As I enter this last quarter of the year, I also enter a time that makes me sad. It begins with my birthday, and then Jake's birthday 4 days later. 2 of my kids were born in October. My brother died in October. I got a divorce or 2 in October, but most of my divorces were good things. Actually, all of them were good things. Mother always said that old people, and sick people are like the leaves on the tree. People die in the fall when the leaves fall from the tree. Actually, people seem to be dying around me with an amazing regularity. Not all of them are old, but a lot of them are. I guess I am old so I may be in this years Autumn leaf drop. Maybe, maybe not. I just know fall is my least favorite season and October is my least favorite month.
Mother died in the Springtime; Kenny in the Winter. The point is, death is becoming a regular visitor and I do not like that. I have one sister left. No brothers, no uncles, no aunts. I am now the older generation and I do not like that. I used to have someone to guide me and lead me and teach me the things to say and do, but now I fly by the seat of my pants and my wisdom is not always the best. There was a time I could spout wisdom and Bible verses and quote the leader of the day. Now, I just don't seem to give a damn. My time is mostly spent moving stuff from one pile to another in anticipation of some day having a garage sale and getting rid of enough junk that I could possibly move into a small place in town. That and napping through Jeopardy! is about the extent of my ambition. Good thing I am good at napping, because that is about all I am good for.
At one point I thought I would write a sequel to my first book, but I have been stuck on chapter 5 for 4 years now and every time I think about picking it up, I have to reread the whole thing to jog my memory and then it is time for another nap. It seems to be a vicious circle.
At one point I thought I should start dating, but I expect way to much out of a man. First, he has to be neat, which I am not. He has to be ambitious enough to want to take me for a walk, but able to understand that I am not broken to a leash. Opening car doors is nice. I would love to go dancing. That is something I did all my life, until Kenny. Poor little guy, had not a lick of rhythm in his whole body, so dancing was out. Not sure I remember how to do that anymore, but I would love to try. Conversation is a must. I love to talk and I love to listen. That does not mean I will remember anything that was said, but something might find fertile ground.
I do not know how I made the leap from my dread of October to dating, but I did! I do my best thinking early in the morning and now it is going on 8:00 AM so I have pretty much shot my wad for the day. Oh, well, maybe tomorrow will be better. In the meantime, here is a poem that somebody, some where wrote and some teacher made me memorize it. It has a lot of wisdom in it, so take it for what it is worth.
"The wise old owl sat on the oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
We should all try to be like that wise old bird."
Mother died in the Springtime; Kenny in the Winter. The point is, death is becoming a regular visitor and I do not like that. I have one sister left. No brothers, no uncles, no aunts. I am now the older generation and I do not like that. I used to have someone to guide me and lead me and teach me the things to say and do, but now I fly by the seat of my pants and my wisdom is not always the best. There was a time I could spout wisdom and Bible verses and quote the leader of the day. Now, I just don't seem to give a damn. My time is mostly spent moving stuff from one pile to another in anticipation of some day having a garage sale and getting rid of enough junk that I could possibly move into a small place in town. That and napping through Jeopardy! is about the extent of my ambition. Good thing I am good at napping, because that is about all I am good for.
At one point I thought I would write a sequel to my first book, but I have been stuck on chapter 5 for 4 years now and every time I think about picking it up, I have to reread the whole thing to jog my memory and then it is time for another nap. It seems to be a vicious circle.
At one point I thought I should start dating, but I expect way to much out of a man. First, he has to be neat, which I am not. He has to be ambitious enough to want to take me for a walk, but able to understand that I am not broken to a leash. Opening car doors is nice. I would love to go dancing. That is something I did all my life, until Kenny. Poor little guy, had not a lick of rhythm in his whole body, so dancing was out. Not sure I remember how to do that anymore, but I would love to try. Conversation is a must. I love to talk and I love to listen. That does not mean I will remember anything that was said, but something might find fertile ground.
I do not know how I made the leap from my dread of October to dating, but I did! I do my best thinking early in the morning and now it is going on 8:00 AM so I have pretty much shot my wad for the day. Oh, well, maybe tomorrow will be better. In the meantime, here is a poem that somebody, some where wrote and some teacher made me memorize it. It has a lot of wisdom in it, so take it for what it is worth.
"The wise old owl sat on the oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
We should all try to be like that wise old bird."
