Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Feral, the cat, ate dental floss. How do I know this? Well, it was obvious.
Note: Cats do not care for humans who attempt to tug on something that is hanging from where it shouldn't be. Good news. This too, did pass.
I encountered an elderly person who entertained others mightily and another one who spewed nothing but poisonous complaints.
Note: If I ever become a poisonous complainer over an entertaining treasure put me away and toss the key.
A bad alternator, a misunderstanding, a change-up in plans can make a day seem to last forever.
Note: In the end it can all end up okay.
Sometimes, late at night, after a really long day, things that are typed and posted on blogs don't always make sense.
Note: I've got VERY forgiving readers.
Happy November, everyone.
I'm going to be stretching my comfort zone in Minnesota for a few days. So if you come back Monday and Tuesday, make sure you read all the posts containing the letter o -- nice and long.