Laurie Wajda Unplugged

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kickin’ down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovyyyy.
~ Simon and Garfinkel

I started to write this in my head last Saturday. Why? I knew you’d ask. You never disappoint.

First, as I was taking a shower, three kids knocked on the bathroom door, three separate times and refused to go away until I answered questions like, “Where’s my left shoe?”, “Do I have any clean underwear?”, and “How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” Next, my husband opened the door to see if I “minded” that he fix something in the bathroom while I was in there.

And the kicker? I had already brought in a bottle of “Zout” and a sponge with me so I could get two things done at the same time. Namely, cleaning myself and the shower (not necessarily in that order.)   Now I ask you, what’s wrong with that picture?  Two words… No balance.

I have absolutely no balance in my life. With four kids, a cat, a dog, and a man-child, eight soccer practices a week, three soccer games, two swim practices and sometimes up to three swim meets in the same, and – whew! I have carpel tunnel even thinking about writing it. I’m not complaining, because I love having no life and living what little I have through my children… Did you get that hint of martyrdom there? But really, the more I thought about it, the more I realized — no balance is not a good thing. It’s really not so groovy, if you know what I mean.

And, as one thought always leads to another, this made me think of my FB friend Margarete Cassalina. She is always doing something groovy. I swear, I live my life vicariously through this woman – always somewhere, always doing something. But most of all, always grounded, balanced, I’d venture to say, wise.  And, always fighting the good fight.  She’s somewhat my hero.

I’ve written about Margarete before. She lost her daughter to Cystic Fibrosis. Even when I think of it, I cry. I didn’t know her daughter, barely know Margarete, but as I see it, no one should have to go through that. And if you’ve read me, you know her son has it too.

Now, I always try to have a point. And I would have had one, but I got lost in a myriad of thoughts, and, well, here we are. So this week, I have more of an observation, and a special request. First the observation… I know I need balance. I know I should get out more, do more, have real friends instead of just ones I stalk on Facebook – ha ha. But I don’t. And right now, that’s just the way it is. The end.

Now the request, and back to Margarete, my hero, and her friend Michael, also on my list of the unsung…

On October 27th, from 6pm to 8:30, Mike put together a fundraiser for CF, Cystic Fibrosis. It’s in the Palace Theatre in Stamford, CT. It’s called The Stamford Wine Opener and will benefit the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. If you look up Michael Mulally on Facebook, or go to the fan page by clicking here, you can find out more about it. Good wine, good food, good friends. And if you join the party, you can support a great cause and make some new friends yourself. My request? Your presence.

It’s all to make C.F. stand for Cure Found. Now although I’m clever, I didn’t come up with that one. But I like it. Even if you don’t know anyone, or have ever known anyone with CF, please come help Mike and Margarete fight the good fight. Go on, get out. Have fun. Add some balance to your life.

And as for balance… Me? No balance. Margarete, completely balanced. And then there’s Mike, a little unbalanced, but we love him anyway. : )

So if you’re in Connecticut on the 27th of October, come on over and join us in Stamford at the Palace Theatre from 6pm – 8:30, and then some. It will be groovy. And if you can’t make it, just donate to the Cure Found Foundation. It will make you feel good.

“Life, I love you,
All is grooovyyyyyy…”

That’s it for now.

Deuces,
Laurie

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