Sunday, February 24, 2013

Look ma, its melting!

Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough
- Earl Wilson

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Gift

I am not a holiday-celebrating type of person
though I do love the two boxes of chocolates and the potted pink kalanchoe plant
it would not bother me any if we did not celebrate any holidays
I don't like days when you are expected to do something just because its a holiday.
That is why I didn't write a Valentine's day post
when it seems every other blogger in Blogland did.
Last night I was watching Big Bang Theory
and a situation came up that made me appreciate the day.
Amy's gift to Sheldon was to stay in, order pizza
and watch one of his "Star Trek Wars movies"
Because she was his girlfriend and she wanted to give him
the gift that would please him the most.
Sheldon's gift to Amy was to give her a copy of his
personnel record of the university where he works
and tell her to look at the
"person to contact in case of emergency" field
where he had entered her name.
They were both thrilled beyond words
and such simplicity
made a little bit of gushy mushy inside me smile.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

That's my story and I'm sticking to it

despite my best intentions,
I have let blogging fall by the wayside again, for the past few weeks
the reasons are identifyable
and not entirly unforgiveable
and after all, it is my blog
and ultimately, though I love to share with others's blogs
and truly appreciate and look forward to comments
I am doing this for me
we are all doing this for us I suspect
do you ever write a post that you especially like
and don't really want to cover up with a new one?
that's how I feel about my last one
I have read it over and over to myself
and love the pics of my boy when he was small
so that was my original reason for not updating
but, blogging is like a good friend who is a long ways away
it takes time, energy and true willingness to keep the friendship up
and so, I am writing again, rambling again
to keep it up
I printed a book of my first few years of blogging
and it is a journal of sorts
my thoughts, feelings, remembrances and experiences
together with images I felt appropriate
and shared and commented upon by others
It's a legacy
my children may read it someday
and laugh or cry over the parts of inner me,
things they didn't know about
so, am I blogging for me or for them?
I guess both
then I think, that's kind of, what's the word I'm looking for,
egotisctical in a way
to think that my kids would be interested in those parts of me
to think that anyone would be interested in inconspicuous little me
100 years from now, nobody alive now will remember who I was
I may hang on an ancestorial wall
part of a family tree
And I may even look down from above
and say....that was me.