Webster online informs us that wonder is etymologically rooted in Old English and High German and offers the following definitions:

* a cause of astonishment or admiration

* the quality of exciting amazed admiration

and perhaps the best one:
* rapt attention or astonishment at something awesomely mysterious or new to one's experience.

Big Fish. all that and more.

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in other news. I've been so emotional over the past few days. Every minute has been all at once cerebral and spiritual - profoundly moving. perhaps - life altering

and I'm so exhuasted, making the wonders all the more overwhelming and intense.

did somebody say cheese?

mmmmmmm, G&T (x 4), attempted dancing, more than 5 mins of happiness - a fleeting glimpse at what life should be like....

dare I say - - ?

zang.

Almeida to CTU. We are going in. I repeat - Mission Clean The Kitchen is a go.

So....we decided it was time to clean the kitchen today.

We haven't cleaned a single thing in the kitchen since sometime in early March. All was fine until the weather started to heat up this week. A few days ago, I started to notice a few (*cough* dozen *cough*) flies. I don't own any bug spray, nor would I want to spray it on my dishes. So I squirted Dr. Bronner's Eucalyptus Soap all over everything last night and that seemed to vanquish some of them.

Tonight is the first night we would both be home. Earlier in the week when I noticed the flies, I stopped going in the kitchen and informed Dave that I wasn't touching a thing w/out him. After he got home from work, it was time to prep our mission.

1. Draw up plans for fly evacuation

2. Don a hazmat suit.

3. What? we don't own a hazmat suit? okay, make a hazmat suit out of:
A.) 2 pairs of rubber gloves
B.) a garbage bag w/ a hole cut in it
C.) a hat to keep said garbage bag on my head
D.) my safety glasses that I use at the range.


And then it was time.

The first part of our mission invovled installing a complex 2 part system to quickly and accurately remove the flies from the premises. My plan involved opening the window and screen, setting up a fan and...blowing the flies out the window. The flies that did not respond to Operation Blast Of Air would be neutralised by a lethal mist of spray cleaner.

Once we were confident Operation Blast Of Air was a reasonable success, I stepped in to launch Operation Clean The Nastiness Out Of The Sink while Dave implented Operation Scrape The Crap Off Of The Dishes.

The first phase of attacks have been completed. We loaded and started the dishwasher. Then decided to take a break and watch another episode of 24 on dvd.

Here's me in full disaster mode. Note the fan which seemed to be a success. The walky talky however, was just for effect. Click on the picture for a bigger image.

It Hit Me Today...

So I haven't posted in a week - I'm sorry I neglected you, oh faithful readers. Do I have an excuse? Yes, plenty of them. For days, I've been on the phone or on the road. I hate it.

My current life is coming to a close.
The shows are wrapping up. The curtain is closing on the church. I haven't been sad. Since my attention span is itty bitty, I'm looking forward to moving on. However, my financial resources are screaming at me to begin running amuck in terror. If I don't get a new gig by the end of the month, then I just may say "screw it" and move to LA to live in the back of a VW bus and eat peanut butter sandwiches for 3 square meals a day.

But, a small glimmer of sentiment hit me hard today.
I didn't feel any remorse for the houses until I started wiping my hard drive clean. Now, in a small, small way...I will miss the arched doorways and dental moldings; the decorative porticos and eyebrow windows; the gourmet kitchen and garden tubs; the suburban split levels, and the downtown art decos. Perhaps I will miss the rare stick style and queen anne victorians most. The houses...they spoke to me. And I would tell their stories, like a psychic ghost interpreter - relaying the voice of a long dead past.

Okay - I'm not psycho. The above reflection is largely tongue in cheek! But alas, I will mourn silently for a short time.

Want to see me really sad? Wait until I sing my last mass at Saint Joe's. Not only will I miss the dear, sweet folks in the parish. My bank account will sorely miss the income!

Now, I'm trying to break back into accounting and finance. And the whole industry seems to be saying to me: "You traitor, you left us for 10 months. Why should we take you back?"


And I think to myself "What a wonderful world."