Sunday, June 29, 2003
Same Book, Same Dress
Twenty-eight years ago I picked up an instruction book that was published in 1970 by Columbia-Minerva and knitted my daughter a rippled jumper (dress). She was a redhead so I chose chocolate brown, tan, and a golden yellow for the stripes. I wasn’t really a great knitter but she wore it first as a dress and eventually as a vest. Eleven years ago I pulled that same book out of the box and knitted the same dress for my first granddaughter (Evil One’s offspring). Ten years ago the same book, the same dress and the second granddaughter. Now math will tell you great granddaughters are in the future. So I thought before I got too old I would make one more ripple jumper (dress) for a young lady who is only 10 months old and will be a year or so before she can wear it. This one is persimmon, pink and white. But every time I pick it up to work on it I see a little redheaded girl who will be 31 soon. Happy Birthday Cyn!!!!
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
My Friend
My friend is fat. No bones about it, no argument, just as much a handicap in the eyes of “Society” as having no hands, being blind, or the IQ of a moron. Every time a new way to help my friend is discussed something always come up to block her. She is smart, educated, and working at a shit job because “Society” says she is not fit to follow her chosen career. I say “Society” should reevaluate the rules determining who is fit. If that happened there would be enough teachers, health care workers & etc. Ok people just give us a chance before you pass judgment on us!!
Reminder
Friday evening brought me in contact with a very nice policeman because I bumped a car in front of me. Saturday culminated my struggle with the new cell phone. I just gave up on it. Sunday I agonized over both situations. Monday I called the court to determine my fate and told the phone store I was returning the phone, which I did. I’m out from under the phone and $90 lighter, but it was worth it to finally take a breath without a shudder in it. Sometimes you wonder how you can get so distracted that you have accidents and make stinking decisions. I guess every once in a while God reminds you that fenceposts can be brighter than old broads sometimes.
Friday, June 20, 2003
Can You Hear Me Now
Just barely-- Static and living in the Burmuda Triangle of Genessee county makes for not seeing the man walking around with a cell phone to his ear. But I’m not the only one because a cousin who lives near Yale. MI can’t find the man either. I guess we are destined to landline everyone we can’t e-mail.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Missed It Again!
My TV just informed me this is the last week to lose 20 lbs. for $20. A fit of hilarity hit me when I remembered the hundreds of lbs. lost over the last 60 years and how rich I would have to be to afford it. My friend, nobody knows better than I the effort that a human puts forward and the humility of failure suffered in trying to lose those extra ugly pounds. As I plunge into those “golden years” It don’t seem to mean a shitting thing if I can wear a seashell belt with my Island print jumpsuit! I figure if you can’t jump you have no business in a jumpsuit..
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Dad’s Day
To each of you who are lucky enough to have a Dad remember him please on Father’s Day. My Dad was a man of great knowledge when it came to dealing with people. Not demonstrative or emotional but you knew he loved you by the way he listened to you rant and rave and never interrupted to give advice. He was a sounding board that never failed to aid you in solving your problems yourself. It didn’t matter what you had done. Nothing shocked him or turned him away from you if you if you needed help. There is a little pain in my heart when I think how much I still need him. How very much I love and miss him. So call your Dad if you can’t go hug him because someday he won’t be around and he needs to know you love him now.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Gifts
The rocking chair and pillow really belong to me.
To have the evil one place them here fills my heart with glee.
They were gifts from the offsprings that I really wanted.
I hinted for them shamelessly, fearlessly, undaunted.
So if there’s something that you want or maybe there’s someone.
Don’t give up trying for the prize or trying for the fun.
‘Cause Baby if you want it bad enough you will always find a way.
To grab ahold and don’t let go of a happy day.
Monday, June 09, 2003
Things That Make Us Happy
The last few months have been spent swimming at least once a week and sometimes more. One reason being the better half was told by the Dr. to get some exercise. So I figured if an old man needed exercise than an older broad could use it too. So I pulled out the old suit to find that (as my Mom used to say) I couldn’t pour 10 pounds of shit into a 5 pound bag. When searching for a more appropriate “bag” I ended up with a blue print. Every female in the group, except two, has a blue print. I hated it!! But I found that when I attended and a certain old gentleman was there I was able to capture something I had lost several years ago. The joy of singing old songs. Songs my Mom used to sing with me. The round Row, Row, Row Your Boat, Oh What A Beautiful Morning, I Want A Girl, God Bless America and The Marine Hymn are part of our repertoire.
The sound of people singing standing in the water and moving their arms just for the fun of it brings back a kind of memory I thought was lost to me. How can something so simple bring such joy?! And why do we forget to do the things that make us happy?
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Dah!!
I’ve been waking up with pain in my shoulders and arms for quite a while now. Been thinking all kinds of weird reasons to explain the discomfort!! My medication, old age or overdoing. Then this morning it flashed into this dense little brain of mine. I swim, do light exercise in the water and in doing this I try to climb the side of the pool. IE: pulling 200+ lbs. up the side with my arms and shoulders!! Dah = dumb ass hairbrain!!
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
All He Can Give
My significant other is six years younger than me (but he was born 30 years old and just keeps aging). I used to call him my weeble because he wobbles, but he doesn’t fall down. At least not until just recently (he is on the mend now). But if you stop and think that you have spent almost 29 years with someone you wonder how you both survived. How does a person adjust to fit into another person’s life? How do you not scream when he says something dumb or his tone of voice says he thinks you did something dumb? What keeps you from not walking up and slapping the piss out of him sometimes? It is LOVE, my friend! It is being thankful that he thinks your worth putting up with! That he can be blind to that extra roll around your middle that grew in what seemed like overnight. The wrinkles that fell out of the blue and attached themselves to a sexy woman’s face. Yup it is LOVE and I’ll have all he can give me!!