I have too many clothes. I have tried to thin them out every spring and early winter. I have so many that they get wrinkled hanging there, smashed into each other. And I don’t iron. Besides these are perm press. Although you wouldn’t know it after they have been in there a while.
I do wear them all, some time…just some of them more than others.
But why do I need so many? Would people notice if I wore the same outfit two weeks in a row? Or even twice a week? After all, if I go into a nursing home, I will only have 3 change of clothes. Lol.
Yes, I really should do something about all those pants and shirts… and then there is a drawer full of t shirts. In fact I have 3 drawers full. One for my tees with saying on them. One for the tank top type, and one that is just plain colors.
Remember when we were in high school, we had to take a attitude test to see what we may want to do for our life’s work?
I can remember it being about 10 pages long. Multiple answers to chose from.
Mine came back journalism and mechanic. I remember thinking at the time… was I going to be a writer for a mechanic book? But this is as close as I came to it.
Some how I ended up in the secretary classes. Mom thought I should be a legal secretary. Dad thought I should be a nurse. Neither one appealed to me.
So over the years I was, working in the Naval Exchange office, waitress, short order cook, toy store clerk, manufacture payroll dept. (I counted piece work for the payroll dept.). I even smashed cars for scrap iron. Ending up being a nurses aide for the longest of all of these. For 17 years. And still dabble in it.
That is the closest that I made it to Dad’s wishes. Never had wanted to be a nurse. They didn’t have the closeness to the resident/patient, that the aides have.
So did you become what your attitude test said you would become?
When I was a child, of about 12, I was walking by a church. There was music. And the wonderful smells of food. So I sat on the stone ledge across the street to watch.
It was the Catholic church, which was attended by mostly Portuguese. And this was the Feast. I never knew what the feast was about, being a non Catholic. Jesus Savior Church was the name of the church.
They would have the Feast on the lawn on the side street next to the church there would be wonderful happy music, and the smell of food was heavenly.
It wasn't until I was in my teens that I got brave enough to go across the street, and to get a sandwich. It was a Chorizo sandwich. The best tasting meat ever. Even to this day.
We came to Idaho from R.I. 26 years ago. We were here for 2 weeks, when the school informed us that there was lice in the school. For the parents to check their kids.
So, here we were, our stuff still pretty much still packed in the bus we used to move out here. And we were staying with friends in the Vay area. So the two of us checked the kids. Being I had no experience with this, I had to follow my friend’s lead.
She found lice on one of her kids. So the We had to go thru the routine of washing everything we own. Luckily, like I said, Most of our things were still packed. But We had to wash everything she had.
Now you have to understand, they lived in a house without water. Well, they had running water, as the joke went in their house. You ran out to the well and pumped it up. So it was to the Laundromat we had to go, To do all the wash. Sheets, blankets..everything.
And then…. The bath and head shampoos. IN the outhouse. Boil water, mix with cold, Take it to the outhouse, have the kid wash. Boil the next one for rinse. This was for 5 of mine and 3 of hers.
You haven’t lived until you have washed 8 kids in an outhouse. Told my kids.. Welcome to Idaho!!
This is going to be kind of a repeat.... I wrote it in May. I wrote it because the young man was working on his truck with his grand father. They had done some body work and painted the truck.
But today.... this young man turns 18. A pretty big day in all of our lives. His mother, his grandfather and I. We have one more coming up in June. And that will be the day he walks across the stage to get his diploma. I am sure there will be a lot more for his mother and he to enjoy. And Lord willing we will get to some of those too. But these two marks of life are the big ones we looked forward to, with great joy as with sadness. Sadness as he won't need us as much.
I have as you can see from the sideline 16 grandchildren. But this one is the only local one. The only one were we have been the support system. Not in money, but when ever Mom couldn't be there, we were. And some times together. So today.... we celebrate his entering adulthood. We wish him well, as we sit in the bleachers of life to see him run the field of life.
There was a boy.... There was a boy who came to my house.
He and I would go to the park to play keep
away to hone his soccer skills.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And over the years, work would be done in the
yard with dutiful breaks for lunch and such.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And Spring was egg coloring with Fall, jack lanterns
carvings to be done with great jeers and laughter at
the kitchen table with the man of the house.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
Summer filled with mix day camps runs and yard
work for pay. For buying power for bikes and play stations.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
As now the past Fall came and went, with pumpkins
uncut. And Spring brought uncolored eggs. And now
the second summer is upon me with no helper.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
For you see, the replacement to be is a young man.
