Ending this year dancing 12.31.06 - 2:03 pm (CT)
2006 wasn't a bad year, although it wasn't a particularly good year either, but it was a better-than-okay year. If you look back to my other New Year's Eve bloggings — 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 — I've run the gamut from blah to hopeful. Well, I'm ending this year with possibilities, as in, I'm pondering the possible outcomes of things that I've started (and stopped) this year, and I'm keeping an open mind to new possibilities.
As for me sharing any of those ponderings with you today, tomorrow, or even next week… not a chance, but maybe at a much later date, well, who knows, I might. I will tell you this, I am still heading Onward to My Future, a future full of possibilities, and one where I hope my dance card is filled with who knows what or, possibly, who knows whom…
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Talk Radio and other things that are passé 12.27.06 - 5:31 am (CT)
Talk Radio, I used to listen to it all of the time, but quit listening for one reason or another a couple of years ago. I'm not sure why I quit, but I did… gee, maybe if I thought about it for a while I'd remember why, but it's really not worth the effort it would take to remember. Maybe it was disillusionment with the talkers and their problems, maybe it just wasn't enlightening or entertaining anymore, or maybe it was just me.
The news, any news — TV, radio, or print — bit the dust for me at about the same time as Talk Radio, however I remember the reason for Jeane's no news pledge. It was not only boring, but also not really news, it was just opinionated chatter from people whose opinions I didn't really care to hear. Come to think of it there is one exception, I do read the little weekly Manhattan American, but that has real news like what happened at last week's village board meeting and who was arrested for speeding down the main drag.
Reality shows wherever they are… well, actually I never watched them, because let's be real, they aren't really reality. Plus, I've had my own reality show going on right in my own home and I can tell you my reality got old a long time ago, so the idea of watching a bunch of people eating worms for a million bucks is not entertaining or worth my time. Folks, reality is right in front of your face, if you just open your eyes, you would see it happening where you live, which might or might not be entertaining, but at least it is real.
Harrumphs aside… the light beckons 12.16.06 - 6:47 am (CT) It has now been one year that I have officially been on "The Road Not Taken" and I must say that I'm doing pretty darn good. I have come out of the darkest part of my life into the light of a whole new life and so far have managed to handle whatever came my way. Don't get me wrong, divorce isn't easy, living alone isn't easy, there have been days when just getting up wasn't easy, but all of that is preferable to being married to, and living with, an abusive man that I had to get up each day and face… face the darkness that was my life.
Today I am putting all harrumphs aside (yes, even the lake house harrumph), because the light beckons… I think I have finally gotten to the point where I can see clearly into the darkness. Scientifically, that is not possible — you can see from the dark into the light, but not from the light into the dark — but then I’m speaking of spiritually, where it’s not only possible, it’s the way it was meant to be… yes, I can see clearly now and I thank God for it.
Not my very own place on a lake… yet 12.13.06 - 6:02 pm (CT)
Recently, I mentioned in passing that when I was a kid we had a cabin on a lake and because of the fond memories I have of that and my love for water, I had been looking for a home on a lake. Then a couple of weeks later I very excitedly told you that I thought I'd found my very own place on a lake and was going to make an offer. Gee, within an hour of viewing the lake home, I was referring to it as my new home, and planned on going back for one more look before making my offer. However, before I could do that, a cash buyer made an offer and it was accepted, which was a very big bummer for me… and a giant harrumph.
Sometimes the truth hurts 12.07.06 - 5:41 pm (CT)
Sometimes the truth hurts, sometimes a little and sometimes a lot, today it was kind of in-between, but even though it hurt, I'd rather hear the truth than a lie any day. The truth I heard today is one that I really already knew, but it hurt nonetheless, but because the truth is so very important to me, I'll just "suck it up" and move on… after all, tomorrow is another day.
A quarter of a century minus one 12.04.06 - 6:19 pm (CT)
Ah, my youngest is now a quarter of a century minus one, yes, my Bear Bill is 24 years old today. Gee, when I was 24 I wasn't even a Mom yet, which makes it seem like another lifetime ago… oh well, here's hoping Mr. Bill has the time of his life today and always… here's a great BIG MindBlog…
Ever since Bill was old enough to know about the reproduction cycle and lifespan of cells, he has looked forward to the day when his oldest brother, Rob, would be 26 and over-the-hill cell-wise, so he, as a young vibrant man, could take on the old guy. Well, as of last week when Jon turned 26, both of his big brothers are "on the decline", so now he has just two years to take the old guys on.
However, this Mom knows, it will be, as it's pretty much always been, a battle of brains, not brawn — although, at 6'4" and 210 pounds, Bill is rather brawny, but he is (as all of my guys are) also brainy. And if it gets too heated, I'll just tell them to take it outside where I can throw a bucket of cold water on them to cool them off… it works every time.
A skiff can also be a flurry 12.01.06 - 5:29 pm (CT)
Well, the Dictionary Diva may be gone, but there are those who, thankfully, are trying to fill the void. Apparently, my use of the word "skiff" to describe a small amount of snow earlier today inspired two hopefuls to send me some feedback. They were both right and, at the same time, so was I, because while skiff is indeed "a small boat", it is also a synonym for flurry, therefore, I feel justified in my usage.
BTW, we ended up with 2 - 3 inches of snow, but at the time I was making my snow angel, you could still see the grass through the snow, hence the skiff reference to the amount of snow we had received.
Not a foot, just a skiff 12.01.06 - 10:41 am (CT)
Maybe we'll still get socked with the blizzard that the weathermen have been predicting for almost a week now, but probably not… at least not here in the far southwest Chicago region. Hmmm, note that I didn't say "Chicago suburbs", because we're really so far south and west that I'm not sure you can still call Manhattan a suburb of anything… oh well, that's neither here nor there. Anyway, they predicted a foot or more and we've gotten just a skiff so far, but then the day is still young.
I love snow and just to prove it, I'm going to go out in my jammies, yes, in my jammies, right now, and make a snow angel, that is, if I can make one in just a skiff of snow…
Jeane's Snow Angel
There you go, there you have it, there you are… a snow angel in just a skiff of snow. Am I nuts? No, I'm not, but I'm having a lot of fun looking like I am.
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