So, what does one say as one prepares to greet a new year?
I'm sure I have nothing different to offer than anyone else sharing their thoughts today. "I hope this new year is the best one yet!" Yeah, like that hasn't been said before.
But, perhaps, I've just had my moment of enlightenment.
I realize that I don't have much interest in the televised entertainment celebrating New Year's Eve. I'd much rather watch an "old" movie, a countdown show of the past year's most memorable events, or something honoring influential people the world has lost in the last 12 months. I want to flash back to parties of the past, remembering to be grateful for those who have had the most impact on my life.
And that could be the problem. Surely, there's nothing wrong with holding on to those treasured moments and memories. We pull them from a shoebox tucked away on a shelf (both literally and figuratively) and chuckle or sigh as we stroll down memory lane.
But the past is...well, the past. Since I don't have a TARDIS, I can't change anything that's already happened, for better or for worse. Rather, I should continually be looking forward to "tomorrow." Plan for what I can and act accordingly...and plan on being surprised by life, too.
I'm not going to say "good riddance" to 2013. Like every other year, it had its ups and downs. Good days and bad days all rolled into one fairly typical year. I'm not going to say that 2014 will be the best one ever, either. I've had some pretty awesome moments in my life that can never be matched or topped. (Besides, I don't want to "jinx" any of the good stuff most certainly headed my way.)
The past has made me who I am, and the future will make me who I am going to be. I will not allow myself to be stuck in a lifetime of yesterdays, and I will not be afraid of a lifetime of tomorrows. I will remind myself of what Doctor Who said, something along the lines of, "We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one." My life has been a page-turner to me so far. I can always flip back and reread the best passages, but it will more fun to keep looking forward to the next chapter. But no peeking!
Wow...that seems like a bit of a rambling post. I'd better wrap up Chapter 2013, pop in a bookmark, and get ready to see what happens next in Chapter 2014.
Happy New Year, everyone, and make your story a good one!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Christmas Music
I had the bright idea to scan some of my old Christmas 45s (as in "records") and use them for my Facebook profile picture. I didn't even remember that I had a couple of these. Boy, do they bring on the nostalgic feelings!
We had certain house rules when I was growing up. If I'm not mistaken, we couldn't play Christmas music in our rooms until after Thanksgiving and not in the kitchen or living room until December 1 (or my sister's birthday a week later...can't remember which). But I imagine after that point my turntable was spinning as often as possible!
If you're old enough to have owned 45s at some point, perhaps you'll get a kick out of these. I may need to also find my full-length albums and dig out the record player...in the spirit of the season.
Enjoy whichever Christmas traditions make YOU the happiest!
We had certain house rules when I was growing up. If I'm not mistaken, we couldn't play Christmas music in our rooms until after Thanksgiving and not in the kitchen or living room until December 1 (or my sister's birthday a week later...can't remember which). But I imagine after that point my turntable was spinning as often as possible!
If you're old enough to have owned 45s at some point, perhaps you'll get a kick out of these. I may need to also find my full-length albums and dig out the record player...in the spirit of the season.
Enjoy whichever Christmas traditions make YOU the happiest!
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Christmas Newsletter to Dad 2013
Hi, Daddy!
I hope it doesn't make me seem too predictable that I've written to you on the same date for the last few years. Just my little way of honoring you. It's the least I can do.
I can already tell that I probably won't have as much to say this year. Guess I feel like I'd be boring you, telling you what you already know. But you're a good dad and a patient one. Just give me a "yah, yah" and it'll be fine.
Let's see...where to begin...
Well, my "baby" graduated high school! It was a busy year, to be sure, but graduation day still seemed to sneak up on me. Seems like the first day of kindergarten wasn't all that long ago. Did you see how I displayed all of his daycare and school pictures? From birth to graduation...they grow up so fast. He sure looked spiffy in his cap and gown, didn't he? I didn't cry as much as I thought I would, but that wasn't for lack of pride and love.
Sadly (for us), you've got more company with you this year. They say you and M are golfing together. I guess I was too young to remember you golfing much. But whatever you two are up to, I know you'll have fun. I'll make one surprise run to the refrigerator for you if you'd like. ;-)
As expected, high-school graduation was followed by sending my "baby" off to college. He's four hours away, so the first visit was at Thanksgiving. Three months without seeing him, but we did just fine. And he'll be home again soon for the winter break. Thank goodness for texting and chat/email so we can stay in touch on a fairly regular basis (without me "hovering"). I don't know how you put up with me back in the day when all we had were collect calls and letters (we know how well I did with those).
That leads me to something I've learned this year. Well, maybe I learned it a long time ago, but I've finally admitted and acknowledged it to myself. Now that I'm 50 and becoming an empty-nester, I'm actually starting to understand and appreciate you and Mother more fully! Oh, there's plenty of things I'll never "get" and other things I won't agree with, but things are beginning to make sense. You'd think I'd have seen things from your perspective more when I first became a parent. But when I was a child, I had no interest in knowing what your thought process was. (That sounds terrible when I say it out loud, but you know what I mean!) But now I can imagine what you might have felt like at my graduation. I can guess what it was like when you dropped me off at college. And I can hope that you were as excited to see me when I came to visit. No, I know you were that excited, because you're my dad. We just show it in different ways. (I think we're all still trying to adjust to that concept of visiting a place that always was and always will be home.) And the reasons change, but a parent never really does stop worrying about their child, do they. We raise them the best we can, but someday we just have to let them do what they need to do. I could relate especially well to the bird that built a nest on our porch this year. (Did you have anything to do with her choosing that site?)
I guess that's all part of being a parent. Grandma and Grandpa probably didn't understand you, you perhaps didn't understand us, and there are certainly times I don't understand my"baby" college man...and vice versa. At least we can rest assured that eventually more of it starts to make sense. In fact, I even understand (at last) why you always "strongly suggested" I wear a hat and a coat long enough to cover my bottom. It really does keep me warmer. Thank you!
OK, I know it's a day "early," but I think I'll post this now before bedtime. That seems to be my usual method of writing. Just get it all out while I'm thinking of it and let it go. Otherwise I'll be endlessly tweaking it. I can always edit if something else comes to mind.
Merry Christmas, Daddy.
03/03/32 - 12/12/10
2011 Letter to Dad
2012 Letter to Dad
I hope it doesn't make me seem too predictable that I've written to you on the same date for the last few years. Just my little way of honoring you. It's the least I can do.
I can already tell that I probably won't have as much to say this year. Guess I feel like I'd be boring you, telling you what you already know. But you're a good dad and a patient one. Just give me a "yah, yah" and it'll be fine.
Let's see...where to begin...
Well, my "baby" graduated high school! It was a busy year, to be sure, but graduation day still seemed to sneak up on me. Seems like the first day of kindergarten wasn't all that long ago. Did you see how I displayed all of his daycare and school pictures? From birth to graduation...they grow up so fast. He sure looked spiffy in his cap and gown, didn't he? I didn't cry as much as I thought I would, but that wasn't for lack of pride and love.
Sadly (for us), you've got more company with you this year. They say you and M are golfing together. I guess I was too young to remember you golfing much. But whatever you two are up to, I know you'll have fun. I'll make one surprise run to the refrigerator for you if you'd like. ;-)
As expected, high-school graduation was followed by sending my "baby" off to college. He's four hours away, so the first visit was at Thanksgiving. Three months without seeing him, but we did just fine. And he'll be home again soon for the winter break. Thank goodness for texting and chat/email so we can stay in touch on a fairly regular basis (without me "hovering"). I don't know how you put up with me back in the day when all we had were collect calls and letters (we know how well I did with those).
That leads me to something I've learned this year. Well, maybe I learned it a long time ago, but I've finally admitted and acknowledged it to myself. Now that I'm 50 and becoming an empty-nester, I'm actually starting to understand and appreciate you and Mother more fully! Oh, there's plenty of things I'll never "get" and other things I won't agree with, but things are beginning to make sense. You'd think I'd have seen things from your perspective more when I first became a parent. But when I was a child, I had no interest in knowing what your thought process was. (That sounds terrible when I say it out loud, but you know what I mean!) But now I can imagine what you might have felt like at my graduation. I can guess what it was like when you dropped me off at college. And I can hope that you were as excited to see me when I came to visit. No, I know you were that excited, because you're my dad. We just show it in different ways. (I think we're all still trying to adjust to that concept of visiting a place that always was and always will be home.) And the reasons change, but a parent never really does stop worrying about their child, do they. We raise them the best we can, but someday we just have to let them do what they need to do. I could relate especially well to the bird that built a nest on our porch this year. (Did you have anything to do with her choosing that site?)
I guess that's all part of being a parent. Grandma and Grandpa probably didn't understand you, you perhaps didn't understand us, and there are certainly times I don't understand my
OK, I know it's a day "early," but I think I'll post this now before bedtime. That seems to be my usual method of writing. Just get it all out while I'm thinking of it and let it go. Otherwise I'll be endlessly tweaking it. I can always edit if something else comes to mind.
Merry Christmas, Daddy.
03/03/32 - 12/12/10
2011 Letter to Dad
2012 Letter to Dad
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Three Peas in a Pod
I had breakfast with the girls the other day. Getting together with them is always such a rejuvenating experience! Gee, a decade ago we'd get together for margaritas, not coffee and eggs. Even then, though, the important element was not the food, beverage, location, or time of day; it was, and always will be, the company we keep.
