And now for something completely different
I was on Bryan Sherwoods Blog reading his first installment of his 100 things about him. It made me start thinking about nostalgic things. I really want to live right here, right now, but I do enjoy a little reminiscing every now and again. I had emailed my younger sister and got a response back from her. I always feel like she is trying to make things better, she is never satisfied with now, and she has become bitter. She keeps waiting for the future and for better times. Kids do that, before they know better. They want to be 10, then 13 and oh, my I can't wait til I am 16. The magic number after that seems to be 21. It seems it all stops almost right after that, though. Oh, to be young and really appreciate what you have at that young age. No aches and pains, no big responsibilities, a lot of fun and energy. No need to try and go back either.
So, I wonder. How are we meant to be? Like, how come we have to go through such hurtful things sometimes? How come people have to be mean to us? I think it all forms us into who we can/should/ought to be. If we let it anyway. So many of us try and fight it, this forming. We are of the immediate reward generation. We don't see the merits of waiting for the better thing, of enjoying the process. Kind of like getting this house ready. Yeah, there is a time frame but if it makes me feel this bad to push so hard to get it done by a certain time, maybe I should slow down. We have time.
I still remember my Great Grand Mother and Father. They had a little black Chihuahua dog named Spider. They were nice, but I only have about 5 minutes of memory about them. I remember my Grandfather. The biggest memory I have of him is sitting at the kitchen table and he would have a donut and a cup of coffee. He would dunk his donut in the coffee, take a big bite and say "AAAAH, coffee!" I think of that every time I have donuts and coffee, and yes I dunk mine too. I remember my Granny, she was strict but could always laugh. She use to tell me stories about how her sons once locked her in the outhouse. I think she beat them black and blue when she got out, but she made it so funny. I think a sad thing is that most of my old memories of my mom are of her charging after me on her crutches (she has polio) when I had done something bad. Like the time I pulled the fire alarm at church during a pot luck - HA! It was a dare and I really didn't know better. I remember my older sister taking up for me and then beating the snot out of me later, while I laughed about it. I remember chasing my younger sister into my mom's room, where she would flop on the bed on her back and start kicking, I still beat the snot out of her. I remember "toting" my friend Rhonda on my bike down our hill and plowing into a bush on the other side of the drive way and knocking us both out for a second or two - HA! I remember being on TV with all the neighborhood kids on our skate boards, we were soooo cool! Memories are good, and fun, and sometimes painful. I still am learning to live here and now though, this is where I will be happy, if I let myself.
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