Well, it is Purim. This is a fact I discovered on my Yahoo home page. Purim is number 8 at the moment in Yahoo's category called "Trending Now." Number 1 is Chile Earthquake. Number 2 is Tsunami. Purim is a Jewish festival, having to do with the Biblical book of Esther. That is my first random thought.The second random thought is that nowadays I have to watch my typing more than what I used to. In days gone by, my fingers knew if they had made a typographical error. Nowadays I have to use my eyes. Why this is, I do not know. I began to notice this new deficiency after Scooter died. What the one has to do with the other, I cannot guess.
The third is that I have "1 Friend Online" ... and by that I mean on Multiply. If I were to flip over to my MySpace page I would likely find a friend or two online there also. And on Facebook it would not surprise me to find quite a few still online at this late hour (the time being 1:05 a.m. Eastern Standard).
Hmmm, I need a 4th Random Thought. This is not randomly thought about - I am constantly aware of this fact - I do not communicate so very well verbally anymore. I can often not think of a thing to say to anybody. My random thoughts are so empty (if empty is, indeed, the proper word) that I am at a loss for much beyond hello. This phenomena is also since my Scooter died.
Nevertheless: most people do not notice, because I have always been relatively quiet, socially. And furthermore, I am a relatively high-functioning airhead. At the moment my verbosity is being enhanced by 2 or 3 ounces of Mogen David Concord Wine (Kosher, alcohol 11% by volume ... oh my, I am such a lush!) Said wine is intended to put me to sleep, and make me quit thinking about Scott's funeral bill. And yet the thing that I had to write myself a note about, so that I will not FORGET is to tell the funeral home (either voluntarily, or only if they call again ... depending on which thing I later decide would be most appropriate) that SOMEBODY killed Scott with a motor vehicle and that when the police figure out WHO, their auto insurance should pay Scott's final expenses. (Did you know it costs over $4,000 to drive a hearse 50 miles to pick up a body and then deliver it to a donated grave?) The funeral was supposed to be billed to Scott's estate. I am not the executor of Scott's estate. I was Scott's estranged adoptive mother at the time of his death. And I am a compliant person. The medical examiner told me I had to tell them what to do with Scott's body. My pastor worked something out with a local funeral home. Scott's ex-girlfriend was going to handle his estate. She absconded or something. Sigh. If you want to know the truth, I was expecting a living prodigal son to come home and say, "Mom! I've missed you!" Death was never my honest expectation. Sigh.
Random thought 5: youngest son told me tonight to give $33 from him to church for his tithe this week. So I went to mybank.com to transfer $33 from his account to mine, and dang if mybank didn't insist this time that I fill out their "enhanced security questions."
And that is something I have ALWAYS been incompetent at doing. Online security questions always want to know your favorite this or that. I have never, to my knowledge, had favorite this or thats! So first I have to try to figure out what a reasonable answer would be, and then I have to worry forever that I will not remember what my answer was. So of course I have to write down my answers. And then, of course, I will need to remember where I put the list of answers. For which if I were truly to act in character I would make a file entitled "Answers to Security Questions," which, of course, defeats the purpose of security questions.
And I feel inept, when really I am not inept in the slightest; yet I wonder if anybody else on earth finds answering simple security questions challenging.
I recall at a job once-upon-a-time, my boss wanted to hand out plastic bracelets to put your office key on. She came to me, not telling me her true purpose, but only said, "Rani, what is your favorite color?" (Holy crap!!!! I DON'T KNOW!) "Favorite color for WHAT?" I said.
Back when security questions amounted to "What is your mother's maiden name," I was challenged even by that question. My mother's father died when she was 3. So she has gone by 2 last names, both of which I know about. And I have answered that question 2 different ways over the years.
And as to what color was my first car (this year's security question number 2 of 3) well, it had an exotic name (which I can remember, even 30 years after the fact) and of course it has a generic color name. I gave the generic color name as my reply to the bank's security question. Will I be sure to remember that someday (say in 2525) when my bank doubts my true identity? Probably not. I will have to answer, "Uh, it is either 'exotic-name' or 'plain vanilla name.' "
The only security question I knew the definitive answer to was "In what year did you meet your significant other?" At last! A question that requires knowledge of a FACT, not an opinion! I KNEW the answer to that one! (But then, so does everybody else who actually knows me, I think. Well, hopefully, those who would wish to steal my airheaded identity are people who do NOT know me.)
I should probably rephrase the airheaded descriptor. People do not generally consider me airheaded. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being airhead and 10 being geek, I am probably scored by those who know me as 11.
What I am, according to my husband, is, well, literal. (Is that a fault? I try to say what I mean, and I anticipate others doing so as well. Except for when I am trying to tease somewhat, because people like to tease somewhat, and even I can do so once a month or so. Well maybe it is only 4 times a year. But hey! I can make people laugh with my wee jokes. 4 times a year, anyway.)
Random thought #6: The Mogen David is working! I think that I shall go to sleep if I try again now.
Random thought #7: With only 2 friends online, it is not likely I will get much feedback from my random thoughts tonight. Oh well. It is Purim. There's an awful lot of grace in Purim, even though Esther never mentions God. Funny how that works, eh? Oh, BTW, the photo attached to this blog is Scooter, in his teens. When he was still my son. He left home to go to his homecoming dance when he was a junior in high school, and never did come home until he died, at the age of 31. Prodigals, beware.