Now, I realize I've already written about these amazing women several times recently (see "Staunch Women" and "Rescue Me"). But the power of feminine relationships is worthy of frequent discussion.
I've gotten to thinking about how well we complement each other. I envision some sort of girlfriend Venn diagram when I consider what we have in common and how our lives differ. As I look closer, I'm also reminded of the type of logic puzzle where you're sometimes provided with a chart to solve something like which brother lives in which color house, works at what trade, is married to which woman, and the age of each.
When it comes to the three of us...
Two have two children each; one has an only child.
We all got married in the same year.
Two families had children in public schools; the other family's children started in private school.
We've each lost one parent; different times, different circumstances, but the same type of pain.
Two have primarily blue-collar spouses; one has a husband that's considered white-collar.
When the three of us came together, two were employed outside the home; one worked primarily from a home office.
We weren't born in the same calendar year but within the same 12-month period.
Two met in college; these two met the third by working with her husband.
The one with the oldest child is the youngest of the three; she also has the youngest child (and the only daughter).
We disagree on some usage guidelines, but we all appreciate the importance of spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
We've each had our share of significant events in our lives.
Two live within just a few miles of each other; the third lives "all the way" across the river on the other side of town.
We each have a terribly dry sense of humor.
One is an oenophile; the other two are happy to drink whichever wine she offers.
Each of us has good ideas; those ideas are greatly improved with input from the others.
We freely offer compliments and reassurance to each other; we also freely offer honest opinions even if it's not want we want to hear.
None of us are originally from Green Bay. How blessed we are, though, to have met each other here!
I have gained an appreciation of the friendships my mom has enjoyed over the years. Now I understand why she'd "go for coffee" with the neighbor lady. It's difficult to describe how well we mesh, unless you are also fortunate enough to have this kind of relationship in your own life. We became friends in the usual random way. We are still friends because of and in spite of both what we have in common and how we're each unique individuals.
We're approaching 15 years of being "together." We must be doing something right, wouldn't you say?
Now, I realize I've already written about these amazing women several times recently (see "Staunch Women" and "Rescue Me"). But the power of feminine relationships is worthy of frequent discussion.
I've gotten to thinking about how well we complement each other. I envision some sort of girlfriend Venn diagram when I consider what we have in common and how our lives differ. As I look closer, I'm also reminded of the type of logic puzzle where you're sometimes provided with a chart to solve something like which brother lives in which color house, works at what trade, is married to which woman, and the age of each.
When it comes to the three of us...
Two have two children each; one has an only child.
We all got married in the same year.
Two families had children in public schools; the other family's children started in private school.
We've each lost one parent; different times, different circumstances, but the same type of pain.
Two have primarily blue-collar spouses; one has a husband that's considered white-collar.
When the three of us came together, two were employed outside the home; one worked primarily from a home office.
We weren't born in the same calendar year but within the same 12-month period.
Two met in college; these two met the third by working with her husband.
The one with the oldest child is the youngest of the three; she also has the youngest child (and the only daughter).
We disagree on some usage guidelines, but we all appreciate the importance of spelling, grammar, and punctuation.
We've each had our share of significant events in our lives.
Two live within just a few miles of each other; the third lives "all the way" across the river on the other side of town.
We each have a terribly dry sense of humor.
One is an oenophile; the other two are happy to drink whichever wine she offers.
Each of us has good ideas; those ideas are greatly improved with input from the others.
We freely offer compliments and reassurance to each other; we also freely offer honest opinions even if it's not want we want to hear.
None of us are originally from Green Bay. How blessed we are, though, to have met each other here!
I have gained an appreciation of the friendships my mom has enjoyed over the years. Now I understand why she'd "go for coffee" with the neighbor lady. It's difficult to describe how well we mesh, unless you are also fortunate enough to have this kind of relationship in your own life. We became friends in the usual random way. We are still friends because of and in spite of both what we have in common and how we're each unique individuals.
We're approaching 15 years of being "together." We must be doing something right, wouldn't you say?
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
It's a Holiday!
There's an old saying about success only coming before work in the dictionary. May I suggest also that the same should be true as far as Christmas coming before Thanksgiving?
Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas! The decorations, the music, the good will, the togetherness...all of it. But I also love Thanksgiving: Crispy autumn days, family meals, and quiet reflection. I want to see cornucopias and pumpkins and turkeys! I'm feeling orange, yellow, and brown, not red and green. I refuse to let the "spirit of Christmas" bully the spirit of Thanksgiving out of the way. There's plenty of time for snow and tinsel and those pesky "jingle bells"! Whether it lasts the entire month of November or just for one day, I will not forget why I am so Thankful for Thanksgiving and that I have reasons to Be Thankful. Christmas will still come...at the right time.
To me, the details of the first Thanksgiving aren't as important as the history of my personal holidays. I have vague memories of "making" cranberry sauce in 2nd grade. I remember Grandma's riced potatoes (with real butter, not margarine!). I remember bowls of black olives which my cousins would practically devour while waiting for the main event. And who hasn't made a "handprint turkey" at some point in their life?
A Thanksgiving celebration can be public or private, grand or small, traditional or modern. It doesn't matter if we're eating turkey, ham, or a bologna sandwich. You can watch the Macy's parade, enjoy a football game, be out waiting for that big buck, or prep for a Black Friday shopping adventure. (Note: It's illogical for Black Friday to start on Thursday; but that's for a different discussion.) We may gather around the same table, sit in front of the computer for a video chat, or make an old-school telephone call. I will be thankful for any and all of it.
I know this post is a few days early for Thanksgiving. But as of tomorrow I plan to be spending time with my son, who I haven't seen since he went off to college three months ago. This year, that is the gift for which I am most thankful.
Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas! The decorations, the music, the good will, the togetherness...all of it. But I also love Thanksgiving: Crispy autumn days, family meals, and quiet reflection. I want to see cornucopias and pumpkins and turkeys! I'm feeling orange, yellow, and brown, not red and green. I refuse to let the "spirit of Christmas" bully the spirit of Thanksgiving out of the way. There's plenty of time for snow and tinsel and those pesky "jingle bells"! Whether it lasts the entire month of November or just for one day, I will not forget why I am so Thankful for Thanksgiving and that I have reasons to Be Thankful. Christmas will still come...at the right time.
To me, the details of the first Thanksgiving aren't as important as the history of my personal holidays. I have vague memories of "making" cranberry sauce in 2nd grade. I remember Grandma's riced potatoes (with real butter, not margarine!). I remember bowls of black olives which my cousins would practically devour while waiting for the main event. And who hasn't made a "handprint turkey" at some point in their life?
A Thanksgiving celebration can be public or private, grand or small, traditional or modern. It doesn't matter if we're eating turkey, ham, or a bologna sandwich. You can watch the Macy's parade, enjoy a football game, be out waiting for that big buck, or prep for a Black Friday shopping adventure. (Note: It's illogical for Black Friday to start on Thursday; but that's for a different discussion.) We may gather around the same table, sit in front of the computer for a video chat, or make an old-school telephone call. I will be thankful for any and all of it.
I know this post is a few days early for Thanksgiving. But as of tomorrow I plan to be spending time with my son, who I haven't seen since he went off to college three months ago. This year, that is the gift for which I am most thankful.
Friday, November 22, 2013
The Big Weekend!
No, I'm not getting up before dawn and donning my blaze orange. (Bambi, be careful!)
And I do realize that there are events honoring President Kennedy and remembering his tragic death. I was just an infant at the time, so while I respect the occasion and its impact, I have no personal recollection.
Saturday is the long-awaited, much-anticipated "Doctor Who" 50th anniversary special. Sure, the show hasn't been on the air continuously since 1963, but it's still pretty impressive that its first episode premiered 50 years ago! What started as simply a "British" show grew into a "brainy" show with sort of a cult following. Today, it could be considered a worldwide hit. (I also "premiered" 50 years ago. Coincidence?)
I have vague memories of being introduced to Tom Baker courtesy of Wisconsin Public Television. That's also how I got sucked back into it during the David Tennant years. Family members are fans as well, and a few friends; I was on my way to becoming a full-blown Whovian, and I was bringing my son along for the ride. When I found our new cable package included BBC America, my fate was sealed. Oh, I don't rearrange my life to watch any particular episode, but I've seen enough to know which ones are my favorites and are worth watching multiple times. I still have a lot to learn, but I'm getting more familiar with the Doctors of the past. I need to get to know them better.
I swear I don't really watch all that much television. But when I find a show I truly enjoy, I become a loyal viewer. These days, I try to catch "Castle," Psych," "Supernatural," and "Grimm." I enjoy having to think at least a little bit while I'm watching, but I don't want to spend too much time learning a back story or mythology and watching for hidden clues each week. I can't imagine ever investing so much of my life in a show like I did with "Lost." I can pop in to Twitter and get a quick fandom fix any time I need it.
So tomorrow, I will join fans around the world (it's a global simulcast!) and immerse myself in the adventures of Doctors past, present, and future. Pretty appropriate for a character who travels through time (wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey) and space, don't you think?
Allons-y! Geronimo!
And I do realize that there are events honoring President Kennedy and remembering his tragic death. I was just an infant at the time, so while I respect the occasion and its impact, I have no personal recollection.
Saturday is the long-awaited, much-anticipated "Doctor Who" 50th anniversary special. Sure, the show hasn't been on the air continuously since 1963, but it's still pretty impressive that its first episode premiered 50 years ago! What started as simply a "British" show grew into a "brainy" show with sort of a cult following. Today, it could be considered a worldwide hit. (I also "premiered" 50 years ago. Coincidence?)
