Life is a waiting game. We are consistently waiting on one thing or another. Like right now, we’re waiting on the birth of our second grandchild. We’re keeping the cell phone handy, waiting to jump in the car and go, waiting to see what he looks like and hold him for the first time. When I take a good look at life, I realize we’ve been doing nothing but waiting forever. Remember when we had tiny babies of our own, and couldn’t wait for the time when we’d be sleeping through the night again? And how it was waiting for toddlers to learn to use the potty chair and tie their own shoes and grow up to become independent adults. And how about waiting for teenagers to come home on weekend nights with the car and themselves in one piece? Wait, wait, wait. It’s enough to wear a person out. And lets talk about spouses. How many of us women are still waiting for him to take out the trash without being asked or to drive without tailgating? And how many men are waiting for her to realize it’s not the jeans that make her look fat, so quit asking.…
Month: January 2014
Sorry I Forgot to Blog!
A friend called the other day and asked if I’d been sick. “No, why do you ask?” She explained she hadn’t received a blog notice from my web site for a while and thought I must be sick. I had to admit I’d just been so busy, I actually forgot! The realization led me to examine my forgetfulness lately. For example; I just had the perfect example but can’t remember it now. That’s how my mind has been since the beginning of the 2013 “Holiday Season.” How does one reclaim the brain after yet another holiday survival? It’s possible with the culmination of so many years of stress, exhaustion, excitement, and sugar, that the time comes when the brain overloads for one last time with no turning back. The damage is done. It’s over. The fat lady has sung. It feels like running a marathon and then never being able to so much as walk again. Have I reached a final burn-out? Will there be no cerebral recovery? I keep forgetting about the resolutions I made a mere twenty two days ago. I’ve failed to exercise more in the New Year than I have in the past. I eat well…