I have been thinking about the changes in my life. I think many of us do this time this time of year. One of the things that changed in my life has been my body. Of course, everyone’s body changes over time but the last few days I have been pondering my changes.
When I was a baby and until I was about six I was fat. I little dumpling if you will. When I was a little girl I was pretty average. Not short or tall, chubby or thin just an average little girl. Then I got tall and skinny and awkward, all arms and legs.
From my mid-twenties to thirties, I was just right. I wasn’t tall or short, not chubby or skinny. My arms and legs were no longer gangly but just as they should be. I had curves where they are supposed to be all slender and perky…at attention if you know what I mean.
My forties and fifties brought some changes. Things got softer and rounder and I gained some weight. Then I was suddenly sixty! Things changed, a lot! I was not fat but a bit plump and things sorted started shifting south. My little pot belly morphed into a turkey roaster and my cute often complimented little butt…well let’s just say it wasn’t often complimented. But maybe it’s because folks don’t compliment older women’s butts. Probably because no one looks at them but that is another post.
Now on my way to seventy, though I don’t want to be a little birdy old lady I don’t want to be an ostrich either. So, in 2015, I was on and sometimes off, a diet. It took a year to lose twenty-five pounds! Dieting is hard work and I prefer naps. Anyway, I am happy to be if not svelte at least wearing a size ten.
But here is a question. If it took a year to lose twenty-five pounds why did it only take five days to gain five and a half pounds? So much of life is a puzzle.
I had a really good idea about what I wanted to chatter about,
but I have forgotten what it was..
Why do I remember really dumb stuff and forget the brilliant?
It’s like going to the grocery store without a list because
you are only going to get bread and milk.
Then you get home with two large grocery bags filled
only to find you have forgotten the bread and milk.
Does that happen to you?
So, now I am going to get something to eat and read my book.
I’ll try again next week to be brilliant with my chatter.
Just wanted to let you know Jack and I, mostly me,
have been worried about Mama.
First she had the plague and finally it went away.
Then she had to take an antibiotic for something, she didn’t tell me what,
and she had a very severe reaction to it.
She was really sick!
Which is why she has been missing from here.
She says she will be back to normal tomorrow.
Well, she may be here, but I am not sure about the normal part.
We love her anyway.
And if that wasn’t enough, we live in Columbia, SC.
Yep, the place in the news with all the broken roads and bridges and lots of water.
We are high and dry but didn’t have water for about 36 hours.
Go figure, so much water everywhere but not any in the pipes!
Now we have to boil the water to make it safe.
Really no big deal compared to what some are facing.
Jack and I are sending them paw pats, head bumps and purrs.
We are very thankful for all the people that are helping
our state and it’s citizens to get through this emergency.
“Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.” Annie Dillard
It’s true you can’t take it with you.
We get one day at a time and we can’t live it more than once.
Still, I am not a person that overly thinks about time and how I spend it.
Some days are very productive in that I do a lot;
go to work, shop, cook, clean, write, crochet, you know, stuff.
Then there are days I do very little;
walk, sit, play with the boys, visit with friends, read, daydream, nap.
Those “very little” days are just as important to me as the productive days.
Maybe they are more important.
Maybe the little days are put in a sort of savings account.
Then when you need comfort and strengthening during difficult times
you can go to the vault and pull out some of those little days
and spend some of it in thoughtful recollection and reflection.
Yes, I think the little days are in our memory banks collecting interest
making us happily wealthy in life’s stocks and bonds.
Week 26…Someone you got to meet.
Except for a couple of the guys in the band, Hootie and the Blowfish
I don’t think I have met anyone that you would know or recognize.
But I am thankful for the friends I have and
I am thankful to have met them.
Week 27…Favorite spot in your city.
Other than the walls I live within I can’t say I have a favorite spot.
There is a small park a block away where I like to sit sometimes
andI am thankful for the shade and quiet I find there.
Week 28…Your past.
I guess you could say I have a “checkered” past.
I am thankful it is past and I don’t live there anymore.
It wasn’t all bad…a lot of it was very good
and I am thankful for the lessons I learned
and for the life I have now.
Week 29…Your favorite memory.
I was thinking about this last night and got to laughing so hard
I almost wet my pants!
There are two stories that involve my parents,
There is no way I can write about those times because I don’t have
the skill to put the stories into written words.
But I can tell you I am thankful for two very serious people
who were my very funny parents.
Week 30…Your current age.
Well, I am old.
Except for a couple of bothersome things
that I will die with but not of I am healthy
and I am so very thankful for this blessing.