I have vague memories of being introduced to Tom Baker courtesy of Wisconsin Public Television. That's also how I got sucked back into it during the David Tennant years. Family members are fans as well, and a few friends; I was on my way to becoming a full-blown Whovian, and I was bringing my son along for the ride. When I found our new cable package included BBC America, my fate was sealed. Oh, I don't rearrange my life to watch any particular episode, but I've seen enough to know which ones are my favorites and are worth watching multiple times. I still have a lot to learn, but I'm getting more familiar with the Doctors of the past. I need to get to know them better.
I swear I don't really watch all that much television. But when I find a show I truly enjoy, I become a loyal viewer. These days, I try to catch "Castle," Psych," "Supernatural," and "Grimm." I enjoy having to think at least a little bit while I'm watching, but I don't want to spend too much time learning a back story or mythology and watching for hidden clues each week. I can't imagine ever investing so much of my life in a show like I did with "Lost." I can pop in to Twitter and get a quick fandom fix any time I need it.
So tomorrow, I will join fans around the world (it's a global simulcast!) and immerse myself in the adventures of Doctors past, present, and future. Pretty appropriate for a character who travels through time (wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey) and space, don't you think?
Allons-y! Geronimo!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Staunch Women
I recently enjoyed my annual trip with the girls. It was the fourth trip, though I, unfortunately, have been able to make only three. (I just know they spent that one weekend talking about me!)
You may ask yourself, because sometimes I ask myself, how can you possibly keep the "weekend" interesting and worthwhile when you've all known each other for so long and regularly talk and spend time together? We don't visit "tourist attractions." We don't go on "shopping sprees." We don't participate in "planned group activities." What do you do with yourselves?
Actually, part of the trip's allure is that we don't necessarily do anything! Our schedule is very...fluid. We have each spent a good portion of our lives keeping track of events and people and projects. We help ensure people arrive where they're supposed to be at the proper time and having completed what they're supposed to do. So for at least these two days each year, we can sit back and just "be." That is where we're supposed to be and what we're supposed to be doing.
We always watch the Packers game. We chat. We have a glass of wine. We visit just a few of our favorite shoppes. (Believe me, they are not just "shops.") We stop in for a bite or a drink at our favorite establishment. We have meaningful conversations. We repeat as needed.
Was there anything particularly notable about this trip? We didn't run into any bad weather or into any deer. We didn't spend outrageous amounts of money. We didn't overindulge. (In fact, we always take along too many supplies!)
Naturally, I can't share too much. Most of it wouldn't translate well if you weren't there. And part of the bonding experience is the creation of new inside jokes. But if asked what I brought away from the weekend I would say...
Air quotes, when used in moderation, can still be effective.
Some people are very attached to their pop (or soda) preference.
Even a trusted adviser can steer you wrong when it comes to movie recommendations.
Not everyone keeps a flashlight next to their bed.
The phrase "totes adorbs" seems to sound different depending on the age of the person saying it.
But most of all, I was reminded, in an unexpected way, that we are staunch women (no air quotes required). I don't know if that's because of what life has placed before us or in spite of it. And let me tell you, we've had our share of unexpected...opportunities. We are devoted, steadfast, and strong. As long as we continue to "weave our tapestry" of moments together, we will continue to be so.
You may ask yourself, because sometimes I ask myself, how can you possibly keep the "weekend" interesting and worthwhile when you've all known each other for so long and regularly talk and spend time together? We don't visit "tourist attractions." We don't go on "shopping sprees." We don't participate in "planned group activities." What do you do with yourselves?
Actually, part of the trip's allure is that we don't necessarily do anything! Our schedule is very...fluid. We have each spent a good portion of our lives keeping track of events and people and projects. We help ensure people arrive where they're supposed to be at the proper time and having completed what they're supposed to do. So for at least these two days each year, we can sit back and just "be." That is where we're supposed to be and what we're supposed to be doing.
We always watch the Packers game. We chat. We have a glass of wine. We visit just a few of our favorite shoppes. (Believe me, they are not just "shops.") We stop in for a bite or a drink at our favorite establishment. We have meaningful conversations. We repeat as needed.
Was there anything particularly notable about this trip? We didn't run into any bad weather or into any deer. We didn't spend outrageous amounts of money. We didn't overindulge. (In fact, we always take along too many supplies!)
Naturally, I can't share too much. Most of it wouldn't translate well if you weren't there. And part of the bonding experience is the creation of new inside jokes. But if asked what I brought away from the weekend I would say...
Air quotes, when used in moderation, can still be effective.
Some people are very attached to their pop (or soda) preference.
Even a trusted adviser can steer you wrong when it comes to movie recommendations.
Not everyone keeps a flashlight next to their bed.
The phrase "totes adorbs" seems to sound different depending on the age of the person saying it.
But most of all, I was reminded, in an unexpected way, that we are staunch women (no air quotes required). I don't know if that's because of what life has placed before us or in spite of it. And let me tell you, we've had our share of unexpected...opportunities. We are devoted, steadfast, and strong. As long as we continue to "weave our tapestry" of moments together, we will continue to be so.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Rescue Me
When I'm in too deep and out of time,
You rescue me.
When I'm off my rocker and on the edge,
You rescue me.
When I'm out of time and in a bind,
You rescue me.
When I'm up a creek and down on my luck,
You rescue me.
When I've lost my mind and I've found trouble,
You rescue me.
When I'm far from home and near my breaking point,
You rescue me.
When I'm over the top and under the gun,
You rescue me.
When I'm full of frustration and feeling empty,
You rescue me.
When I can't take any more and have nothing left to give,
You rescue me.
You rescue me.
Thank you for holding out your hand to rescue me.
You rescue me.
When I'm off my rocker and on the edge,
You rescue me.
When I'm out of time and in a bind,
You rescue me.
When I'm up a creek and down on my luck,
You rescue me.
When I've lost my mind and I've found trouble,
You rescue me.
When I'm far from home and near my breaking point,
You rescue me.
When I'm over the top and under the gun,
You rescue me.
When I'm full of frustration and feeling empty,
You rescue me.
When I can't take any more and have nothing left to give,
You rescue me.
You rescue me.
Thank you for holding out your hand to rescue me.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Double Milestone
Hooray! This is my 100th blog post! OK, I'll admit that some of my posts have included recycled material from earlier creations, but I still took the time to add an intro and hit the "Publish" button, so I'm taking full credit for a post! I'm hardly prolific, but I'm comfortable with how often I write. Some days simply hold more inspiration than others.
The second milestone? Today is my 50th birthday (cue the horns, singing, and confetti)! No, I'm not afraid to promote myself in this manner, even to the point of revealing my age. Birthdays are something to enjoy! I'll confess it has started as, and will likely end as, a fairly low-key day. I had no plans to cook but instead went to a local joint for a tasty burger and cheese curds. Then I will enjoy the season premiere of "Castle" on TV. I've gotten cards and texts and Facebook posts wishing me happiness. I've got chocolate and cookies and SPAM spread (my mother knows me so well!). For what more could a girl ask?
So I've been wondering. What makes 50 different than 49? Over the last few months I've been wavering about how I would react to hitting this age. Not unexpectedly, there has been anxiety about getting "old." Where did my youth go? At other times, I've felt almost proud, as if I could take credit for being born in the autumn of 1963. Back to a hint of sadness that the years seem to pass so quickly, followed by the anticipation of another new chapter beginning in my life.
A dear friend beat me to 50 by a few months. She shared that when she was concerned about reaching a new demographic check-box, she was told to not worry: Zeros have no value. Becoming 50 (or 30 or 80, for that matter) isn't any different than the last or the next birthday. Sure, there are special greeting cards designed for the "zero" years, but it's still just one more year of living. We sometimes put too much negative emphasis on these 10-year increments. It's a good thing for class reunions, but celebrating ourselves needs to happen much more frequently.
On the other hand, I read another quotation somewhere. I don't recall it precisely, nor can I credit the source, I'm afraid. The gist of it: If you look at a zero, you see nothing, but if you look through it, you can see everything. That makes sense. Instead of staring at a big 5-0, I can take a look at things that brought me here and peek ahead at what still lies ahead. My 50 can be part mirror, part crystal ball. It's all a matter of perspective.
This morning I greeted my birthday on Twitter: Well, hello, 50. I've been expecting you. I have heard a lot about you, but I look forward to becoming better acquainted.
I'm going to try to truly keep that mindset. I'm not worried about turning 50. I'm eager to see what life has in store for a woman "my age." And I hope to not take so long to compose my next 100 blog posts.
One other thing popped into my mind as I was enjoying each of the posts my friends added to my Facebook timeline. It's really a self-esteem booster to receive so many greetings! I was reminded of "It's a Wonderful Life." Clarence the angel reminds George Bailey that "...no man is a failure who has friends." Today, I suggest that it's also true that no man (or woman) is "old" who has friends.
Thank you, friends, for keeping me young, even at 50.
Happy birthday to me!
The second milestone? Today is my 50th birthday (cue the horns, singing, and confetti)! No, I'm not afraid to promote myself in this manner, even to the point of revealing my age. Birthdays are something to enjoy! I'll confess it has started as, and will likely end as, a fairly low-key day. I had no plans to cook but instead went to a local joint for a tasty burger and cheese curds. Then I will enjoy the season premiere of "Castle" on TV. I've gotten cards and texts and Facebook posts wishing me happiness. I've got chocolate and cookies and SPAM spread (my mother knows me so well!). For what more could a girl ask?
