Can you see what I'm saying?

aren't you glad you used Dial?

I just scrubbed my face clean with a bar of Dial, purchased from Meijer on Jackson Road in Ann Arbor.  Everything feels right and clean, and when I close my eyes the scent is transporting me to Tacoma and Renton and camp and Earhart Road and Wagner Road and that cabin in Acme and 6th street and summer and graduation and those showers in the Burnhams and curling in my bathtub until the water ran cold and asparagus. 

Amazing the range of emotions you get with a simple bar of soap.

ground control to Major Tom

I've been spending more and more time going out and doing things and seeing people than I have ever before, and I think I'm starting to realize that time is not never-ending.  Weird realization to make, that your life really is passing before your eyes.  Time to get to it.

What I'd really like is someone to appreciate my cooking, and my cleaning, and all the things I have to offer.  I never thought I'd get more gratification from work than from outside of work.  I want that balance - I want to be appreciated for what I have to offer.

So I've started making things for myself.  I'm trying new recipes for one, instead of making larger meals to feed more than just myself.  Trips to the farmer's market will be a regular thing for me now, and I'm excited about thinking of new things to try and then picking them up on the cheap.  I've started reading again, and am currently trying to wrap my head around Stephen Hawking's writing and his string theory and origins of the universe.  God and science are not mutually exclusive.  It's amazing.

I can't help that I'm empathetic, and I'm sick and tired of making excuses for being so.  When I saw this cartoon, I empathized with the Spirit Rover so much.  I know it's cheesy.

I don't think any of us want to be forgotten after we've done everything we can think of to be the best we can and do a good job and be noticed, just to be left alone.  I don't want that.  I'm not sure it's rational, but I'm afraid of ending up like the Spirit Rover.

There's a big decision on the horizon, and I'm still in the process of making it; but the last thing I want is to be left on the landscape of Mars.  Lots to think about.