Wednesday is here and she has brought along quite a chill. It is still early. The dark skies not giving into dawn and will not for some time yet. The one thing I don't like about winter coming is that it seems to be dark so much. "I" went out. She began barking at the paperman or maybe just the moon. I ran around the yard, not seeing anything but hissing in my ever present loud hiss. "Be quiet, come here." I have written before, we have to be a neighborhood favorite. She is back inside, curled up in a chair. Coffee, I need coffee.
I've been walking down memory lane ever since yesterday. I do that every so often. I think maybe as we grow older we all tend to walk through those old memories that lay scattered in our minds.. I received an email from a cousin of mine yesterday. She mentioned the picture I have on the top of the Blog right now. Its of Mom, Bud and I. I love that picture. Every time I look at it the old memories of downtown flood me as if it was yesterday. This picture was taken on the street in front of the Fox theatre. To me Mom looked amazing. Her stride confident, her posture straight and tall. Bud and I the picture of innocence. life was more innocent then. And looking at it causes me to yearn to once more walk hand in hand with Bud and Mom. And wear a bonnet. I never knew that picture existed until about twenty-five years ago. I was thrilled then and still am that I had a bonnet.
Margie spoke in the email how much she loved Mom and she had been her favorite Aunt. I always love it when someone remembers and speaks of Mom highly. Anyone that ever listens to me knows my Mom always ranked highest on my list. Her life, her music will always speak for her. I wonder if any of us stops and thinks when we are busy living our life, how are life's will read out when we are gone. I worry sometimes about what my Blog is saying. Mostly my ramblings are silly, tongue in cheek musings. Poking fun at something or the other. I was talking to my sister Geri yesterday afternoon, to tell her I had heard from Margie.
"Geri," I asked her. "Do you think Margie knows most of what I write is suppose to be funny."I said that recalling that only a few days ago I wrote that Willie Nelson should get Amnesty for smoking Pot. I shudder thinking she may have visions of me holed up at the computer, puffing on weed. "Geri," I wailed." "You don't think she thinks I smoke Pot do you?" Geri laughed, somehow that laughed sounded a little sinister to me. "oh no," she assured me. But I could tell she thought it would be funny. My sister would like to pay me back for all my teasing, which has been plenty.
But just to set the record straight. In case you haven't been around me much. I am a tease. I am wacky. I have colored my hair every color under the sky. I do not smoke any kind of tobacco. I do not drink. Well, I have had a few drinks in my time but very few. I am bossy, head strong and very opinionated. I love my family, all of them. Down to the very smallest. I am super proud of my children. And feel though it appears I have accomplished very little in my life. I look at my two smart, good, kind children and know I have left my mark. I am satisfied.
So I will continue to write my silly Blog. And if you should stumble across my words from time to time, please understand sometimes its just for fun. Poetic licence I think they call it. So to my dear cousin Margie. Who's Mother was my Mothers big sister. I know they loved each other those four sisters like I love mine. Thanks for taking the time to read my words. If I should at times ramble too much or get a tad bit carried away. Please just consider its probably the Munch coming out in me.
I am turning around in Blogland. There is bits of paper whirling through the air. Perhaps someone didn't throw their words far enough up to catch on the wind. Mine lifted away, high up into the sky. I watched as they floated away until they no longer could be seen. I'm thinking about my bonnet I wore that day, when we all walked down main street. Those were the days. I think I see home though. I'm on my way. I'm outta here.
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