So I've been wondering. What makes 50 different than 49? Over the last few months I've been wavering about how I would react to hitting this age. Not unexpectedly, there has been anxiety about getting "old." Where did my youth go? At other times, I've felt almost proud, as if I could take credit for being born in the autumn of 1963. Back to a hint of sadness that the years seem to pass so quickly, followed by the anticipation of another new chapter beginning in my life.
A dear friend beat me to 50 by a few months. She shared that when she was concerned about reaching a new demographic check-box, she was told to not worry: Zeros have no value. Becoming 50 (or 30 or 80, for that matter) isn't any different than the last or the next birthday. Sure, there are special greeting cards designed for the "zero" years, but it's still just one more year of living. We sometimes put too much negative emphasis on these 10-year increments. It's a good thing for class reunions, but celebrating ourselves needs to happen much more frequently.
On the other hand, I read another quotation somewhere. I don't recall it precisely, nor can I credit the source, I'm afraid. The gist of it: If you look at a zero, you see nothing, but if you look through it, you can see everything. That makes sense. Instead of staring at a big 5-0, I can take a look at things that brought me here and peek ahead at what still lies ahead. My 50 can be part mirror, part crystal ball. It's all a matter of perspective.
This morning I greeted my birthday on Twitter: Well, hello, 50. I've been expecting you. I have heard a lot about you, but I look forward to becoming better acquainted.
I'm going to try to truly keep that mindset. I'm not worried about turning 50. I'm eager to see what life has in store for a woman "my age." And I hope to not take so long to compose my next 100 blog posts.
One other thing popped into my mind as I was enjoying each of the posts my friends added to my Facebook timeline. It's really a self-esteem booster to receive so many greetings! I was reminded of "It's a Wonderful Life." Clarence the angel reminds George Bailey that "...no man is a failure who has friends." Today, I suggest that it's also true that no man (or woman) is "old" who has friends.
Thank you, friends, for keeping me young, even at 50.
Happy birthday to me!
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Daily Magic
So, I decided to change my profile picture. Alert the media!
Clearly, it doesn't display my face. No witty sayings, no holiday significance. Just a magic princess wand. It was given to me by some very special people at a special time. I don't think I could even explain why it was such a great gift.
But I've used this photo to remind me to look for the magic in life every day, wand or not. Call it a blessing, luck, faith, fate, miracle, or whatever fits into your personal beliefs.
Magic comes in all shapes and sizes. Maybe it's winning big in the lottery, or perhaps you found a forgotten $20 bill in your jeans. You might get an interview for a job you'd forgotten you even applied for, or you might get an email from a friend you haven't seen in years. Could be a lavish gift, could be an unexpected text when you're feeling down. A butterfly, a new baby, a show of affection, a shooting star, a special song...almost anything can be magical.
Perhaps instead of thinking that each day is filled with the same-old, same-old, I just need to recognize the magic in the everyday.
I think I'll go wave my princess wand now and enjoy how magical it makes me feel.
Clearly, it doesn't display my face. No witty sayings, no holiday significance. Just a magic princess wand. It was given to me by some very special people at a special time. I don't think I could even explain why it was such a great gift.
But I've used this photo to remind me to look for the magic in life every day, wand or not. Call it a blessing, luck, faith, fate, miracle, or whatever fits into your personal beliefs.
Magic comes in all shapes and sizes. Maybe it's winning big in the lottery, or perhaps you found a forgotten $20 bill in your jeans. You might get an interview for a job you'd forgotten you even applied for, or you might get an email from a friend you haven't seen in years. Could be a lavish gift, could be an unexpected text when you're feeling down. A butterfly, a new baby, a show of affection, a shooting star, a special song...almost anything can be magical.
Perhaps instead of thinking that each day is filled with the same-old, same-old, I just need to recognize the magic in the everyday.
I think I'll go wave my princess wand now and enjoy how magical it makes me feel.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Arrrrr! Another Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Avast! Here it is, September 19 already: Talk Like a Pirate Day.
I haven't been on Twitter much today to celebrate. I did update my Facebook photo, however, and am viewing my news feed in "Pirate" rather than standard English. Shiver me timbers, I'm not even sure that I have rum in the house! Who hid my rum?
I did make a trip to Menarrrrrrds. Perhaps I'll listen to some Dionne Warrrrrrwick. I could watch some Doctor Who with one of my favorite aliens: Strax, a Sontarrrrrran.
Yeah, I guess I don't have much pirate-speak in me today. A few years ago I tried some puns. I swear I was not enjoying grog at the time! Perhaps not my best work, but I have to participate in the holiday even if it's recycled material.
Be sure to stay away from planks, and have a scurvy day!
I haven't been on Twitter much today to celebrate. I did update my Facebook photo, however, and am viewing my news feed in "Pirate" rather than standard English. Shiver me timbers, I'm not even sure that I have rum in the house! Who hid my rum?
I did make a trip to Menarrrrrrds. Perhaps I'll listen to some Dionne Warrrrrrwick. I could watch some Doctor Who with one of my favorite aliens: Strax, a Sontarrrrrran.
Yeah, I guess I don't have much pirate-speak in me today. A few years ago I tried some puns. I swear I was not enjoying grog at the time! Perhaps not my best work, but I have to participate in the holiday even if it's recycled material.
Be sure to stay away from planks, and have a scurvy day!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
I Have Not Forgotten
Yes, my flag is waving off the front porch today. I haven't forgotten. I am reminded to be thankful that I was not there, nor was anyone I know.
What else can be said? I just reread my post from the 10th anniversary of the attacks. There's nothing new I can add to it.
I doubt that anyone needs a reminder, but learn from the past, be grateful for the present, be hopeful for the future, and...remember.
What else can be said? I just reread my post from the 10th anniversary of the attacks. There's nothing new I can add to it.
I doubt that anyone needs a reminder, but learn from the past, be grateful for the present, be hopeful for the future, and...remember.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Where Did the Summer Go?
OK, so summer isn't technically over. We've got a few days until Labor Day and a few weeks until the autumnal equinox. (Autumnal. Isn't that a fun word?)
And I wasn't technically on summer vacation. Number one, I'm not a student with summers off. Number two, I do not at the present time have a job from which I could take vacation.
And OK, I'm not by any stretch of the imagination an outdoorsy type, technically. I don't mind the occasional walk, sitting on the dock for a spell, or hanging out around a fire once in a while if the mosquitoes are under control.
But this summer zipped by faster than any in recent memory. Seems like we just finished my son's high-school graduation. Then, before I knew it, we were dropping him off at college.
One minute we were picking out a class ring and graduation announcements, and the next we were buying sheets and towels for the dorm room. One minute (OK, it was nearly 19 years ago) we were waiting to hear if "the rabbit died," and the next we were waving goodbye 200 miles from home.
Yes, the summer surely did pass by quickly.
And I wasn't technically on summer vacation. Number one, I'm not a student with summers off. Number two, I do not at the present time have a job from which I could take vacation.
And OK, I'm not by any stretch of the imagination an outdoorsy type, technically. I don't mind the occasional walk, sitting on the dock for a spell, or hanging out around a fire once in a while if the mosquitoes are under control.
But this summer zipped by faster than any in recent memory. Seems like we just finished my son's high-school graduation. Then, before I knew it, we were dropping him off at college.
One minute we were picking out a class ring and graduation announcements, and the next we were buying sheets and towels for the dorm room. One minute (OK, it was nearly 19 years ago) we were waiting to hear if "the rabbit died," and the next we were waving goodbye 200 miles from home.
Yes, the summer surely did pass by quickly.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Another First Day of School
As I start to write this, a fairly relaxing weekend is coming to a close. The next few days will be bustling, however, as we prepare for another first day of school. But this time, it will be a bit different, as the school is almost 200 miles from here. Yes, The Boy is about to begin a new adventure at college. Naturally, this whole experience has been on my mind a lot lately, as I'm sure it has been his (though from a different perspective).
But the more I think about it, the more it seems like we've been through it all before. It seems like the first day of college might have a lot in common with the first day of kindergarten.
In no particular order (and from a mom's point of view, though dads may find themselves in the same position)...
It means an entirely new daily routine. A 5-year-old may be used to spending the whole day at home or with friends at daycare. Mom has probably been waking up at the same time and making sure everyone starts their day on time. Now, the student will be eating breakfast at a different time in a different place and with different people. And this mom certainly won't be calling to make sure he doesn't hit the snooze alarm too many times! Dinner won't be when Mom says it's ready. It will be when class is done and the cafeteria is open. And don't forget about working out a schedule for using the shower!
It means a different site for naptime. A preschooler might be used to curling up in their own bed or on their own mat for a little break during the day. Soon, the college student will be looking for secluded couches scattered around campus or learning the roommate's schedule to know when he will be out of the room.
It means a lot of new faces and friends. The familiar playgroup broke up like an old rock band. The lunch-table crew has scattered in dozens of directions. But the process of making friends is still pretty much the same: Just find common interests and take it from there.
It means learning a new set of skills. Thirteen years ago the goals were to practice writing the alphabet and sharing the crayons. Now it will focus on more mature literary analysis or scientific reasoning. In each case, it's about building upon what you already know, but in college I don't think they make you skip recess for not trying your best.
