Encircling Continued

Thesaurascoping

Peace and quiet are two words often used together to evoke feelings of calm and serenity. I find that is not the case for myself. When a room is quiet I find nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but my quest to fill my ears with some type of noise. I am unable to focus on anything but annoying sounds like the sink dripping or clock ticking. I am at peace when there is some form of noise in the room. Common creators of white noise for myself are the television or a box fan. I am truly able feel at ease when my ears are not left searching for sounds.

Stress Testing

I find that visiting my grandmother is a mix between a treat and torture. Although her cooking is out of this world, her comments made throughout the day concerning the goings on in my life can leave an impression lasting longer than that slice of apple pie. Our perspectives on the role of women in the household are night and day. When she was a young wife her life was spent catering to her husband through cooking elaborate country meals that she would deliver to the barn herself. The very thought of this turns my stomach. I have two dishes, spaghetti and tacos, that I cook rarely and typically with assistance from my husband. I lead a busy life with work, school, a child, and another on the way that leaves no time for the clanging of pots and pans.