Sometimes…

 Sometimes…

  ..there are times when I want to write here, but I don’t want anyone to read this.  I just need to vent.

  …I love people to read what I write.

  ..life seems just to complicated.  Life seems many more times complicated than before computers.

  …it is nice to have personal computers for connecting with family and friends…AND WHO DOESN’T LOVE FINDING A GREAT SPINACH ARTICHOKE DIP RECIPE?

  ..people seem so cruel and heartless.  People seem to not care about others in their community.  If they are not directly affected their empathy is nil.

  …there people who go out of the way to serve others, food banks, etc.  What a gray world it would be without those who serve others with their time.

  ..those we love the most are the very ones who is hardest with which to communicate.

  …those we love who will be with us to the end.  

  .. I have nobody to talk with.  The sad thing is nobody is just willing to listen.  

  …I do have people who will listen, but it’s me who can’t explain myself well enough.

  ..even at my age, I don’t know the answers to life’s problems.

  …I really DO know all the answers!  Just ask my kids.  They will tell you that I never fail to tell just how the cow ate the cabbage.  

  ..my heart gets hurt.  Things bother me more than anyone knows, but as an older adult, I have to suck it up as my dad told me.

  ... I have a hard heart. I hope that I am not empathetic when my heart turns hard.

SOMETIMES life can get crazy.  SOMETIMES we don’t understand.  SOMETIMES people disappoint us.  

SOMETIMES WE JUST NEED TO POINT THE FINGER AT OURSELVES.  

MAYBE I AM THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO REASSESS MY LIFE.  MAYBE I NEED A RESET❣️

I love you.  

The Letters

The LETTERS. 

I have always enjoyed getting personal letters.  So much so that I have a stash carefully boxed away that someday my children will trash.  For now, they will remain safely tucked away.  And these are going in the stash.

The letters from this young soldier are the most precious.  I think I have 6 now and each more precious than the last.  I can’t wait to open them, but first I have to curl in my favorite chair with a Dr. Pepper.   Yesterday I got two letters.  I got them positioned on my lap making sure I am reading them in chronological order.  Oh he sounds so happy and so confident.  As I  read the words, it’s his voice that I hear.  It’s his voice so confident!  It’s his smile I see when he tells me we’re going to throw the biggest party when he gets back.  You see, he is sitting right here with me.  

As I told Logan, I enjoy writing him.  It’s like he is right here with me and I can devote myself to him and him alone.  Sometimes I imagine him reading my letters on his bunk, but other times I see that little beautiful boy in the tree.  

Keep writing letters!  I love you!❤️ 

Hot Summer Breeze

 

That moment when you can hardly breathe, you know that summer is coming to a close. The air feels so hot and heavy even though there is a breeze. The sounds of summer have suddenly changed; no buzzing insects. Do you think they can’t bear the heat and are now asleep deep in the soil to rest until another summer wakes them to start the process all over again?

In our neighborhood school has started, but yet summer is still heavy on my skin.  I am reminded of my grade school days when the classroom was almost as hot as the air outside. No air conditioning back in 50s, but we had a water fountain with cold water from the well and some days our teacher would bring up a gallon of cold water to share with us in her gallon thermos. We were hot and sweaty from recess, and that cup of cold water was the treat of the day. 

But summer is coming to a close….soon hoodies will replace the shorts.  And that’s the seasonal pattern.  It’s all good.  

I love you,