It means sharing a good portion of your day with one person in particular. Kindergarten is a good place to use the buddy system: two people who always sit next to each other, walk in line together, get their coats on together. College takes it one step further by taking two strangers and magically making them "roommates." Let's hope everyone got a satisfactory grade in "plays well with others."
It means finding your place within the "society." The preschooler may have been someone's favorite, or the funny one, or the LEGO expert. The senior may have been a jock, or a math geek, or a music kid. You just get comfortable with where you fit into the big picture. Now you've got to explore some more to find your groove in a new environment.
It means shopping for new school supplies (yay!). It used to be fat crayons, tissues for the classroom, and a blunt-tip scissors. Now it may be a graphing calculator, lots of pens, and sheets and towels. Hey, any chance to check out what's new in an office-supply store is fine by me!
Kindergarten isn't necessarily better or worse than being 4 years old. And being a college freshman isn't necessarily better or worse than being a high-school senior. It's just...different. Just another leg on this journey we call "life." Sorry, does that sound trite or melodramatic? Cut me some slack. My "baby" is leaving for college!
But the more I think about it, the more it seems like we've been through it all before. It seems like the first day of college might have a lot in common with the first day of kindergarten.
In no particular order (and from a mom's point of view, though dads may find themselves in the same position)...
It means an entirely new daily routine. A 5-year-old may be used to spending the whole day at home or with friends at daycare. Mom has probably been waking up at the same time and making sure everyone starts their day on time. Now, the student will be eating breakfast at a different time in a different place and with different people. And this mom certainly won't be calling to make sure he doesn't hit the snooze alarm too many times! Dinner won't be when Mom says it's ready. It will be when class is done and the cafeteria is open. And don't forget about working out a schedule for using the shower!
It means a different site for naptime. A preschooler might be used to curling up in their own bed or on their own mat for a little break during the day. Soon, the college student will be looking for secluded couches scattered around campus or learning the roommate's schedule to know when he will be out of the room.
It means a lot of new faces and friends. The familiar playgroup broke up like an old rock band. The lunch-table crew has scattered in dozens of directions. But the process of making friends is still pretty much the same: Just find common interests and take it from there.
It means learning a new set of skills. Thirteen years ago the goals were to practice writing the alphabet and sharing the crayons. Now it will focus on more mature literary analysis or scientific reasoning. In each case, it's about building upon what you already know, but in college I don't think they make you skip recess for not trying your best.
It means sharing a good portion of your day with one person in particular. Kindergarten is a good place to use the buddy system: two people who always sit next to each other, walk in line together, get their coats on together. College takes it one step further by taking two strangers and magically making them "roommates." Let's hope everyone got a satisfactory grade in "plays well with others."
It means finding your place within the "society." The preschooler may have been someone's favorite, or the funny one, or the LEGO expert. The senior may have been a jock, or a math geek, or a music kid. You just get comfortable with where you fit into the big picture. Now you've got to explore some more to find your groove in a new environment.
It means shopping for new school supplies (yay!). It used to be fat crayons, tissues for the classroom, and a blunt-tip scissors. Now it may be a graphing calculator, lots of pens, and sheets and towels. Hey, any chance to check out what's new in an office-supply store is fine by me!
Kindergarten isn't necessarily better or worse than being 4 years old. And being a college freshman isn't necessarily better or worse than being a high-school senior. It's just...different. Just another leg on this journey we call "life." Sorry, does that sound trite or melodramatic? Cut me some slack. My "baby" is leaving for college!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Music for the Sake of Music
Just got back from a concert by a symphony orchestra, a string orchestra, and a wind ensemble. Wow, we live in a talented community!
Sure, the main reason I went was to watch my son perform. I do like to watch him play! There were other familiar faces, too, from his high-school days. So much skill and artistry in one place!
But the more I think about this particular group, the more I am impressed by its existence. As I recall, a local music teacher formed an ensemble a few years ago so they still had a chance to perform during the summer. It was made up primarily of current and former students he knew. They played challenging pieces, but it was sort of informal, with their first concert at a coffeehouse that supports the arts.
In just a few seasons, it's grown into three ensembles, to include both string and wind instruments. At this evening's show, he pointed out that the youngest member of the group is entering eighth grade, and the oldest is the parent of one entering the ninth. That's quite a diverse group, spanning many ability levels. Plus, there are other participants performing at different times as soloists or in duets and such.
But the best part is, in my opinion, is that they have all joined the group just because they want to! That's right. They don't get paid, and they don't get school credit. I don't think there's any formal audition process like one might find in a civic symphony or similar group. They rehearse a couple of nights a week through the summer to prepare for this one concert. They play music...for the sake of music.
That's a beautiful thing.
According to their mission statement, the organization wants to provide the community as a whole with opportunities to create music and enjoy music at a high level. I consider myself lucky to live in a community like that.
Every time I go to a concert, of course, I get the urge to bring out my clarinet again. It would take some time and dedication to get back in shape (I've lost my "chops" after so many years!), but this group might just be the motivation I need to really try and see how much of it comes back to me. My son is headed off to college, but perhaps I'll try to join the group. I don't really miss tryouts and competitions and that side of performing. But I must admit that I often miss playing music...just for the sake of music.
Sure, the main reason I went was to watch my son perform. I do like to watch him play! There were other familiar faces, too, from his high-school days. So much skill and artistry in one place!
But the more I think about this particular group, the more I am impressed by its existence. As I recall, a local music teacher formed an ensemble a few years ago so they still had a chance to perform during the summer. It was made up primarily of current and former students he knew. They played challenging pieces, but it was sort of informal, with their first concert at a coffeehouse that supports the arts.
In just a few seasons, it's grown into three ensembles, to include both string and wind instruments. At this evening's show, he pointed out that the youngest member of the group is entering eighth grade, and the oldest is the parent of one entering the ninth. That's quite a diverse group, spanning many ability levels. Plus, there are other participants performing at different times as soloists or in duets and such.
But the best part is, in my opinion, is that they have all joined the group just because they want to! That's right. They don't get paid, and they don't get school credit. I don't think there's any formal audition process like one might find in a civic symphony or similar group. They rehearse a couple of nights a week through the summer to prepare for this one concert. They play music...for the sake of music.
That's a beautiful thing.
According to their mission statement, the organization wants to provide the community as a whole with opportunities to create music and enjoy music at a high level. I consider myself lucky to live in a community like that.
Every time I go to a concert, of course, I get the urge to bring out my clarinet again. It would take some time and dedication to get back in shape (I've lost my "chops" after so many years!), but this group might just be the motivation I need to really try and see how much of it comes back to me. My son is headed off to college, but perhaps I'll try to join the group. I don't really miss tryouts and competitions and that side of performing. But I must admit that I often miss playing music...just for the sake of music.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Know Your Audience
When referring to my blog, I can't really say I have an "audience."
I don't have many followers, though I appreciate those that try to stay current with what I've got to say. I hope you know that I check in on your blogs, as well.
If I'm particularly proud of a post, I may share it on Facebook. In those cases, I'll get some extra visitors. People are more likely to read it when you ask them to!
Every now and again there seem to be some folks who drop by accident. I think they're frequently looking for another "red pen." There are plenty of them out there with lots of different things to say. But I don't mind. Perhaps some of these visitors will see something they like and come back again some time.
But sometimes, I can't for the life of me figure out how someone found my blog. They haven't come from Facebook or Twitter or as a result of a typical web search. Perhaps they're just browsing blogs by a "Sandy" or a "proofreader." Maybe a friend shared a link to one of my posts. I guess those visits shall just remain one of the minor mysteries of life.
Then I realized: It doesn't matter! Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the visits no matter the path they took to get here. But I've never really written for the purpose of gaining an audience. It's just me sort of thinking out loud. Knowing that someone else can get some momentary enjoyment from what I've got to say is nice. But it's more important to me that I have a few thoughts that can share "on paper."
So please, if you're here, keep reading! I may not know you, but if you stay awhile you'll probably learn a little bit about me.
I simply write...because I can. I write for me. I am my audience. And by writing, perhaps I will get to know myself better.
But sometimes, I can't for the life of me figure out how someone found my blog. They haven't come from Facebook or Twitter or as a result of a typical web search. Perhaps they're just browsing blogs by a "Sandy" or a "proofreader." Maybe a friend shared a link to one of my posts. I guess those visits shall just remain one of the minor mysteries of life.
Then I realized: It doesn't matter! Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the visits no matter the path they took to get here. But I've never really written for the purpose of gaining an audience. It's just me sort of thinking out loud. Knowing that someone else can get some momentary enjoyment from what I've got to say is nice. But it's more important to me that I have a few thoughts that can share "on paper."
So please, if you're here, keep reading! I may not know you, but if you stay awhile you'll probably learn a little bit about me.
I simply write...because I can. I write for me. I am my audience. And by writing, perhaps I will get to know myself better.
Note: I guess I should review previous posts before composing a new one. It looks like I touched on this subject a bit last year in Why Write? But since I don't have too many repeat readers, you probably haven't seen that one before. :-D
Monday, July 22, 2013
Not a Milestone Yet
This is my 92nd published post, though I also have a few "drafts" that might merit revisiting. When I hit 100, that will be a reason to celebrate, no? I'd better put on my thinking cap and come up with a few more worthwhile ideas. I will be celebrating another personal milestone in two months that revolves another round number. Let's just see if I can get the timing on those two things to align properly....
Note: I realize this is pretty short as far as posts go. No matter. I'm counting it as #92 anyway!
