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 29, 2010
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Present and Blast from the Past
I've managed to confuse Kim with my "is she or isn't she globetrotting." And no doubt others.
For the record, I am currently in Iowa and intend to stay here for some time.
No more trips planned.
No more vacation time left.
The veggies I picked were indeed from my Iowa garden and picked on the 26th after I spent the 14th of October to the 20th of October whizzing thru various parts of Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico and then back again in the opposite order.
The random pictures were just part of my reentry back into my random life. Sharing the sights with you and the sometimes addled bits of my brain, too.
So. No more flip-flopping unless a picture seems to work well with what I'm writing about.
I do have to share a laugh. One of Toad-Boy's friends responded to my "Happy Birthday" Facebook greeting with a little story. Please keep in mind that Toad Boy was like 15 and a foot taller than me before you call Child Protective Services. Also. I do not remember one second of this incident in which this poor young man lost a little bit of his innocence. Toad Boy's adolescent tomfoolery drove me to madness a time or two and many days blend together into moments that just require some laughter and maybe a bit of forgiveness.
This is what he said.
"hahaha, I was just telling one of my friends about the first time that I hung out with Toad-Boy, and we were in your mini van with you, and he kept poking your face and saying "whats that do? Why does your eye close when I touch it? whats that do?" You kept telling him to stop and he wouldn't so then you just started punching him.... meanwhile I'm in the back seat and I have no idea what to do. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing.
And that's how I was introduced to your family.