Did you ever have one of those days? Well I have. Just had two, TWO, of them in a row! One of those days, for me, is a blah day, not a bad day, but a day where I am uninspired and just can’t get going. I think the reason today was blah was that Hubby woke me up when he came to bed at 3:30 a.m. last night and asked me if I had set the alarm for 6 so we could have him to the airport by 7:30 a.m. Translated, that means he had not set the alarm and wanted nearly unconscious me to set the alarm on my side of the bed. That alarm is a new one that charges my iPod and does all sorts of things supposedly, but I’d had it for only one day and I only figured out how to set the time and nothing more on it. By the time, I’d realized he’d set me up, and I’d had the whole, “I’m not setting an alarm, if he misses his plane it is his own fault” conversation in my head closely followed by the “but then I’d have to deal with a pissed off Hubby” conversation. By that time I was punching in stuff on my phone when I realized the time on my phone was an hour early. So I had to reset the time, and then set the alarm and double check it to make sure it was set. By that time I was awake. By the time I got back to sleep, I was only able to get one more hour of sleep. Grrrr. Then I got up and made coffee and drove him to the airport.
I was off schedule and out of sorts all day. I just couldn’t get a blog post to appear on the screen. And the day before the post was excruciatingly difficult to put together. I wrote three totally different posts before I got one that was half way coherent. I still haven’t gone back and put in some links I forgot to link.
Today I knew the post was supposed to be K for Kindred Spirits, but I kept getting off track. I started thinking about how my mom loved Anne of Green Gables book series, and I fell in love with Anne as played by Megan Follows in the mid-eighties, though I did not watch them until a couple years later, soon after my father died. And then I ended up thinking about using worn fabric being recycled into rag rugs, because I was thinking about some rugs I’d had woven from some of Dad’s overalls for my apartment between undergrad and grad school. Then I ended up on Amazon looking at books about weaving rag rugs, which I do not do, out of some type of nostalgia for the depression era home crafts that surrounded me as I grew up. And I still did not have a blog post on kindred spirits. The phrase is one of the signature overly dramatic lines of Anne . Whenever I hear the phrase kindred spirits I think first of Anne and then of the general meaning.
The day before yesterday comments on my post either mentioned or alluded to the phrase. One person suggested she and I were Kindred Spirits and another person commented on a different post about how women do use the interwebs for validation of self by distant others to whom one has no real connection but as people who think similarly and offer a needed validation. So this post was supposed to be about finding digitally distant kindred. I think this is one of the important relationships that we attempt to find and define via the web. But is late and I am over 650 words so I think this rambling blather will have to suffice for a post today because I have to think about what to do for a post on Luck for tomorrow, Friday the 13th.