Note: I realize this is pretty short as far as posts go. No matter. I'm counting it as #92 anyway!
Monday, July 15, 2013
I Like Social Media Because...
I frequently take different social media sites for granted. They're not as "new and exciting" as they used to be; they're just a part of everyday life. But sometimes I really appreciate having so many ways to communicate. In no particular order, these are some reasons that have recently come to mind.
It makes me feel "cool." OK, on society's cool-o-meter, I may not even register. (The fact that I used a term like "cool-o-meter" proves that.) But in my own little world, I finally feel like one of the cool kids. I blog, I tweet, I use Facebook, I'm familiar with my Klout score, and I even have a Pinterest board. I know some of the lingo. (Really, Sandy? Lingo?) My eyes don't glaze over when I see the terms on TV or online. And it helps when I'm having a conversation with a younger person to understand the social media they use. Sure, they'll always be one (or ten) steps ahead when it comes to what's popular, but at least I don't feel miles behind. It doesn't hurt that I post on Twitter to my niece and get a response, or post pop culture references on another nieces's Facebook timeline and not have her figuratively roll her eyes at the "old lady." (If they do snicker at me, they hide it quite well!)
It isn't difficult to find others who share your interests. I learned this early in my Twitter life. There are people out there who love the Oxford comma as much as I do! There are people out there who obsess over grammar more than I do! Fans of the show Firefly? Out there (in more ways than one). Faithful Psych-watchers? All over the place! Pick a show, a celebrity, a food, a hobby...you might be surprised that you're not the only one. If you want to interact with people who like the same things as you, and your family is sick of hearing you ramble on that River Song is Melody Pond (spoilers!), you can find them with social media.
Speaking of celebrities... Do you remember writing good old-fashioned fan letters? (Do you remember writing plain old letters?) I specifically remember sending one each to Scott Baio ("Chachi," as in "Joanie Loves..."), Lee Curreri ("Bruno" in Fame), and Philip Michael Thomas ("Tubbs" in Miami Vice). There may have also been notes to David Cassidy and Donny Osmond, but that I can neither confirm nor deny. Nowadays, if you want to try to connect with an entertainer, you can "like" their Facebook page or follow them on Twitter. I realize that they rarely talk directly to you, but you can feel closer to them than when you were young and hung their posters on your wall. (I know I'm not the only one who did that!). It's nice to have interaction with someone, knowing they read your stuff, but I get an extra kick out of getting a retweet or some other response from a "famous" person. Makes that "six degrees" theory seem realistic!
While we're on the subject of television, there's something extra-special about how immediate a response can be. There was a time when we had to wait 10 or 12 hours to discuss who shot J.R. Now, a show's season premiere or finale can be a Twitter trending topic in moments. Facebook posts can be filled with references to a touchdown or a referee's bad call almost instantaneously. You can look to your favorite site to fill you in on a scene you missed or share your theories about which character isn't going to make it to next season. There is almost always somebody else watching the same thing as you. I have to laugh, though, at people who ask that their friends refrain from posting about a show because they can't watch it until later. Sure, a hundred people could change their habit just for you. Or, um, you could maybe possibly just stay away from your social media for an evening... I am not that addicted to any site!
Family is more important than television. Some folks may retreat to their computers and avoid interacting with people in their own homes. I'm sure I have my moments, but overall we still have conversations as a family. But what about the extended family? Other than those under the same roof, I don't have any relatives in town. Again, back in the "old days," people would write letters and send photos through the mail. There's nothing wrong with that, and we could use more of it. (Nothing quite like holding a piece of paper in your hand and reading what someone has written just to you.) But not everyone has the talent or the time for that. And when you sit down with a pen, everything you wanted to say seems to have suddenly escaped you. Enter Facebook. Someone can--with the proper privacy settings, of course--post a picture of their new baby or new house or new pair of shoes for all their interested friends to see. (And if you don't really care about shoes, feel free to skip past that particular post.) Here's one place you can share important moments, and some totally ordinary moments, in your life with just a few clicks and keystrokes. I'm able to watch my great-nephews grow and get cuter on a regular basis. If it weren't for social media, I might have to be satisfied with a quick visit on a major holiday. I've connected with friends who had been off my radar since high school or college. With sites like these, I've discovered that we still have things in common, and have re-discovered why we became friends in the first place. It may sound corny, but with a little effort, social sites can make for closer connections with those you choose to have in your life.
Honestly, I'm not just shilling for any of the sites I've mentioned. They wouldn't particularly care what I have to say, anyway. But for any holdouts who haven't gotten their feet wet in the world of social media, you might just find something there you like. Now, I wonder if Scott Baio has a Twitter account...
It makes me feel "cool." OK, on society's cool-o-meter, I may not even register. (The fact that I used a term like "cool-o-meter" proves that.) But in my own little world, I finally feel like one of the cool kids. I blog, I tweet, I use Facebook, I'm familiar with my Klout score, and I even have a Pinterest board. I know some of the lingo. (Really, Sandy? Lingo?) My eyes don't glaze over when I see the terms on TV or online. And it helps when I'm having a conversation with a younger person to understand the social media they use. Sure, they'll always be one (or ten) steps ahead when it comes to what's popular, but at least I don't feel miles behind. It doesn't hurt that I post on Twitter to my niece and get a response, or post pop culture references on another nieces's Facebook timeline and not have her figuratively roll her eyes at the "old lady." (If they do snicker at me, they hide it quite well!)
It isn't difficult to find others who share your interests. I learned this early in my Twitter life. There are people out there who love the Oxford comma as much as I do! There are people out there who obsess over grammar more than I do! Fans of the show Firefly? Out there (in more ways than one). Faithful Psych-watchers? All over the place! Pick a show, a celebrity, a food, a hobby...you might be surprised that you're not the only one. If you want to interact with people who like the same things as you, and your family is sick of hearing you ramble on that River Song is Melody Pond (spoilers!), you can find them with social media.
Speaking of celebrities... Do you remember writing good old-fashioned fan letters? (Do you remember writing plain old letters?) I specifically remember sending one each to Scott Baio ("Chachi," as in "Joanie Loves..."), Lee Curreri ("Bruno" in Fame), and Philip Michael Thomas ("Tubbs" in Miami Vice). There may have also been notes to David Cassidy and Donny Osmond, but that I can neither confirm nor deny. Nowadays, if you want to try to connect with an entertainer, you can "like" their Facebook page or follow them on Twitter. I realize that they rarely talk directly to you, but you can feel closer to them than when you were young and hung their posters on your wall. (I know I'm not the only one who did that!). It's nice to have interaction with someone, knowing they read your stuff, but I get an extra kick out of getting a retweet or some other response from a "famous" person. Makes that "six degrees" theory seem realistic!
While we're on the subject of television, there's something extra-special about how immediate a response can be. There was a time when we had to wait 10 or 12 hours to discuss who shot J.R. Now, a show's season premiere or finale can be a Twitter trending topic in moments. Facebook posts can be filled with references to a touchdown or a referee's bad call almost instantaneously. You can look to your favorite site to fill you in on a scene you missed or share your theories about which character isn't going to make it to next season. There is almost always somebody else watching the same thing as you. I have to laugh, though, at people who ask that their friends refrain from posting about a show because they can't watch it until later. Sure, a hundred people could change their habit just for you. Or, um, you could maybe possibly just stay away from your social media for an evening... I am not that addicted to any site!
Family is more important than television. Some folks may retreat to their computers and avoid interacting with people in their own homes. I'm sure I have my moments, but overall we still have conversations as a family. But what about the extended family? Other than those under the same roof, I don't have any relatives in town. Again, back in the "old days," people would write letters and send photos through the mail. There's nothing wrong with that, and we could use more of it. (Nothing quite like holding a piece of paper in your hand and reading what someone has written just to you.) But not everyone has the talent or the time for that. And when you sit down with a pen, everything you wanted to say seems to have suddenly escaped you. Enter Facebook. Someone can--with the proper privacy settings, of course--post a picture of their new baby or new house or new pair of shoes for all their interested friends to see. (And if you don't really care about shoes, feel free to skip past that particular post.) Here's one place you can share important moments, and some totally ordinary moments, in your life with just a few clicks and keystrokes. I'm able to watch my great-nephews grow and get cuter on a regular basis. If it weren't for social media, I might have to be satisfied with a quick visit on a major holiday. I've connected with friends who had been off my radar since high school or college. With sites like these, I've discovered that we still have things in common, and have re-discovered why we became friends in the first place. It may sound corny, but with a little effort, social sites can make for closer connections with those you choose to have in your life.
Honestly, I'm not just shilling for any of the sites I've mentioned. They wouldn't particularly care what I have to say, anyway. But for any holdouts who haven't gotten their feet wet in the world of social media, you might just find something there you like. Now, I wonder if Scott Baio has a Twitter account...
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Glitter-Fly
What shall I call you?
Midge? Mayfly? Lake fly? Bay fly?
You flit about at night
Wherever you find light
Like tiny fireworks on the Fourth of July
Like twirling ribbons from a miniature dance troupe
Like flakes falling on a snow-globe landscape
Like confetti at a birthday you’re celebrating on the porch
You jitter in the air because it is a part of you
You dance like there’s
no tomorrow because, well…for you…
What shall I call you?
Tonight, I shall call you glitter-fly
And silently applaud your sparkly show
Thursday, July 4, 2013
July 4th
The time has come again to celebrate our nation's "birthday."
