today is 1/1/2015..wooo hooo! New Year’s Day! I ate enough black eyed peas to cover the 365 days of this year (it takes one for each day) I been trying to figure out what my resolution is and they are all the same old generic ones.. lose weight, eat healthier, exercise, those are my ongoing failures, I try but God help me, I have to have a cookie now and then..and I still put regular sugar and milk in my coffee..they say that sugar is bad for you but it’s like the only bad thing I have left.. my last addiction. I exercise a lot at work, it’s not a desk job. I do that at home. I think it might be get totally out of debt but I don’t know if I can hack the 12 equal monthly payments and still eat and put gas in the clunker. I will give a valiant effort to it at least, as long as the overtime continues I might succeed. I drank less than 24 oz. of Corona to celebrate the new calender, I poured about a third of it down the sink..so much for the celebration…It has occurred to me that while I wasn’t paying attention, old age has sneaked up and grabbed me. At least to me it seems like that last few years have been a time that I have been forced into a form of maturity, or conformity to the monotony would be a more correct term. When is it that we give up on what we want and do what is expected of us? is it instilled in us early on or do we acquire it out of despair?..For me I think it has been both… Good thing I signed up for online yoga.. I might find myself? Next year when it turns 2016 I think I’ll go to the New Year’s Party at the Crystal Bridges Art Gallery, or at least I wrote it on my new calender…
In nature, in architecture, geometry lives. This week, it’s circles and curves.
The circle of the moon, the arch on a doorway. The curve or a hip, or a smile.
The curve of the road, as it goes ever onward … the design in the walkway. Nothing is a straight line because the earth is round. Almost round. Slightly elliptical, actually.
It was the day after Christmas, when I finally figured out what my role in life has been and probably will be in the future, I don’t know why it took me so long for the light to suddenly come on, I am a caregiver.. not by choice, it has been forced on me.
I have been reluctant to accept it.
It all started when I was a little girl and my Dad would bring in the little puppies, pigs, calves, and even once a preemie baby horse, and I would set in to trying to save them, all night poking milk down their throat and keeping them warm by the fireplace wrapped up in a blanket, in my lap.. then I would wake up in the morning and most of the time they would be gone and I would be there, a little dazed under my blanket, empty handed.. I would look at my Dad and say what happened and he would say, it’s gone. A stab of pain, a sense of loss and failure, and the numbness of trying to carry on and keep going.
so I had my training early in life about death and destruction, maybe too much.. I am tiring of this “role”… but I still found myself poking milk down a new puppy that my son’s girlfriend’s daughter got for Christmas, that was brought here too early, it doesn’t have teeth yet, it should still be with it’s Mama, but the ignorance and excitement of a young broke Mom, launched it full speed into my life on Christmas morning as a present to a 4 year old.. bound and determined for it to survive and not be another failure on my part, I have taken to the care of it .. today it is getting teeth and walking so maybe it will survive..
My Dad told me the Bible says that God will supply all your needs, and that he needed me to help him sometimes, that’s why I got to take care of those animals, to help out in their time of need.. I read in the newspaper the other day, that the Pope had announced that animals get to go to heaven, I have felt that way for a long time… I hope so.
I have not been good this year, I have tried, but as usual I don’t live up to my expectations, I know I won’t get anything from Santa…I even know that there is not a Santa, but don’t tell anybody…
I did however make a list of things that I would like to have for Christmas:
1. A Man (there has to be more to it than that, or I would have one already) they say you are supposed to be specific in what you want, so let me revise that.. a nice looking man, with a brain, a sense of humor and some money in the bank…preferably single. I guess I am hard to handle, or I haven’t found anything worth keeping yet. I’ll die single and I’m ok with that..
2. To see Cecily, I have a grand-daughter that is being kept away from me by her mother, as punishment to me and my son, my son wouldn’t marry the girl, so she married someone else and keeps the little girl who is now 5 from seeing us at all.
3. To have an easy day today at work and to get my Christmas shopping done tomorrow… and to cook, and bake..
maybe I can pull off the last one, I’ll make that my goal and see if it’s achievable…
Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Jesus! (even if you weren’t born in December)
Our editors dove into the archives to resurface top posts published on WordPress.com this year, from personal essays to comics, and photography to fiction. Here’s a glimpse of what you published — and what the community especially loved — in 2014.
“Ever Wished That Calvin and Hobbes Creator Bill Watterson Would Return to the Comics Page? Well, He Just Did,” Stephan Pastis, Pearls Before Swine
“Bill Watterson is the Bigfoot of cartooning,” writes comic artist Stephan Pastis of the legendary Calvin and Hobbes creator. This summer, Pastis collaborated — in secret — with Watterson. Their awesome idea: Watterson would silently step in and draw Pastis’ comic strip, Pearls Before Swine, for a few days, pretending to be a second grader. Pastis recounts the experience, offering a rare glimpse of Bigfoot.
Pearls Before Swine; Stephan Pastis; June 4, 2014.
“No Apology,” Mehreen Kasana
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