Saturday, August 10, 2013
Keeping up
If only I would keep up. Talk about being lazy, that's me. This could all be part of my long awaited life story but every time I think about writing I think how boring it would be. Who wants to know all the details I'm willing to share. Oh, oh, that is the key. If I was willing to share, this could be a best seller. Guess I'm not quite ready for that yet. How can I feel that after 70 years I can't reveal the deepest of secrets. I would be ashamed of some of my behaviors over the years but also proud that I have had Christ in my life all my life even when I didn't realize he was there. Now that I know how much he loves me and that I'm forgiven there shouldn't be anything I can't share. My children might be happy that I can tell them things. What do you suppose Dr. Laura or Ann Landers would advise? Well, you know what, I'm going to continue to keep some things to myself. Most of what I have done would maybe be silly in comparison to what children are doing today. I'm so sorry that our society has deteriorated so terribly. Using the word Fuck is so degrading to me. We used shit damn SOB just as much. What is worse. My words take the Lord's name in vain, not the F-word. When I get back to Arizona I plan to organize my time and include guitar, writing and more volunteer work. Please God help me to remember this post.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Taking Time
Using a laptop is new for me. Not trying to excuse my neglect in blogging but it has been harder for me than just going into my office, sitting down and typing what is on my mind at the time. While traveling I find myself thinking about cute or informative comments I could make but by the time I get somewhere where I can use this communicative tool it just doesn't seem that important anymore. This weekend I'm at Michelle's by myself so should give me some time to hit ya'll with some tribble.
Alexis is getting to the age where she prefers to play with her friends and gramoo is not so limber anymore that I can sit on the floor and play Pet Shop with her. Actually gramoo isn't a whole lot of fun anymore. Probably need therapeutic counseling to address how to have a long distant relationship with a grandchild. I've written letters, sent gifts and talked on the phone. Phone calls don't go well because gramoo has a hard time finding open ended questions. Oh well, I raised good kids who are raising good kids...my work here is done.
Living in Arizona has increased my desire to pursue my faith. Jesus Christ is front and center and, as long as this is true, my family will continue to prosper and have love in their hearts for me and all people.
Michelle and I have had fun going wine tasting and only wish my adopted daughter, Kristi could be with us. Kristi and Michelle would keep me laughing. They are both such great people.
I miss the newspaper. This generation seem to get all their news via the internet and I still like the feel of a newspaper and the spreading out of the paper reading each section. I generally read every word because I drink a pot of coffee while reading and get interesting topics to discuss while I'm at the fitness center. My routine of visiting the fitness center is missed. I enjoy going at least 3 times a week. It makes me feel so good and helps me to not be depressed.
Counting blessings is something I have trouble with. I have to be reminded that there are so many people out there who have terrible afflictions who rise above it. Watching a boy right now who is 8 years old and has prosthetics on both hands and both feet. A blood disease caused his limbs to be amputated. He is happy and working with other amputee kids helping them to realize their potential. Please God, help me to not wallow in self-pity. Help me to help someone else.
Alexis is getting to the age where she prefers to play with her friends and gramoo is not so limber anymore that I can sit on the floor and play Pet Shop with her. Actually gramoo isn't a whole lot of fun anymore. Probably need therapeutic counseling to address how to have a long distant relationship with a grandchild. I've written letters, sent gifts and talked on the phone. Phone calls don't go well because gramoo has a hard time finding open ended questions. Oh well, I raised good kids who are raising good kids...my work here is done.
Living in Arizona has increased my desire to pursue my faith. Jesus Christ is front and center and, as long as this is true, my family will continue to prosper and have love in their hearts for me and all people.
Michelle and I have had fun going wine tasting and only wish my adopted daughter, Kristi could be with us. Kristi and Michelle would keep me laughing. They are both such great people.
I miss the newspaper. This generation seem to get all their news via the internet and I still like the feel of a newspaper and the spreading out of the paper reading each section. I generally read every word because I drink a pot of coffee while reading and get interesting topics to discuss while I'm at the fitness center. My routine of visiting the fitness center is missed. I enjoy going at least 3 times a week. It makes me feel so good and helps me to not be depressed.
Counting blessings is something I have trouble with. I have to be reminded that there are so many people out there who have terrible afflictions who rise above it. Watching a boy right now who is 8 years old and has prosthetics on both hands and both feet. A blood disease caused his limbs to be amputated. He is happy and working with other amputee kids helping them to realize their potential. Please God, help me to not wallow in self-pity. Help me to help someone else.
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