RAMDOM RAMBLINGS

it is 5:00 am. My little pal has not gotten up with me. Still nesteled under the covers, fast asleep. This amazes me and it is even a little warmer than it has been.. Here it is the 11 th of January and I am already counting the days until spring. "Do not wish your life away," my mother use to say. And at this stage I guess I better heed her words.

The weather seems to be something we are never satisfied with. When it is hot we want it to be cooler. When it is cold, we want it to be hotter. Our age also seems to be one of those catagories where we are the never satisfied. When we are young we yearn to be older. When we are old we yearn to be younger and so it goes. We long for the future, when the future is here, we long for the past.

Reading back over these blogs since I started about two weeks ago, I find that I seem to have taken the path of going back into my past many times. Touching on yesterday. My first thought was I did not plan do this. I never started this blog just to ramble on about my yesterdays. Then I think what did I start this blog for? I smile to myself. I guess just to ramble on. I also wanted to prove to myself that I could start writing and stay with this for at least a year. I find I write this simalar to the way I write a short story. Something pops into my mind and kind of grows from there. But today I seem to have no clear objective in mind.

My childhood was golden to me. I am not sure others look back in that peorid as quite that golden. But it was to me. have you ever noticed how we can hold a priceless treasure in our hands and never even know it is a treasure. Our childhood seems to be the same way. Growing up usually with brothers or sisters, we vye for attention. Thinking you loathe that person you have to share a bedroom with or stare across the table at them every night. Then the years roll by and they are such a part of you, miles and years can never seperate you. my family and those years are that way for me. All of the people and events sewed in together to mske us who we are today. Golden is how I remember my childhood. Threads of happy thoughts, happy events. Some funny, some sad. This is our pasts. There are many who did not have the luck that I had. The family I had, the memories I have. But whatever our past is it has played a large part of who we are today. i am greateful for the golden threads in my life.

My little blog is weak this morning. Not very interesting. I just laughed because I know it probably never is too interesting to anyone but me. Someone who writes, just writes because the words are there, so many. I have had peroids when I write, peroids when I have not. But the words were always there, rattling around in my head. Trying to slip from mind to the written word. I am not a good writer I have said I think I might be more of a story teller than a writer. But the characters that have walked across my mind over the years have always been real to me. I have not always done justice in bringing them to life. So to all my make believe friends, I am sorry. But thank-you for still hanging around.