Three Things

Here we are, right smack dab in the middle of another Thursday. The weeks seem to be whizzing by, all a blur.  Anyway, Thursday is the day of the week where I encourage everyone to share three random thoughts. On any given day most everything written here is unintentionally random, so I love Thursdays because I actually have permission from myself to be completely, intentionally random.

That last sentence was brought to you courtesy of the month of February, when the previous several months of sunlight deprivation have taken their cumulative toll on my brain.

Let's begin.  

1. That throwing up sickness is goin' around.  Evidently it's not just the 24-hour thing. This Mutant Virus causes at least three days of flat-on-your-back-want-to-die conditions. Thus far the Chesapeake Bay Family has managed to evade Mutant Virus.  But yesterday afternoon at Chesapeake Bay Daughter's basketball game, I swear I saw the germs leap from a woman's mouth right up my nostrils as she was telling me that she'd just recovered from the Three Days of I Just Want To Die syndrome.  Then Daughter and I attended a meeting in an auditorium jam packed with germ-spreading parents, including the one mother sitting in front of me who sneezed with reckless abandon during the entire presentation.

(In her older age, CBW has become enamored with the phrase "reckless abandon" a bit of a hypochondriac, which intensifies her innate ability to see germs.  Mind you, she's definitely not OCD and doesn't walk around slathering herself in hand sanitizer.  She actually hates hand sanitizer and proudly declines it whenever the OCD people she works with offer it to her. She's just a little paranoid, especially when she suddenly has a headache as she writes about all these virus and germ showers she's just been exposed to.)

2. The meeting CB Daughter and I attended was an orientation for Mathews High School.  Next year I will be the mother of two teenagers in high school.  How did this happen?  My youngest will be in high school next year? Also, when did high school become so complicated?  There are four different types of diplomas, and who knows how many electives, and decisions that need to be made by next week.  I remember having to choose one elective and everything else was decided for me.

2b. By the way, one of those years my elective was typing.  Back in the days when it was called typing not keyboarding.  (The keyboard pertained to piano lessons.) The days when there were no computers at all, just typewriters.  Mrs. McMullen, my teacher, gave me a life skill that came in ever so handy with the advent of technology. Thank you, Mrs. McMullen.

3. Yesterday Chesapeake Bay Son started track practice, led by my friend Coach Forrest.  Exactly thirty years ago this spring I was preparing for the final track season of my high school career.  Track was my passion.  Although CB Son has run fall cross country the past two years, this will be his first time participating in spring track, which is a whole other world. I cannot wait.

Now it's your turn. Please share three--or more--thoughts, whatever happens to be on your mind. Today you have permission to let your mind wander freely, unencumbered.