The Currents of my Thoughts
The “clatter” in my mind of all the things I wish to write about builds to a crescendo that needs quieting to successfully produce something I would be proud of. Some of those thoughts run rampant, crowding in my brain, one crashing into another, giving no space for one before another totally unrelated to the other, pushes aside the previous thought. Stories from my past race by, with barely a second to catch a glimpse of how to recreate a moment of joy, fear, excitements and laughter that is noteworthy to me.
I want to share my feelings, the emotional passions and panics with other readers. I desire to create stories from the things that Scott Beckum, Plinky, and the WordPress Staff so generously offer as thought-provoking topics to reflect on such as: the “secret” faux pas my husband made on our honeymoon that was to funny not to share (and told my husband I would be telling everyone), the story of the best gift I ever received (freedom), memories of the family antics, emotional connections with people past and present, experiences (both adventuresome and frightening) I’ve had over the years dealing with a mental illness I did not know I had till about 12 years ago…..
The fear that grips me when I do not meet the mark I set for myself causing me to want to mark the blog private instead of public…a delusion one can have fame and privacy in the same space of time….
My ego wants your approval, pretends it really doesn’t matter. After all, what part of this is going to matter to me 100 years from now? Answer: None of it!
A peace comes over me as I breathe out a tiny portion of those overflowing thoughts on this page.
Image by derekskey via Flickr
I asked the counter person at Arby’s today if they had senior soda. They did. So I got a small soda with my great Jr. Buffalo Chicken sandwich for a total of $1.07. As I sat eating my sandwich, feeling fortunate that I am a “senior” I reflected on 20-30 years ago, when my sister and her husband hit hard times.
It was winter in Texas, and not a lot of yard work to do, which was how they lived from week to week. They were also dumpster diving resellers. They would fix the broken, polish the dirty, and resell their “free” treasures. It was hard enough just to keep warm, much less keeping something in the pantry.
One afternoon, they went into a café, and ordered hot water. Then they mixed the hot water with ketchup, and ate the crackers on the table. Back then, crackers were on the table with the salt, pepper, and sugar, ketchup and mustard. When they finished, the waitress gave them the bill for 16¢, what the waitress decided was fair for the 16 packs of crackers they ate. They couldn’t even pay that.
So the waitress called the police to have them thrown in jail for vagrancy. When the officer heard the story, he looked at the waitress in disbelief. He reached into his pocket, plopped a quarter down telling the waitress to keep the change.
I miss my sister. She had a very hard life, and died of cancer two years ago. My head holds back the tears in my heart thinking of this story. Human kindness of that police officer kept the two out of jail…but what about the waitress? Did the event have any lasting effect on her? I hope so. I have forgiven her, someone has to.
Image by Old Shoe Woman via Flickr
Today is the day my son was born many, many years ago. I am so pleased with him, how he takes care of me, looks in on me, and buys me techno stuff that he has to teach me to use.
One such item was an iPhone, two years ago, when they were relatively still new on the market, maybe. To this day, I have not learned how to download from the apps store. I did download the King Neptune’s Charter Fishing tours, and Craigslist, but anything else was to technical for me.
However, my life was definitely influenced by this gift. You see, I will never forget, after just six months of ownership , one of the features became second nature, an expected techno to work on other things.
You see, I still watch a television that has small screen with a thick back and is heavy to move. One day, on my couch, I reached out with my thumb and forefinger, separating them in the air in an attempt to widen the screen for better viewing.
I felt like an idiot, but laughed just the same.
Recently I found a blog that agrees with me, and has some documented statements that support the idea that humor (especially the bust a gut laughter kind) actually HEALS the body and soul.
I will indeed have to look for it again, as i got so excited wanting to write about it for my Random Blog reading challenge, that i closed it out…However, I did capture the link: HUMOR HELPS YOU HEAL
Wanna see the best picture for this weeks challenge??My vote goes to Barb with Curiosity! Awww~a Never share the stage with animals or children, they’ll upstage you every time.
