Who Are You?

While they had many memorable songs, this somewhat eponymous song is my very favorite Who tune! I was never a huge Who fan, but this song and Eminence Front are all-time, all-timers for me. That album proudly hangs on my album gallery wall, which you have seen here in parts. I probably have 40 framed albums all over our house, on that wall, my office and other parts of my favorite place on the planet, our basement. That is truly K’s (me, not Kandi) Land. I have the gym, Rock Hall wall, Boston Marathon wall, Cleveland sports and family alma maters wall, Cleveland past and present wall and a huge family wall (as well as the vast cavern that stores much of Kandi’s wardrobe). It is my happiest of happy places. Not only does it bring back warm memories, but it is also me at my most creative. I seek key pieces while antiquing or browsing art exhibits or I create pieces out of an amazing picture of a family member or members. But I digress…

The song is also somewhat representative of my life: who am I really?

Let’s see, I am one or all of these people.

• Husband
• Father
• Son
• Brother
• Grandfather
• (Male) friend
• Athlete (kinda, sorta)
• Truck driver (definitely)
• Salesman
• Businessperson
• Manager
• Accountant
• Woman
• (Female) friend
• Fashionista
• Hostess
• Glib blogger extraordinaire
• Model (kinda, sorta)
• Actress
• Cook

So truly, who am I? Who are you? Notice all the people listed before “woman”? That is because that is reality, my circumstances. We all have very different personal circumstances that often dictate how we express our femininity.

My most recent IDGAF Friday finally came about after a dry spell of almost two weeks. In between, a trip to Chicago to see the youngin’, our step-grandson and our children and their significant others. Prior to that we got lambasted by Mother Nature which resulted in this:

Riddle me this, Batman: what happens when 15″ of snow falls in a 12 hour span (after having rained the day prior, making the worst possible driving scenario), you are driving a truck in a town that can best be described as a quaint New England-ish town (principally residential roads on narrow, winding hills, dipping electrical wires weighted down by the ice and snow), being (by job requirement) led by a GPS system that had you go down a closed road, in a whiteout with a broken driver’s side windshield wiper (due to the weather that day)? That!

My first Amazon tow (and last, let’s hope). That day I left our house for work at 11:00PM and arrived back home just before 5:00PM the next day to, you guessed it, dig out our driveway. You can call me a lot of things, but lazy is not one of them. It was like having my head in a vice for 17 hours.

By the way, do you see any difference between the amount of snow on the road and the amount of snow elsewhere? Exactly! Hence my conundrum. Nothing plowed. I could not drive forward anymore, and I could not reverse in a snowstorm for about half a mile to get out of there. A careful turn around was my only hope, but alas, I failed. The uplifting thing was all the people that came out to help me and the absolute kindness of about three police officers.

Let’s just say the IDGAF day was well earned! I’ve blabbered on too long, next time let’s see what your girl was up to.