Bite Sized World

Visiting my grandparents last night brings on some simply intricate thoughts.

I love them very much, and their relationship rearranges so many of my firmly placed views that involve love and just the process of aging. 

She wakes up early and reads the local paper. She sips her coffee and smiles as she passes the refrigerator doors that are filled with pictures of her grandchildren, christmas cards, and decade old clippings of their favorite sayings and comics, Family Circus and Snoopy. There is no need to make more coffee, there is plenty for both of them. 

He scruffily stretches as he pulls the sheets unevenly yet crisply to one side of the bed. He knows his effort, not his perfection, is admired. He arranges the pillows the same as how he placed them the morning before and shuffles down the hall to sit next to her for their breakfast. 

She warms the toast and cuts a plate of tomatoes. He fixes his cup of coffee, black in his favorite light blue mug with "#1 Dad" inscribed across the front of it which She set out on the counter for him the night before. 

They are living and breathing within themselves and through each other. They have molded their waking up, their mornings, their routines to compliment one another. As much as they tease and bicker between themselves, they find each other synchronized, yet not in a meticulous, rigid way. They are acts that pull, stretch, strengthen, and weaken their heartstrings. The heart's beat is not her own nor his own, but their own. 

Their hands are are weathered and tired, yet soft and strong. And although wrinkles and creases fill every loose patch of skin, their green eyes light up with joy and love as they tell a corny joke, even if the teller has to repeat it again for the other to hear. They laugh at their age and she always reminds him that it's just a number. 

Getting the mail, taking out the trash, and going to the office have become tasks of the day which are very important to him. She has decided to keep up with the times, so she checks her email and plays some computer games. She bickers a little as she sweeps up the bit of dirt he brought in from watering his garden the day before...

As we grow older, our worlds shrink. The little things become the big things. The big things, the money, the place in society, the chaos, the THINGY things, just seem to melt into the walls. 

Perhaps for us, we have some tranquility to look forward to as we age in time. 

In our world, although it might seem lost, love is still alive. 

Need some extra sauce?

Exams are over!

Hallelujah! I did think, at one point, I was going to die of over exhaustion little sleep and food and eyes popping out of the sockets (because that is a common death in small undiscovered countries). 

So I am home, and by that, I mean HOME where my mama, my heavenly bed, and my comforting memories reside. Tonight, my mom and I went on our usual market spree for the best and brightest organic, granola, leafy green yummies that we health nuts adore right under our Abba Father. As I'm standing in line putting the bags in the cart a lady approaches me asking about my hat I had cleverly put atop my grease ball of a head to cover my obvious couch potato ways of the day; however, the first part of our small talk convo could not have, IN ANY WAY, prepared me for the next half of our lovely, highly non-typical, grocery store chitter chatter. She continued by asking me if I was over 18, and I proudly told her my three week old age of 21 ( I feel REALLY legal these days, don't ask). She shoots back a response saying "Oh, great honey. Here's my card. I'm a romance educator." Smiling and thinking that her job was spent counseling troubled, bickering couples, she contradicted my thoughts and oh so pleasantly elaborated her job title that dealt with, ahem, vibrators, awkward pleasure toys I will not further mention, and other lustful curiosities of human nature the sexologist Dr. Alfred Kinsey is accredited to discovering. It's times like these when I wish a floating mirror would appear, so I could see my eyes grow as big as a bullfrog's as my facial expression instantly gives away my current thought of awe and shock that people, as this woman, continue to evoke and promote daily in my life. Highly needless to say, I was floored as my mom stood near in wonder of what the woman was whispering to me. I could only reply with an "Oh." No pun intended, my friends.  Anyways, her services and knowledge is offered through, as her card read, "Saucy Ladies' Parities." I have never heard of these ladies nor this type of party until tonight. I didn't and still don't know if I should be offended at the fact that she thought I needed some of these objectionable objects, or if I appeared in any way that I needed some spice of that sort in my life. She was nice.

Although I can say "No thank you" to Ms. mam from the grocery market, I can owe her a thanks for an entertaining, car ride home story that my mom, although a bit shocked as I was, enjoyed throughly. 

Hey, who doesn't love learning something new everyday even if it might be a bit saucy. 

Wide-Eyed on Red Eye

It's 3:17 in the morning folks. Along with the multiple cups of coffee and high levels of stress, I'm very much awake. As it is very obvious, I have wandered off the study path in order to achieve awkward tasks of some sort. Library time faded out a while ago, and my attempt to create a study ambiance in my room has not been a complete failure, yet. 

Hope everyone achieves what they hope for on finals.

Anyways, just a short, wish you all the best during your Winter break riddance. 

Safe travels and merry times.

Dead Cold Week

Majority of us are in the library just about every chance we get this week.

So sitting here now in my library of choice, I'm thinking how odd the concept of a library really is. It is this highly controlled environment with every piece of furniture, book, light, shelf, etc. in a meticulously organized, designated area. Basically, everything has structure. Even the librarians seem as though they always belonged at the library. Essentially, it is an escape from reality, or perhaps, it is a place where reality sets in. A sense of balance is consistently achieved when we realize how much collaboration our minds have actually arrived to do. 

When stress saturates us , especially this next week and a half, it is comforting to know that there is an ample amount of serene libraries grounded here on campus to bring us some tranquility to the calamity in our lives as joyous college students.