There generally isn't cake or gifts. There might be some singing, and there will surely be parties of one sort or another. Fireworks are still a big part of many celebrations. Done right, that can still be an impressive and inspiring sight.
But I know that I can use a reminder of what you might call "the reason for the season." This holiday isn't about honoring any one particular person or group or political belief. It's about honoring the much grander concept of our entire country, with all its faults and imperfections. This is a day that should stir patriotism in the heart of every citizen. It's a chance to step back from politics and media and rhetoric and be grateful for all of the freedoms we enjoy.
I'm not suggesting looking at our world through rose-colored glasses (though some that are red, white, and blue might be helpful). No, our elected officials don't always reflect the wants of their constituents. Our government is far from a well-oiled machine. But we are still free to vote and choose what we think is the best option.
We can voice an opinion that runs contrary to any law or politician and not be tortured for it. Sometimes that leads to what might be considered persecution by others in the community. Yet they enjoy the same freedom to express their opinion.
We have crime and poverty and diseases of the body and the mind. But in general, Americans are getting by. (And everyone is free to debate if "getting by" is really enough.)
Our country isn't perfect, and neither are its citizens. But, gosh darn it, this is my country and I am proud to be an American! It took a lot of courage and sacrifice and hard work to establish a nation such as this. And it's taken a lot of courage and sacrifice and hard work along the way to maintain it. Yes, it will continue to take all of those things in the future, too.
In the morning, I will proudly hang my flag on the porch. For all of our troubles, we shouldn't have to ask:
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
It still waves at my house, on holidays and any day I need a little burst of patriotic spirit.
For at least one day, let's try to put our differences aside and not take for granted this great nation we call home. On this Fourth of July, I will take at least one moment to celebrate my country:
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America,
and to the republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with liberty and justice
for all.
Happy birthday, America!
P.S. You can read here about the patriotic feelings I had last year at this time.
P.S. You can read here about the patriotic feelings I had last year at this time.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
What'd You Say?
I recently spent some time with family in my hometown. That's nothing unusual. I visit several times a year and for different reasons: holidays, reunions, or in this case, funerals. Although I was dealing with the emotions surrounding a death in the extended family, that's not what's particularly on my mind right now.
It suddenly became obvious that my family has their own unique pronunciation for certain words. I suppose I've known this for a long time but never admitted it to myself. Not that there's anything wrong with that... Now I just wonder what other words have our own little family twist on them.
Let me give you the example that got me wondering. Perhaps you can relate to listening to "old-timers" talk about buildings that are no longer there, or businesses that used to have a different name, or giving directions that include turning at a corner where such-and-such used to be. I've gotten used to that, and we all see the humor in it. One such locale in our family has long been "Higher Knotts." I used to walk down the street and catch the bus by Higher Knotts. It's that new place down where Higher Knotts used to be. It came up in conversation again, so my niece and I were making good-natured fun of the "mythical" Higher Knotts. My mom started to tell me something about the Ott that owned it and who he was related to or something when it hit me: Ott. As in, a name. Ott. Then she said the other name was H-E-Y-E-R, and seemed to be wondering why I looked so confused. After hearing about this place for more than 40 years, it had literally just been spelled out for me. It wasn't "Higher Knotts." The place they'd always talked about was "Heyer and Ott's." Duh. Enunciation matters, people!
I shouldn't be surprised. There's a little town nearby. I'd always heard it called Brokol. Luckily, once I could read and cared to pay attention to highway signs I saw that it's actually Brokaw. For whatever reason, my folks pronounced it differently, probably because their folks pronounced it differently, probably because... I long ago gave up trying to understand.
Then there's the story of the time my uncle sent one of my cousins to the store to get some off-n-off. She cheerfully went off on her errand. When she couldn't locate such a product, she even asked a clerk for help. Not surprisingly, there didn't seem to be such a product in the store. Imagine her shock when her dad told her, without a trace of hometown family accent, that he simply wanted something to pour in his coffee: half-and-half. That one got repeated at Christmas dinners for years.
The last one that comes to mind is sort of a shorthand version of grace if you're really hungry and don't want to say a long prayer before you eat. My uncle used to rattle off what sounded like Ah bahleeber fahter ahmen. It sounded German, and I always assumed it meant something along the lines of I believe in the Father, amen. After briefly looking around online this evening, I've learned there actually is a mealtime prayer: Abba lieber Vater, amen. It looks like it loosely translates to Father, dear Father, amen. Huh. Who knew that wasn't just a made-up family prayer?
Enunciation can be important to effective communication. But sometimes, it seems, the family that mumbles together stays together.
So for you, dear uncle... Before I drink any coffee with off-n-off, I'll be sure to say Ah bahleeber fahter ahmen.
I shouldn't be surprised. There's a little town nearby. I'd always heard it called Brokol. Luckily, once I could read and cared to pay attention to highway signs I saw that it's actually Brokaw. For whatever reason, my folks pronounced it differently, probably because their folks pronounced it differently, probably because... I long ago gave up trying to understand.
Then there's the story of the time my uncle sent one of my cousins to the store to get some off-n-off. She cheerfully went off on her errand. When she couldn't locate such a product, she even asked a clerk for help. Not surprisingly, there didn't seem to be such a product in the store. Imagine her shock when her dad told her, without a trace of hometown family accent, that he simply wanted something to pour in his coffee: half-and-half. That one got repeated at Christmas dinners for years.
The last one that comes to mind is sort of a shorthand version of grace if you're really hungry and don't want to say a long prayer before you eat. My uncle used to rattle off what sounded like Ah bahleeber fahter ahmen. It sounded German, and I always assumed it meant something along the lines of I believe in the Father, amen. After briefly looking around online this evening, I've learned there actually is a mealtime prayer: Abba lieber Vater, amen. It looks like it loosely translates to Father, dear Father, amen. Huh. Who knew that wasn't just a made-up family prayer?
Enunciation can be important to effective communication. But sometimes, it seems, the family that mumbles together stays together.
So for you, dear uncle... Before I drink any coffee with off-n-off, I'll be sure to say Ah bahleeber fahter ahmen.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
I'm Still Here, Too!
One blogger I follow just posted a piece titled, "Still Here!" That reminded me that I had also not written in a while. There might be, just maybe, a few people who are curious why I haven't posted anything. So, just in case...
I'm still here, too!
I have no earth-shattering reasons to explain my absence, really. Graduation, and the days leading up to it, did take a lot out of me. Then there were post-graduation gatherings to attend or to which I was transporting The Boy. (I suppose since he's going to be a "college man" before too long I should come up with a new nickname.) It was nice to be able to soak it all in then just reeeellllaaaax after.
Spent a few days at my mom's house. Unfortunately, I made the trip to attend my sister's mother-in-law's funeral. On the plus side, if there is one, my schedule was open enough for me to make the short drive, and it gave me a chance to visit with my sister and her husband (and my mom) on their annual visit.
While I was there, I did a little more cleaning of the stuff my mother graciously still allows me to store there. Found my financial aid form and preliminary class scheduling information from my first year here at college. I'm going to compare it to The Boy's info just to remind myself how much things have changed.
Also came across some autograph books from fourth and fifth grades. That's always fun to revisit, both for content and for the simple memories that come back.
I will say that I enjoyed a little drive by myself. My "road trip music" includes Barry Manilow, Hugh Laurie, Rammstein, and Don Ho. Something for each side of me! And, I could sing along whenever I wanted to and at whatever volume made me happy! Yes, Daddy--I watched for deer. Didn't hit or see any.
Coming soon is college orientation for The Boy. Three jam-packed days for incoming freshmen and their parents. It will be nice to get a more in-depth tour of the campus, and I think it will be a good introduction for him, as well. It must be a worthwhile program or they wouldn't offer five different opportunities for students to go!
Summer's here, officially, with all its heat and humidity. But I'm not about to complain. I wouldn't trade this for winter with snowdrifts and bitter cold. Honestly, I enjoy that we have all four seasons here. I don't know if I'd choose to always have sunny and warm OR snowy and cold. Guess I've always been a middle-of-the-road kind of gal.
So...that's it. Nothing too newsworthy. Just day-to-day life. (Gee, I seem rather fond of hyphens in this post! And exclamation points!) But if you've followed me here at all, you know that I typically write only when inspiration hits. I'll let you know next time that happens.
I'm still here, too!
I have no earth-shattering reasons to explain my absence, really. Graduation, and the days leading up to it, did take a lot out of me. Then there were post-graduation gatherings to attend or to which I was transporting The Boy. (I suppose since he's going to be a "college man" before too long I should come up with a new nickname.) It was nice to be able to soak it all in then just reeeellllaaaax after.
Spent a few days at my mom's house. Unfortunately, I made the trip to attend my sister's mother-in-law's funeral. On the plus side, if there is one, my schedule was open enough for me to make the short drive, and it gave me a chance to visit with my sister and her husband (and my mom) on their annual visit.
While I was there, I did a little more cleaning of the stuff my mother graciously still allows me to store there. Found my financial aid form and preliminary class scheduling information from my first year here at college. I'm going to compare it to The Boy's info just to remind myself how much things have changed.
Also came across some autograph books from fourth and fifth grades. That's always fun to revisit, both for content and for the simple memories that come back.
I will say that I enjoyed a little drive by myself. My "road trip music" includes Barry Manilow, Hugh Laurie, Rammstein, and Don Ho. Something for each side of me! And, I could sing along whenever I wanted to and at whatever volume made me happy! Yes, Daddy--I watched for deer. Didn't hit or see any.
