BILLIE AND THE VOLKSWAGON

It is Thursday morning. I have been up for hours but have not wrote my Blog. I didn't write it yesterday. I decided enough was enough that these silly wandering words of mine would be better off corralled away in my mind. I have been sad at the prospect but felt it was probably what I needed to do. My Billie just called. "Where is your Blog?" So though my mind is scrambled with confusion.. My fingers stiff, I have opened the corral of my mind up again. Let the horses run. I will write this Blog, no more gaps. But now it will be for 366 days to make up for yesterday. Poor you.

Since I have no clear cut ides what this should be about today. Not that I ever have many clear cut thoughts. As I am the Queen of jumping from one subject to another.Maybe today I should tell you about a Ten Mile race I was in one time. The boys were all small. I had never been in a race before. I started out pretty good, but fell by the wayside quickly. Before long the only ones in the back of the pack was myself and a little girl with baseball cleats on. She was only about nine. Her Mother kept driving along encouraging her every step. She wanted to quit. I had no baseball cleats on, fairly good running shoes to be exact but I was at about the seventh mile and was barely moving. Every little bit Billie would drive by, the little boys hanging out the car yelling, "Go Grandma." Billie on the other hand would call, "Are you okay, you look awful, you're so pale." But the main thing, they stayed right on my trail. As I plowed along the highway, as the planes roared off from the airport. There they were, in the little Volkswagen. Yelling at me, as I slowly moved one leg in front of the other. As I curled up in the chair this morning, feeling like heck for giving up. For being a quitter, the phone rang. I could almost see those little boys their heads stuck out the window, as they watched their crazy grandma try to limp to the end.

This is twice since I started I have been discouraged, twice I have said I am so silly. But once again Billie in her little blue Volkswagen has pulled up and saved the day. Oh I know it looks like a Van she drives, and the kid in the back is Ryan. But that's okay. In my mind eyes its her and the boys. I am making a promise, the no break kind. I am back, back to stay. Matters not if they are good or stink. I'm back. So this will be short. But tomorrow back to my rambling self. So as Billie shifts the Blue Volkswagon in to gear. I'm outta here. See you tomorrow.