Windows to the Soul

I was in a meeting yesterday with a co-work. I was looking into his face to make sure I understood what he was trying to tell me. As I watched him studiously, I was startled by one blue eye, one brown eye. I quickly looked away, down at my papers, suddenly embarrassed. Then I snapped up to look him in the face again, embarrassed by being embarrassed. How had I missed this. I've only been working here four months now and I haven't had much interaction with this person but I can't believe I never noticed.

Later I told his admin. that I had never notice his eyes before. She was totally unaware of this unusuality in her boss. Now, for the record, she has only been working over there for two months. I asked the payroll person and she said when she noticed she just looked at him and said "Do you really have one blue eye and one brown eye?" Like he was playing a joke on her. Let me just say that he is probably late 50's and as cowboy as they come here in the south. Its unlikely that he is wearing one contact lens for shock value. (This is something Big princess wants to try.)

Why don't people notice other people's eye color? If a person's eyes are the window of his soul, why don't we want to see their soul? Are we afraid of what we might witness in that murky depth?

I once had a doctor(?) at a trade show tell me he could diagnose all ailments by taking a picture of the person's eye. He did a friend's eye and much like a gypsy muttered about this and that. He said something about her fertility. My friend went berserk. "I haven't told anyone that we've been trying to have another baby. Its been months and I'm still not pregnant. How did he know?"

I let him take a picture of my eye. He didn't have much to tell me. "You should have your thyroid gland checked." Whatever! I had this done about a month earlier and everything was fine. But for the record I have the most beautiful eye! It is this most amazing shade of blue and green rings with gray speckles. I asked if I could have the picture (it was an 8x10 glossy and suitable for framing) and he told me if I made an appointment to see him, he'd be happy to give me the picture. Whatever!

I was going to have my eye framed and put it on the living room wall, it was that good.

Its My Birthday

My own personal holiday! Actually I celebrate for about a week. People ask me how I get to do this. Its easy. I am Queen. I hereby decree my birthday celebration should last approximately one week. Done! All I ask is that my every request be granted immediately. Sunday I asked that my hammock chair be hung in the front yard post haste. Monday I requested that Big princess cut yarn for the tassles on the banket I'm crocheting. Tuesday I requested a foot rub with lotion.

Ok this is all great and my due as Queen, but what's with companies sending me birthday cards. I have received cards from my gyn doctor (yuck), my insurance company (with handwritten note wishing me the best birthday ever and personally signed by the whole office), my Mary Kay lady (offering me 10% off any one item)

The First Thoughts

Is it a birth or just the first chapter? Will this become my baby or my novel? It's probably just my conscience speaking aloud.

Why is it so hard not to lie? My littlest princess is a liar. She hides dirty dishes around the house instead of washing them. Even after being caught and punished, she continues. Isn't it harder to hide them than to just wash them? I currently have no steak knives. She claims to know nothing about it. She lies. In the whole history of the world, parents eventually find the lie out. Maybe not today, or tomorrow but some day...

The BIG princess is not causing me trouble. This is unusual. Its kind of nice not fighting over everything. She has some big decisions to make over the next couple of months. This is probably distracting her from fighting with me. She's afraid of leaving home for college so she is starting to make excuses as to why she can't go to this school or that school. She is making noise about staying here and attending community college. I won't have it. She struggled with her grades for about 1 1/2 years and still managed to pull off a 3.6 gpa. Damn good considering she failed 1 1/2 semesters of math and 1 semester of science.

I understand being afraid. Its a big world out there. God, please don't let her fear cripple her from living her future. Please don't let anyone talk her into a path she doesn't want. And please, Lord, don't let her hate me for making her live her life.