Coming soon is college orientation for The Boy. Three jam-packed days for incoming freshmen and their parents. It will be nice to get a more in-depth tour of the campus, and I think it will be a good introduction for him, as well. It must be a worthwhile program or they wouldn't offer five different opportunities for students to go!
Summer's here, officially, with all its heat and humidity. But I'm not about to complain. I wouldn't trade this for winter with snowdrifts and bitter cold. Honestly, I enjoy that we have all four seasons here. I don't know if I'd choose to always have sunny and warm OR snowy and cold. Guess I've always been a middle-of-the-road kind of gal.
So...that's it. Nothing too newsworthy. Just day-to-day life. (Gee, I seem rather fond of hyphens in this post! And exclamation points!) But if you've followed me here at all, you know that I typically write only when inspiration hits. I'll let you know next time that happens.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Graduation Eve
'Twas the night before graduation and in all the homes,
Not a student was studying, not one single tome.
The gowns were all hung in the closet with care
So they'd be neat and tidy for the seniors to wear.
Teenagers were getting ready to climb into bed,
While visions of mortarboards danced in their heads.
Remembering the child that used to sit in their lap,
Mom and Dad closed their eyes for a much-needed nap.
For yesterday's babies had come to the age
When it was their turn to walk across the stage.
There was sure to be pomp and much circumstance,
And there may even be a little happy dance.
Speakers will inspire and perhaps make us smile,
And it's clear that the hard work has been very worthwhile.
Then it's time to receive the diplomas, hard-earned.
So much they've grown, and so much they've learned.
Some call it "commencement," and others, "graduation."
But whatever the word, it's a day of celebration.
On this day you should feel like a king or a queen.
Congratulations to all--the class of 2013!
Not a student was studying, not one single tome.
The gowns were all hung in the closet with care
So they'd be neat and tidy for the seniors to wear.
Teenagers were getting ready to climb into bed,
While visions of mortarboards danced in their heads.
Remembering the child that used to sit in their lap,
Mom and Dad closed their eyes for a much-needed nap.
For yesterday's babies had come to the age
When it was their turn to walk across the stage.
There was sure to be pomp and much circumstance,
And there may even be a little happy dance.
Speakers will inspire and perhaps make us smile,
And it's clear that the hard work has been very worthwhile.
Then it's time to receive the diplomas, hard-earned.
So much they've grown, and so much they've learned.
Some call it "commencement," and others, "graduation."
But whatever the word, it's a day of celebration.
On this day you should feel like a king or a queen.
Congratulations to all--the class of 2013!
Monday, May 27, 2013
We Will Remember
It seems like we should wish each other a "Happy Memorial Day." And I wouldn't suggest that we shouldn't feel happy about today's celebrations and gatherings and the fact that summer is almost here.
But I consciously remind myself that today is about remembering.
Today, we remember the Army is, "proud of all we have done, fighting till the battle's won."
Today, we remember the Navy will, "never change our course, so vicious foe steer shy."
Today, we remember the Air Force will, "live in fame or go down in flame."
Today, we remember the Marines are, "first to fight for right and freedom."
Today, we might not understand or agree with the "why" of any war or military action.
Today, we might know members of the armed forces, or we might have only read about them in history books.
Today, our political party, religious affiliation, race, gender, and age don't matter.
Today, it doesn't matter when or where or under what circumstances.
Today, we remember those men and women who answered the call of their nation and served to the best of their ability.
Today, we remember those who gave everything.
Today, we remember those who did not come home.
Today, we remember the words of Abraham Lincoln.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--
that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause
for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--
that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain--
that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom--
and that government of the people, by the people, for the people,
shall not perish from the earth.
Today, I proudly display my American flag. Today, I am grateful I have not personally lost anyone serving. Today, I remember the sacrifices. Today, I offer thanks to all who have served.
Today--and every day--we will remember.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Mother's Day Musings
How does one define a "perfect" mother?
Does she run a household like June Cleaver? Or more like Joan Crawford? Or maybe like Roseanne? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she cook like Granny Clampett or like Julia Child? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she do everything for her children? Or does she make them do for themselves? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she heap praise on everything you do? Or is she more likely to hurl insults? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
She might take you shopping, or she might take you fishing. She might enjoy listening to Blue Velvet or Back in Black or Purple Haze. She might read to you one night and watch TV with you the next (everything in moderation!).
Moms sometimes stand next to your crib to make sure you're breathing. Once you're grown, they might stop by and peek in your kitchen window. Other moms are looking down on you from heaven. A mother never really wants to stop checking in with you...just to be sure you're OK.
Do you want to be just like her or hope you have nothing in common? Either way, your mother taught you about being a parent. You can choose to use her as an ideal model or as an example of what not to do. Do you have "issues" that you've blamed on your mother? Then it's time to start taking responsibility for your own life and try to fix what you think is broken. Are you happy with yourself and how you've turned out? Then thank your mother for helping to mold you into the person you've become. Nobody can tell you what it will be like when you are a mother. It can be a lot of trial and error. You just keep doing your best.
So what is a "perfect" mother? I can't imagine any mother who would get a perfect score on every scale or in every opinion. But I know that my mom is the perfect mom for me. And your mom is just perfect for you. Whatever your relationship with her is or was, be thankful for your mother. You wouldn't be you without her.
Does she run a household like June Cleaver? Or more like Joan Crawford? Or maybe like Roseanne? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she cook like Granny Clampett or like Julia Child? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she do everything for her children? Or does she make them do for themselves? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
Does she heap praise on everything you do? Or is she more likely to hurl insults? Most moms are somewhere in-between.
She might take you shopping, or she might take you fishing. She might enjoy listening to Blue Velvet or Back in Black or Purple Haze. She might read to you one night and watch TV with you the next (everything in moderation!).
Moms sometimes stand next to your crib to make sure you're breathing. Once you're grown, they might stop by and peek in your kitchen window. Other moms are looking down on you from heaven. A mother never really wants to stop checking in with you...just to be sure you're OK.
Do you want to be just like her or hope you have nothing in common? Either way, your mother taught you about being a parent. You can choose to use her as an ideal model or as an example of what not to do. Do you have "issues" that you've blamed on your mother? Then it's time to start taking responsibility for your own life and try to fix what you think is broken. Are you happy with yourself and how you've turned out? Then thank your mother for helping to mold you into the person you've become. Nobody can tell you what it will be like when you are a mother. It can be a lot of trial and error. You just keep doing your best.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Stuff's Gettin' Real!
I knew I was overdue composing a post, but I hadn't gotten any inspiration.
I started something chronicling my hair lengths/colors/cuts, and how that all doesn't really matter because, after all, it's only hair.
I was momentarily taken aback by the realization that my nieces just turned 30. Was having some trouble processing that. But I'll surely be writing more about age as I approach a milestone birthday this fall. No sense in letting that be a topic too often.
I had a lovely evening with the girlfriends at a concert by two Wisconsin "musical humorists." It was a fabulous show, full of laughs. And the company ensures a rejuvenating time. Imagine my surprise, too, when I learned that my sister had seen the same duo years ago. It's not unusual that we would both enjoy the music, but since they aren't exactly a Top 40 act, to find anyone familiar with them was unexpected. But my sister? Who knew?
But then, my son came home from school today...with his cap and gown. As in, mortarboard...as in, graduation. It's just about a month away. Now, it's obviously not a surprise. I knew it was coming. It hit me once earlier this year when we ordered announcements and such. I got a jolt when he reached his 18th birthday. It hit me again when we visited the university he plans to attend this fall. But it whacked me even harder today. One might say it hit me like a brick. The actual gown, the printed announcements with fancy script and vellum-like insert. Can't deny it, and I don't want to, of course. The next big chapter in his life (and mine) is about to begin. It's not a far off "someday." It's real. As I said in January, wow!
The class motto in his announcement is a quotation of John F. Kennedy, in part, "Change is the law of life." I am a law-abiding citizen, and this is a law I wouldn't dream of breaking.
I started something chronicling my hair lengths/colors/cuts, and how that all doesn't really matter because, after all, it's only hair.
I was momentarily taken aback by the realization that my nieces just turned 30. Was having some trouble processing that. But I'll surely be writing more about age as I approach a milestone birthday this fall. No sense in letting that be a topic too often.
I had a lovely evening with the girlfriends at a concert by two Wisconsin "musical humorists." It was a fabulous show, full of laughs. And the company ensures a rejuvenating time. Imagine my surprise, too, when I learned that my sister had seen the same duo years ago. It's not unusual that we would both enjoy the music, but since they aren't exactly a Top 40 act, to find anyone familiar with them was unexpected. But my sister? Who knew?
But then, my son came home from school today...with his cap and gown. As in, mortarboard...as in, graduation. It's just about a month away. Now, it's obviously not a surprise. I knew it was coming. It hit me once earlier this year when we ordered announcements and such. I got a jolt when he reached his 18th birthday. It hit me again when we visited the university he plans to attend this fall. But it whacked me even harder today. One might say it hit me like a brick. The actual gown, the printed announcements with fancy script and vellum-like insert. Can't deny it, and I don't want to, of course. The next big chapter in his life (and mine) is about to begin. It's not a far off "someday." It's real. As I said in January, wow!
The class motto in his announcement is a quotation of John F. Kennedy, in part, "Change is the law of life." I am a law-abiding citizen, and this is a law I wouldn't dream of breaking.
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