Who spars with the man of the house over repairs,
speakers and stereo, you see. With sayings of
“I know for a fact”. We know when he arrives with
the bass of the radio competes with the roar of the
muffler. And up the stairs he bounds, the young man
appears. And our little dog squeals with joy of
anticipation of play, as this young man speaks. And
off he goes again, in the mist of bass and mufflers, to
join friends or his fast food job.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
We know our time is short with this young man,
as adulthood is just beyond the horizon. A life of
his own will make him scarce.
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
And as I see each day, this young man, my heart
grows prouder and yet sadder, as he grows. His
mother, grandfather and I will all be saying…
WHERE DID THAT BOY GO?
I hope he remembers his promise of years ago.
His promise to push my wheelchair to the bench
at the city beach. So I can see the water and mountains
That is a thing I use to tell my kids. don't borrow trouble. When ever. they were worried about something, that had not happen yet. Meaning don't worry about something that hasn't happen. It is a waste of time, also it may not even happen. If you worry about it, and it doesn't happen, look at all the time you have wasted.
Same thing with "if only's". Now there is a waste of time. Yet we have all spent our time there. If only, I had done this or that. If only I had said this or that. The trouble with that is...what is done is done. Can't change it. So live with it.
When it comes to worrying, I have found out if you think it over. Think of what is the worse that can happen. And how you would handle it. Then you don't worry because when the time comes, you know what to do. And if it doesn't happen, well, you are ok. There for no worry. No time wasted.
As we were younger, there were people we came in contact with, those who knew everything, been everywhere, done everything.
We probably thought they were bragging or lying. Sometimes even irritating us from time to time. Because no matter what you said…they had been there done that.
Then you become of age yourself…over 60 group. And as Conversations are said and done, and you add to it… the horror comes to you… You become that person who has been there, done that.
It is at that time, you realize that those who have passed, that were talking about such things, had actually lived long enough, to be there and done that. You have become one of those people who use to irritate you.
Buy out, Tarp Bill ...all old words with new meanings...
700 Billion here, and 7 Billion there. Last one, is the wish list of the Louisiana Senator from that state to fix Karina mess. Which has me wondering what happen to the money that F.E.M.A. and Bush/Clinton raised up, say nothing of what Brad Pitt and the rest of the people who are drumming $$$$ for that area?
I just don't get it. Why do the innocent have to pay for the guilty? You have the Catholic people paying for the sins of the Priest. Some of those churches didn't have an offender in their midst. But each an every Catholic has to pay for the settlement the higher ups granted. Why not the church Rome coffers, after all the Cardinals are the ones who let it keep happening and transferring them.
Then you have the government, getting ready to dole out banks who lent money to those who they knew were not in position to pay. You have other companies also being bailed out and they are so arrogant to go to spas and such for meetings. What happen to the board meeting rooms? And who has to pay this? You and I, the tax payer. The ones who borrowed only what they could pay back. The ones who used their credit card wisely and did without extra toys. Those of us who tighten up our belts, when money was tight and still paid what we owed. Why do we have to pay? Take the homes of the CEO's, take the stocks of those CEO's that got bonuses. Bonuses that takes us a life time to earn.
Where is common sense... oh, yea, the emails that have gone around for about 10 years told us, Common sense died...
And the stock market shows us daily that the sky is falling...yet.. we see lotteries thriving well, millions being paid for actors, sports champions, and etc. And on the lower level... we have charities having shows of fancy homes, the elite so to speak homes...decorated for Christmas. And charging $20 each to come see the homes. Yes, it is for a good cause. But somehow, it rubs in the wound, to see houses decorated in fancy Christmas decorations, when the food bank is wanting. No, that isn't the receiver of the charity in this case. $20 to go in and see how the other side lives. See the 6 owned homes as well as 3 for sale. Homes that the general population will never be able to own, say nothing of the taxes. It is for a nice cause, just in this day an age one has to wonder as we hear the sky is falling..for the rest of us.
You know someone had an idea, to take that 700 billion and give it to the people. Have it divide up among the household. With the only condition being the money had to be used for your bills. So you could pay off your credit card, you could pay for your car, your home, and health bills. They figured the country would come out of recession, if that was done.
You know, maybe that isn't such a bad idea after all. And if we have any left over, we could share it with the charities. Uh, oh, many would think of that as sharing the wealth. But sharing it with the wealthy is ok.
Last week, I was driving in a local parking lot. I was being cautious, because there was a lot of foot traffic coming and going to the store.
Then an opening from the foot traffic. Then there is another car coming towards the same lane I am turning into. I wave her on, as I am in no big hurry. Then I followed her, .............then stupidity took over. As I heard a crunch. A BAD crunch. My door. I continued..because I figured it would take out my mirror if I backed up. Stupid is as stupid did... I got out after I cleared the pole I just sideswiped my car with. It is one of those poles that protects the fire hydrant. I looked around after the sickness set in, at the sight of my car. Several people saw me do it. Probably thought I was drunk. But I was cold sober.
