The Beat Goes On

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep going faster all the time
Bums still cry “hey buddy, have you got a dime” Sonny & Cher

Took a night off and went with a girlfriend to see the band Little Feat. I had to make myself go. Didn’t want to. I wanted to stay home isolating and obsessing about my grandson. I’m glad I did now. We had a blast and I would have felt like crap backing out on my friend. This outing was on her bucket list.

Mr. Husband and grandson made it through one evening without me. Imagine that. Have to keep reminding myself that I’m not the master of the universe. It just rocks on without my interference and meddling. Probably better. When I got home they were both in bed and the house hadn’t burned down. Saints be praised!

I need to jump back in the pool of life now. Hiding in my bedroom isn’t doing me any good. I start looking like a mushroom on a bad hair day. That’s always been my weakness. Maybe I was a gangster in another life? When I get stressed out I “go to the mattress.” Probably not the same as the guys in the Godfather movie did it.

Feed like I’m swimming through molasses, everything is in slow motion. One day seems a week-long.

It’s not helping that Mr. Husband and his mother are locked in a control freaking sumo death match. She is using the contractor that we used and is remodeling her bathroom. She calls 15 times a day in a tizzy. She asks for Mr. Husband for advice, he gives it and then they argue about it. SUCKER! I find screaming, yelling and condescending tones of voice extremely upsetting. I’m trying to stay out of it as much as possible.

My Ipod headphones died along with every other scrap of tech gear on the train trip back in may. Going to replace those today and plug them in when the caller ID shows that hub-man’s Mama-san is calling.

6 responses

  1. Nostalgia is the order of the day, right?

    1. Nostalgia is a good thing 🙂 Been having a lot of it lately. Grandson is trying to get me to like rap. I gave it a shot for about 5 minutes and changed back to my “New Wave” channel on the satellite radio. Well it was new in the 70’s! good enough for me 😛

  2. I think you are selling yourself short when you say you are not the master of the universe….through my reading of your blog it sounds like it to me. I am so glad you went out with your girlfriend! We had the same situation with my sister and it really came down to she had to do the work and put the time in and was only able to do it when she was ready. As much as I tried to fix everything, it wasn’t mine to fix and it was a terrible feeling. Taking care of yourself and being happy and hoping it will work out is the best medicine….hope is a very important thing!

    1. Thank you Countess. Hope is a great healer of worry. Sometimes I loose track of it in the day to day living with this man/boy. Everyday is new adventure.

  3. Go to the hairdresser. Works evey time for me!

    1. LOL I’ve been to the hairdresser so many times that I’m running out of hair. Maybe a trip to the salon for a mani/pedi is in order 🙂

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