SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

I didn't get up until five.That is sleeping in for me. So at 5:15 both dogs are out. I am listening for our little bundle of bark but so far only quiet echos back to me. I pray it stays that way.

I have started and restarted this blog about five times already this morning. I get a couple of paragraphs, reread it and say, this will not fly. My words that tumble like quick silver from my mouth, that is called being a big mouth. In case you didn't know. They are not tumbling like quicksilver from my fingers. I AM learning that making a complete commitment to doing something , on some days can be quite difficult. I in desperation have drank two cups of Cappuccino and still my mind is not loosing up. There will be no firing squad out side my door if I do not write this. There will be not a soul miss it. But I will know that once again I did not complete something I started.

I got to thinking the other day, what in the world will I do with 365 pages of this ramblings of a crazy woman, when I do get through this year. Some of the ideas. Paper the bathroom, see if I could glue them together and make a dress. Ship them all off to the White House and let the secret service see if its a secret code they need to break, Actually I came up with a pretty good size list.

I guess I worry more than anything what few people know about this blog will think what in the world makes her think what she has to say would make anyone stop and read it. I believe I may have voiced those fears a few weeks ago. But remember I am a year older and have a tendency to forget what I say or sometimes what I have done. Don't smile it will definitely happen to you someday. Of course I am one of those people who have so much to say and feel so little time to say it in. So you see its not that I am rude, just I want to make sure I get to say it. But Judge Judy says, You have two ears and one Mouth." I think she means by that we should listen more and speak less. Everyday truly I tell myself that very thing, listen more talk less. About one hour into the day I have forgotten. And I am off and running again. I suppose it would not be so bad to be that chatty if you really have something to say. But I have to admit most of the thousand words that spill from my lips in a day would be better left unsaid.

I wrote the title first,"Somewhere over the rainbow." I love that song, I love that thought. Somewhere, someday I will be more perfect. The rainbow arching out in the sky, consisting of beautiful colors and at its end is a treasure. A more perfect world. There is that hope. Maybe I will make more sense in the morning. Maybe my title will fit in better with what I wrote. But them again maybe not. But the dream that there is a rainbow, is a chance tomorrow for a better day. Isn't that what gets us up in the mornings. The colors promising you that pot of gold at the end. We buy a lottery ticket, we spend our hard earned money at the casino, all in hopes of that treasure at the end. Somewhere over the Rainbow these crazy words may come together better. Just the thought gives me hope. I will try to do better tomorrow.