I went to the King's job and told him, (I figured he would yell less if there were witness...lol) but he brought me roses after work, as he knew how bad I felt.
I beat my self up over a week...still am, somewhat. The King took me over 3 days later, (I had not returned to the scene of the crime) as I explain where I was, what I was doing. The face saving part was, he said..... I wouldn't have done that, but I can understand how you did. I felt half better.
So today, the car went into the shop, and I should have it back in a week. Costing me almost as much as I paid for the car. But it has sentimental feelings, as it belong to my aunt. I had bought it from her estate. And it goes in to the garage for the winter, when it gets home.
I am working on my new laptop. This is my Christmas present... but learning how to operate it after using a desk top tower type for all these years, this is a little different.
One of the first things I have learn is I am still computer disable.. I also learn how to touch the touch pad ever so softly.. or it leads to frustation... as you see thing happen that you didn't think you touched.
Also have to load up only some of the things I have, like call wave.. (it saves marriages.) so I know when someone has called.
The other thing that is nice about this, is the fact I can sit here at the table instead of the back room, and visit with the Ken as I work on internet. So in the long run it is going to be great. But for now I have to remember DON'T TOUCH THAT pad... other wise things disappear or appear... Ah, life, constantly a learning time...
Over the years I have seen men who marry women like their mother. And women who marry men like their fathers.
I have to say it was more the case of the man than the woman... I would say 60% or more men marry women like their mothers.. And maybe 30% women marry like their fathers.
Maybe it has something to do with what their relationship was like with that parent. But I don't know... as the men that I am aware of, weren't that close to their mothers... were closer to their fathers. Maybe pick one like their father did? And does it make a difference if the mother and father had a good relationship themselves?
I don't know the answer, but it has been a wonder... especially with men who have complained about their mothers and then marry some one just like them. Not look alike, I am talking about personalities.
Now is the time for healing, to see how much damage has come out of this and does the anger still matter?
How much damage was done with the anger, is it a deal breaker? How do you start talking about it and how you really feel about ........your friend, your family members, who were so adamant against your choices of candidates? Who were hateful with their comments, and even after they found out their candidate lost. Predicting horrible things.
Being on the winning side is easier, but it depends on how you deal with that. If you don't gloat, it is easier. But there are still people who are mad that their party didn't win.
Even being a member of the Cafeteria Party, who has no big political PARTY... still we chose sides. Will the friendships stand.. and in the times to come.. as there will be mistakes, and there will be decisions that ALL of us will not be happy with, how will we deal with it?
I am sure there are those who were on the hate Bush brigade, who blamed the Republican party and those who believed in Bush, were constantly having their friends defend their choices. And some did with grace.. but how are you, who voted for Obama, going to defend him, when he makes those hard choices for us? Presidents are kind of like that old saying... You can make half the people happy half the time. And all of the people, none of the time.
Those of us, of the Cafeteria Party, know that Obama is not perfect. But we started with him, with hope. And we continue to hope, even thru the rough times. It is going to be a rough road for him, as he travels thru these 4 years. He has a hellish mess to clean up, to guide us back to where we can be whole again.
But I am proud to be an American... I am of the generation of Love it or Leave it. So I guess the question will be of us all... Will we sit and watch, or will we part of the recovery?
He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.~Epictetus
Good Morning America.... this is one fine day... I am so happy that I lived long enough to see a black (even if he is only half) man become President of the United States of America. This truly is a fine day.
May he continue to give us the "got hope?" attitude. May his calmness bring us together. And hope of having a cabinet that will support him and us as a country.
He has his work cut out for him. No matter who got in, would have a mess to clean up. Now is the time for Americans to come together and give him a chance to do his job.
Been on this road for over 18 months. It has been long road. Both candidates had a tough fight to the make it to the top of the pile. We have had disappointments, (the traveling pants group of Hillary's). We have the divide of groups over the Shock and Awe of McCain's choice of Palin. The past several months have been nasty. Now we are at the front door of the next Presidential choice of the people. Now it is up to you and I to VOTE. If you haven't already (absentee ballots). Then sleep well tonight and tomorrow step in that booth and make your choice. For whomever you have in your heart. Let no man or woman put you down for your vote. Remember this is the great country of United States of America and it is your choice. And you don't have to say who you vote for or against. It is between you and the ballot. But please make your choice for you and the country. It is your right. If you don't and gripe because things aren't right, I will ask you if you voted. If you say no..... then I will walk away. No voting.... no griping... Good luck to you all..