Classic Late Bloomer, Happily Divorced, Proud As Punch Mom and Grandmother. Attempting To Accept Golden Years As An Adventure Rather Than A Curse. Typical 21st Century Girl? Read on!
It seems this time last year the weather prophets were telling us all to prepare for the next storm of the century. Good thing they had so many film titles to inspire their stories. Perhaps they can just dust off the tapes or DVDs from last time and take the coming week off.
Here in Land Oh Lincoln we will deal with residual frozen and rainy days for the next week or so. The Buckeye Brother tells me he is not doing any preparations at all. He lives on the edge. This is a guy who continues to blow his fallen leaves into the nearby woods. I adore his chutzpah. Baby Sister has already dusted off her generators and stocked up on toilet paper, water and any other essentials. She has children and a castle to protect; so she takes this seriously. I adore her practicality.
And of course those Easterners have some serious weather stuff to deal with.
Old folks here at Elder House are scared. Nobody has money or food at the end of the month. Most have already had their obligatory visits with relatives. Hopefully the hired help and charity service people will take up the slack for the seriously needy. I've made a crock pot of pork roast and defrosted several extra loaves of bread. Most of us intend to share. I'm short on candles if it matters.
Meanwhile...mood indigo is another way to ride out a storm.
The building is being inspected this week. An annual hooha to ensure that it meets funding criteria for the next fiscal year. Gotta make sure the old folks aren't tangled up in frayed electrical cords and that the closet doors slide easily. I wasn't here for the show last year; so I am hanging around. Not that anyone would snoop through MY underwear drawer; but what if somebody DID? Oh ick.
Anyway it's just like waiting for the cable guy.
Of course I am using the time wisely to scroll old entries in my favorite design/inspiration blogs. Can you spell "procrastination?" Deep into 2009 of design frog when all of a sudden I notice the words no longer make any sense. Not me. The translator simply quit and all the words were in Swedish. (Dutch? Finnish?) I'm not a language snob, but it's just not as much fun to troll when I don't know what is really going on.
Prickly.
Now I am going to download some photos.
OK. Done with that. I must say, that is one computer chore that I can do without fear.
Yes, these are pictures of olive loaf. It is probably composed of pink slime and the olives swept up after the closing of a condemned restaurant. I don't care. I love it. And what I love best about it is that it is (or was) my Biggest Little Brother's favorite lunchmeat. Lunchmeat. Doesn't the word alone just make you want to retch?
Anyway my childhood favorite was olive loaf's bigger, slightly ritzier sister ham and cheese loaf. I lost my taste for it some time ago; so Brother may have switched loyalties, too.
But I thought of him and bought a package. And I thought of him as I ate sandwiches on dark rye, slathered with mayo and stuffed with olive loaf. And so it's gone.
Doesn't matter. I will buy more. Can't wait to see him.
Woke up with this song playing in my head. Okey Dokey. Since I am always on the lookout for inexpensive (read free) ways to entertain myself I decided to take this as a tuneful omen.
Something that makes me very sad is the current situation with my family. I'm working hard at coming to terms with it,but in the meantime .....
WHY NOT GOOGLE SOME NEW FAMILY MEMBERS???!!! What a brainstorm!
I'd definitely keep two of my sisters, all my daughters and grandchildren, at least one brother (jury's still out on the other three. no malice, I just haven't heard from them in years so have no points of reference), and probably all my cousins, nieces,and nephews. And sons-in-law. That's the easy part.
As to the new members....Stick to the living? Or include admirable deceased? Imaginary folk, movie or literary characters for instance? Quite a lot to ponder here.
One thing I know for sure:
Tom Hanks is my first choice for big brother. I don't have one and I think Tom would be perfect. Imagine him bringing all his cool friends over when he was in high school. Imagine him helping me learn to tie shoes, ride a bike, drive a car. Imagine him sticking up for me when I got teased. Imagine him teasing me. Imagine him telephoning just to talk simply because he needed to hear me as much as I needed to hear him.
In the past few days I have been watching all the Star Wars episodes via YouTube clips.
Fun, because I can pick and choose scenes, "rewind" what I especially like and skip the interminable battle scenes.
Let's face it, if you've watched once you know who is going to live or not. All the duelling seems phony baloney; those twisting jumps are snazzy but would a real dueller have time to think about snazziness? And the flying battle scenes? Yawn. Bang, bang, zoom, zoom. Where does all the sound come from in the vacuum of space, eh?
Nah.
I like the plot and I adore the characters. Even the Bad Guys. Maybe especially the Bad Guys.
And I relish the memories these films evoke for me.
I was a young married lady when the original Star Wars was released.
My brother Frankie got my husband and I balcony seats and, well... we were instantly enthralled.
Those majestic credits daringly rolling backwards and that triumphant John Williams score.
By the time Empire was released we had a baby daughter and you can bet we brought her; perched in her white bucket car seat turned toward the screen.
Her eyes became saucers as the rebels zipped by on the planet Hoth. Good times.
So, I have been enjoying this blast from the past.
If you don't have the time or luxury I strongly recommend the following.
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