Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Me on another earth

The me on the other earth on the other side of the sun would be strong, slim, healthy, vibrant and sexy.
The me on this earth is weak, fat, not so healthy, dull and bland.
The me on the other earth on the other side of the sun would be fun, witty, active and athlectic.
The real me is only fun with grandkids, witty only on occasion, sedentary and feeble.
The me on the other earth on the other side of the sun is a seasoned traveler.
I've only seen about parts of 8 states of the union.
The me on the other earth on the other side of the sun is beautiful, with sleek sexy hair and long eyelashes.
I'm wrinkled, gray haired and no lashes, etc what mascara can find.
The me on the other earth on the other side of the sun is fictional.
I am real, and for that I am grateful.
Fooled ya huh?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Home Again

Just got home after a few days away.
I loved where I went and enjoyed every minute.
Home is where my heart resides,
and my pillow rests my mind.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Memories

I've been thinking a lot about things that have happened in my life in the past....you know, in my childhood and with my family and friends and school. Boyfriends and play times.
The thing is I'm not sure what I remember correctly and what has been colored by time. Stories that come down through the years sometimes get embellished or important things forgotten. No two people, even brothers and sisters, remember stuff the same way.
So if I write my personal life history, will it be true? Or will it be fantasy?
I also wanted to contact a childhood friend. Someone who I played with and cherished as almost a sister for several years when we were very young. But many, many years have come and gone and I don't have a clue as to where she could be. I thought I had found her brother, but the letter I sent to him came back today "Unable to deliver, no forwarding address". So very disappointing.
What is important to write? Only the good and happy times, or should I include the sad and miserable times too? Should I include the mistakes I made (heaven forbid that I ever made any :D ) and let my posterity know that I was human and tempted just like everyone else on the planet.
Will my memories be of any interest to anyone else on this earth, or will it only be of benifit to me? To validate a life lives, boring and uneventful or exciting and adventurous though it may be.
In the meantime....until I decide to continue writting the life history my daughter-in-law has been begging me for- I guess I will keep thinking about my past and maybe one day, I will open up a word document and continue where I left off.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

It's ok to go home now!



The sun has been out the last few days and the snow is finally melting in some areas of our yard. The driveway is mostly clear now, but the front and back yards still have 2 to 3 feet of snow being stubborn about leaving. Kind of like guests that stay long past their welcome!
I sent an email to a long lost friend once who I hadn't seen since high school and all I really wanted to do was find out if she was still alive and kick'n. And she was and she came to visit......for a week!! It was a wonderful visit, got to find out all about her life and what she had been doing and all the friends we used to have. But I still had to go to work and cook dinner when I got home and the visit was totally un-expected and although I loved having her here, I was glad when she finally moved on.
Family is different....after all they are FAMILY and you love them, you know all about them and they help around the house and they are YOURS. They can stay as long as they like.
But long lost friends? After awhile, they aren't anymore.
Kinda like winter. It's ok when it first arrives. It's pretty, it makes everything look so beautiful and clean and white.
After awhile it is amazing how much there is of it and how much fun the kids have with it. Sledding and skiing and skating and throwing it.
And then it's a bother. All the shoveling, and plowing. And the heating bill goes sky high, and you have to wear boots and gloves and heavy coats.
And then you slip and fall and sink in up to your knees and the dog tracks it all in all over the place.....and so does your sweet hubby!
AND IT JUST NEEDS TO GO HOME.....wherever that is!