I have not left a comment to all the places I visited today, but have a plan for tomorrow. and even though this place is not a “new” blogger, I feel it is worth my attention. I want to come back and read more later. So for now, this is my RBR for today.
Tomorrow, the plan is to write a review of blogs that have me laughing!!! May be I will attempt a poll as well.
See you then.
Today, I decided to blog hop. I am finding blogs that I can click the “like” button a couple of times on each, or at least once. This is a part of my commitment to random blog reading/commenting this week. While I don’t speak Spanish, my first blogger was Edison Camara, and he is achieving a goal of a healthy body, and writes about it in English as well.
Then Stacey, “Walk a Mile in my Shoes,” another fellow blogger I found because she first found me. She’s got some awesome photos, as well as neat stuff to say. I was particularly fond of her poetry page. Check it out here: Poetry in Motion.
Then out of the blue, using WordPress’s postaday directory, I chose Rochelle0704, and loved her “My Favorite Sounds” post from WordPress’s daily topics. While the entire post reflects much of my feelings, I especially liked her last comment…I too want to someday hear something beautiful coming from my mouth in a singing celebration.
A slow-moving blond elderly woman of undetermined age walks through our complex, picking up trash as she goes. I thought she lived near by, because I see her nearly everyday.
Today, I stopped her and asked if I could share something with her that I had bought yesterday at an incredibility great value. She said yes, and when I gave it to her, she assured me she would share it with another woman that doesn’t have much, and doesn’t get around very well. Then she began telling me about the mugging she experienced. Horrified by the details, I stood in awe as this beautiful woman told her story. Continue reading
A marriage made in haste is a pizza parlor with a Help Wanted sign in a colored plastic window beside the entrance, a horde of the community’s hoi polloi, standing, pressed together on a Friday night, PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED the only invitation.
At last, a table is ready. It seats only one, in the corner, dimly lit, beside a door wailing: EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY. One takes the chair in hungry desperation. What’s that? The waitress quits, the cook walks out, and the manager takes your order.
A chilling air blows endlessly across one shoulder.
Eons go by before the order arrives, blistering hot on an aluminum platter. Whetted appetite ravenously devours a slice, and a cockroach sedate, sliced in eights.
Author: K. Kelley, 1990
Aside from Children playing, and their laughter, I love the music of the rain. Whether it be an affable gentle steady drops, or ardent hurricane winds, every kind of water falling from the sky is a sound I love hearing.
Rain by Teodoro S Gruhl
courtesy of PublicDomainpictures.net
Image by Brett L. via Flickr
184 Hits in just 16 days…Thats great in my eyes. I am not ready for much more than that yet. I know it will happen even if it takes months, years, it will inevitably happen. How do I know?? My first day set the tone. The Blogger I chose first to follow was a beautiful young woman with an eye for fashion. I commented on her blog, somewhat timidly, and was slam dunked by her request that I never read it again.
C’est la vie
I realized it was her instantaneous fame that had her flustered, it was not about me…
But it set the tone for me to know how to handle it, if some fortunate or unfortunate day something like that should happen.
My Blog is plain. It is getting spruced up with the photos…I just learned to link “Zemanta” related” articles…And UNLINK them after I read them. I just 86’d ’em ’cause they are inappropriate. (By Me this IS My Blog after all)
I’ve seen so many awesome Blogs I keep laughing & learning. I hope to figure out how to link my *favorite* ones to a story or two, too. 😉
Just got the news, one hour to live.
1. Waste 30 seconds negotiating for more time.
2. Thank God for the life I lived. -10 sec
3. Ask forgiveness for anything I did wrong. – 20 more sec
4. Call my son. (or text him) he is the most important human in my life. -540 seconds (I text slowly, cause I wait to get reply)
50 minutes left
5. Take laptop to beach -600 seconds
40 minutes left
6. Set up chair & open laptop -600 seconds
7. Reread all the post that made me laugh -1,800 seconds *till eternity*
Author’s notes: this list took 15 min from thought to finish product.
picture: public domain used 01/11/2011 from http://www.asergeev.com/pictures/archives/compress/2005/432/06s.htm