Glass Houses

I live in a glass house.  I wave at the folks that stare at me often.  Smile and wave.  In my wisened 57 years, I have come to embrace my glass house...the dog pee stains that I couldn't quite scrub out of the carpet, the Spiegel lithographs that I bought when Jim and I were first married that still hang in the great room and both scream, "we're soooo out of date" to anyone who is listening.  I walk around in holey underwear and have been known to wear the same outfit two days in a row on the weekend.

And my mouth.  Oh yes, it does get me into trouble at times but by far you can't come 57 years and think ugly thoughts about others constantly.  Face it, age has humbled me.  The same old woman I laughed at in my twenties, wrinkled, overweight, limping, inappropriately dressed is now me.  But I do try to think of both sides of a situation regardless of the circumstances...to have empathy for all.  And I am loyal to myself and my family and friends always.

The origin of this phrase?  I thought it was from the Bible:  Ha! you dope.  The proverb has been traced back to Geoffrey Chaucer's 'Troilus and Criseyde' (1385). George Herbert wrote in 1651: 'Whose house is of glass, must not throw stones at another.'

I've been in a situation for a long time now that has broken my heart because of everything involved.  I've been accused by many for different reasons of not being on the right side and other statements such as being the highest paid paralegal in Louisiana.  In a nutshell, I'm about to lose my job.  That paralyzed me for months.  I couldn't go forward.  I thought one person held my destiny and lauded it over me for the past year...not a good situation to be in.  Did I mention that I hate lawyers?! (Interrobang indeed.)  Kind of sad to find that in a paralegal.

We just finished putting my son through college and we're loaded with debt and slowly paying it out.  Now is not the time to be jobless.  But I finally faced my fears and started looking for a new job.  It won't be easy but I took that burden out of my closet and taped it up in my glass house for others to see and as a reminder to me not to be scared of others that hold sway over me.

So what next?  Well, Mr. G has these little rocks that he picks up in the lot next door to their house and piles them in a huge pot in the garage.  I'm going to put that pot in the back of my truck and take my sling shot and go visit a couple of glass houses.  I'm a pretty good shot if I do say so myself.  I said I was honest and loyal....but I'm also a little mischievious.