Stern lectures for the logically-challenged. Others have opinions, I have convictions.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
My Life In A Box
Believe it or not, I'm still unpacking. Every once in awhile, I make my way into a nook and find a puddle of dried cat puke. Not a problem. I've found that if I wait for it to dry, the vacuum will take it right up. And if that doesn't work, my Bissell Spot Bot will take care of the rest.
Anyway, Thursday I came across a box containing my medals, ribbons, framed commendations and training certificates. Twenty-four years of my life is stored in one cardboard box. I have no idea what to do with that stuff. I remember feeling pride and a sense of accomplishment every time I was recognized for an achievement. But, those things are meaningless now. I suppose I could turn my apartment into a military museum, but who'd see it, my cats?
I guess it will go under my bed so it won't take up closet space. It will be a problem for my heirs to solve. They won't be as hesitant to toss it as I am. Funny how your priorities change as you move through life. That reminds me. I have to have a new Will made.
Thanksgiving is less than two months away. It falls on my day off this year, so I won't be expected to cook something fancy for work. I remember one year, I made a complete turkey dinner. My boss contributed a little jar of gravy. He probably picked it up on his way to work. He's retired. I'm glad.
I just might make it through this year without anything soul-crushingly bad happening to me. Except for the loss of Chito, my year has been fairly good. Everything is paid off and I actually have money in the bank. If it weren't for the government, I'd have 10 times as much.
Got a bombing in Afghanistan. Gots to go. Thanks for listening. If you did.
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6 comments:
Do any of your relatives know you have such a great blog? It would be a shame if not one read it daily as I do. Keep it up! With regards to the cat puke, ya, that happens in my house too. I never had this problem when I didn't have a cat. It really brings a whole new meaning to life. I just haven't figured out what it is though. The cat does prefer my lap over my girls and my wife's. I really don't know why as I'm not always in the mood to be layed on.
Do you have an office at work? I think I'd frame the medals and ribbons in a shadowbox and hang it, along with the commendations in my office just to annoy my lib co-workers. I might frame a few of the training certificates, too. Pick the ones most likely to serve as a warning to said lib co-workers not to mess with you. Got anything in special ops that'll scare 'em?? ;)
I was going to say the same thing as FrenziedFeline. Hang'em up. Actually if I don't frame and hang it I don't keep it. Life is also too short to store everything til we die. Funny how you forget it all happened if you don't see it.
I used to make fun of my mom saving absolutely everything and covering the halls in trophies and pictures of 3 boys and me but now when I go home I realize you don't remember you had a wonderful life unless you see it all up like that.
To say the least...your life has and is interesting. I see a wall of fame in your house somewhere.
Nope. I work in a big newsroom -- just like in the Superman movies. The desks are used by three shifts. And even then, i never know which desk I'll be sitting at until I'm assigned to a region. Lately, I've been doing South Asia and Middle East a lot because I'm the fastest writer in the room and that comes in handy when people are doing cruel and stupid things to each other. Only liberals are promoted to office jobs.
I can scare people with my face. Although a Tibetan monk told me awhile back that I have a very kind face, I've made Marines cry with just a glare. When I was an instructor, I managed to get the command presence look down to a science. When I walked into a room, students tended to sit up just a little straighter. I don't do that now because I don't want to look like a jerk and people are already afraid of me. Mention that you're career military and liberals think you're a psycho killer. I'll just let them live with that delusion.
I'm always in the mood to be laid on -- by my cats. When I'm not in the mood is when a purring cat will do the most good. I keep brushing sessions down to five minutes, but my little calico Ginger has figured out that all she has to do is walk away for about 10 minutes and she can come back for another one. I've brushed enough hair off her to make a three-piece suit -- with two pairs of pants.
Oh, and one of my sisters said she reads this blog from time to time. But since she's a devout liberal, a lot of the things I write make her uncomfortable. I would think that since she's probably the most intelligent of my kin that I'd have converted her by now. But so far, no progress. Maybe I'm afraid to argue with her.
LR. I think you should keep your medals and certificates. You may not see them as particuarly important, but after you're gone they will mean a great deal to your heirs. They are part of what shaped you as a person. Your heirs will look at those remembrances of your life and fond memories will come flooding back like a good snort of scotch.
If you have no heirs, will them to me. It would make me proud to say, I (kind of) knew him. He was a great American and a good friend.
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