First off, I knew it had been awhile since I posted, but I had no idea how long it had been! Other obsessions have been occupying my time. The family was to all be together for Thanksgiving, and my son did make it here before the weather got cranky and decided to obstruct our time together. My daughter and her partner started for here, hit nasty snow and wind, and had to return home. So instead of the four of us and a friend who cancelled her flight to be with us because of the weather, it was my son and I. We did enjoy the holiday and we did have fun sharing the cooking chores.
In the meantime, my daughter and her partner were going to have a quiet wedding at my home the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but obviously that couldn’t happen. Instead, they had the ceremony at their home and shared the day with friends. I’ve been thinking – the wonders of technology that allowed them to share the day with those of us who were not there via Facebook Live. Yay!
I’ve been thinking about the oddities of life – or at least my life. When I was young and had skin that was firm and without those aggravating dark age spots, I worked very hard to apply layers of makeup to give the illusion of perfect skin on a daily basis. Now I am older and the under eye dark circles are forever ingrained as well as a couple of age spots here and there – I use a B&B cream if I plan to leave the neighborhood. Gone are the concealers, the pancake foundation, the mascara, the eyeshadow. I’ve been thinking – isn’t this rather backwards?
I’ve been thinking how each of us seems to choose what we believe, who we stand with, what is reality. While I am thankful for this freedom, I wish I could understand the reasoning of the “other side” – as I’m sure they feel about “my” side. And I’ve been thinking about how much I dislike the whole “sides” thing – yet here I am. Picking my side.
I’ve been thinking that I am rather glad that I am old, and that I will not have twenty years to see where this world goes, because I have a sinking feeling about that. Although – at my annual doctor’s visit a few days ago, my doctor insisted I have a certain test because she expects I should live at least another ten years. I’ve been thinking how her comment made me feel so good, so secure, so relaxed. I’ve been thinking how silly it is that I didn’t feel that way before the visit, at least about my lifespan.
I’ve been thinking about how many hobbies/interests I’ve had in my life. It’s a revolving door, me and my hobbies. My most recent thing is weaving, and I’m loving it. I like the woven look better than knitted or crocheted, so now I spend my days at the loom, creating projects that maybe I’ll offer for sale one day. Or maybe now, for a couple of them. I’ve been thinking it would be good to recoup the cost of the materials so I could buy more materials. Shall I share some of what I’ve done? Yeah, why not?
I’ve been thinking you might be interested. Let me know if you are.
I’ve been thinking that I am very fortunate. I have enough. I have my family. I have my friends. I have my furry kids. I have my freedom. Let’s all think about how we’re going to vote next year and do our best to preserve our freedom.