Life is good!
I've been working on a few projects for quite awhile now. Most of the time I've wanted to pull my hair out, throw up my arms in disgust or walk away from it thinking I've had it! But I grew up with the outlook, never give up. Failure is NOT an option. If I hadn't had that mindset I wouldn't be here today. There have been many a time it would have been so easy to say the hell with it, walk away and not looked back. NOPE, not me! I've always pushed onward in hopes it would get better.
With everything that has happened, hubster not obtaining enough work here in New York State, my daughter getting pregnant with twins only to lose one of them and the list goes on, it's kind of hard not to lose faith. But then something wonderful happens and everything seems to come together and we must remember everything happens for a reason.
I'm almost finished with my manuscript, which has taken longer than I expected due to many changes in it. Hubster is procuring more work here, which may mean the for rent sign may be going up on his "bachelor bungalow" in New Jersey and my second grandson will soon be in my arms come April.
And while we never know what is in store for us on our journey through life, we embrace the positive, let go of the negative and laugh at the cockamamie. I've done a lot of laughing lately!
Yeah, Life is good. It really is.
And then there's those little things that make it even better, not to mention satisfying.
something else
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
~Home~
Ah, finally home.
Mouse's and my little road trip was full of fun, excitement and a ton of laughter -- but it feels so good to be home. We'll both sleep good tonight!
Mouse's and my little road trip was full of fun, excitement and a ton of laughter -- but it feels so good to be home. We'll both sleep good tonight!
Friday, January 18, 2013
Just The Two of Us
Hubster had won tickets for the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer play, performing at the Lancaster
Opera House. After he won them he realized he wouldn't be in town on the date of the show which disappointed him, he has always enjoyed spending as much time as he can with his children. If it were possible he would of cancelled whatever it was just to spend the time with Meah and be able to take her, but with his constant trips to Jersey and now Connecticut he spends more time on the coast than here which doesn't make any of us too happy.
And well the play was geared more toward the younger crowd, we had a good time anyway. It was fun to watch the little ones run around chasing the elves, the expressions on their faces when Rudolph entered and the glee in their eyes when Santa made his grand entrance. Kenna even commented to me afterwards how she thought it was going to "lame" but she "surprisingly" enjoyed the evening.
She's due home from school any time now, love the half days, and then we're off on our (mini) road trip...Just the two of us.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Their Voices Sing
MEAH had her first choral performance Monday night at the high school. It amazes me how much that school has changed since my older children graduated, not to mention when I graduated all those years back. There's not much that has stayed the same except for the auditorium and the carved woodworkings of past students that adorn the entrance doorjambs. Everyone still knows where their first loves heart dwells.
Before we arrived at the high school Meah made sure I knew where she stood on the risers and told me when she spotted me in the audience she would give me a specific signal she had found me. I watched her take her position on the top riser and waited for her sign, her eyes scanning the crowd but she could not locate me. My sister, who by the way is quite vocal to put it mildly, to my surprise had made an appearance. I had not mentioned Meah's performance to her so to see her walk in was unexpected. After a berating from her for not informing her of the evening and before the chorus was settled in she walked up to the front of the auditorium so Meah could see her and even through the loud chatter of the spectators that filled the large theatre I could hear her call out Mikenna's name. That was ALL I heard. I watched Meah's head turn and a huge smile swept over her face and then the customary head shake we all are use to gesturing whenever her aunt is around. She then scanned deeper into the crowd and our eyes met and her visual covert signal carried out.
I finally, after four plus years received a good camera for Christmas, no more cell phone pictures. It has a wonderful video option on it so I decided to use that first. I neglected to make sure it was fully charged and it died soon after the start of the video. Needless to say, I have only cell phone pictures of the performance. I'll make sure it's charged for her first orchestra performance next month.
Before we arrived at the high school Meah made sure I knew where she stood on the risers and told me when she spotted me in the audience she would give me a specific signal she had found me. I watched her take her position on the top riser and waited for her sign, her eyes scanning the crowd but she could not locate me. My sister, who by the way is quite vocal to put it mildly, to my surprise had made an appearance. I had not mentioned Meah's performance to her so to see her walk in was unexpected. After a berating from her for not informing her of the evening and before the chorus was settled in she walked up to the front of the auditorium so Meah could see her and even through the loud chatter of the spectators that filled the large theatre I could hear her call out Mikenna's name. That was ALL I heard. I watched Meah's head turn and a huge smile swept over her face and then the customary head shake we all are use to gesturing whenever her aunt is around. She then scanned deeper into the crowd and our eyes met and her visual covert signal carried out.
I finally, after four plus years received a good camera for Christmas, no more cell phone pictures. It has a wonderful video option on it so I decided to use that first. I neglected to make sure it was fully charged and it died soon after the start of the video. Needless to say, I have only cell phone pictures of the performance. I'll make sure it's charged for her first orchestra performance next month.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
New Beginnings
It's a new year, a new beginning. A time to start over but to remember what we have left behind. It's a time to reflect upon the moments from our past, both good and bad to learn from them. A time to achieve our dreams and strive to do better. We remember the promises we've made and attempt to make good on those promises. We agonize over the promises we broke and try to forgive ourselves.
An old worn out soul, whom I had the great pleasure to get to know often spoke to me about life and how fragile it can be. We'd sit for what seemed like only minutes but contrary to how it felt it instead would be hours. Time seemed to stand still when he spoke of his philosophy of life. He lived long. He lived. The knowledge he held and shared was a gift and I'd get lost in his stories. I'd often drive home afterwards deep in thought.
He once told me to let go of the pain, whether it was because we sat there with a tube attached to our arms and it being uncomfortable or if he could see through me when he looked into my eyes, I'm not quite sure. There was always some sort of deeper wisdom I'd walk away with after sharing a "cocktail" with him, some of it painfully simple and I'd kick myself for not thinking of it the way he seemed to eloquently convey it to me along with other insights, his sagacity I'd think long and hard about and wonder if he indeed had the ability to probe my thoughts.
One of our last klatches together he mentioned to me he had seen a change in me, I wasn't the "young lady" he had first met. He never revealed details of those changes only saying in his winsome way something to the effect of -- don't let the bad stuff overshadow the good, don't let it destroy you.
It's a new year....And so, to new beginnings -- I raise my glass, my half-full glass and I wish you nothing but what you give....and more.
An old worn out soul, whom I had the great pleasure to get to know often spoke to me about life and how fragile it can be. We'd sit for what seemed like only minutes but contrary to how it felt it instead would be hours. Time seemed to stand still when he spoke of his philosophy of life. He lived long. He lived. The knowledge he held and shared was a gift and I'd get lost in his stories. I'd often drive home afterwards deep in thought.
He once told me to let go of the pain, whether it was because we sat there with a tube attached to our arms and it being uncomfortable or if he could see through me when he looked into my eyes, I'm not quite sure. There was always some sort of deeper wisdom I'd walk away with after sharing a "cocktail" with him, some of it painfully simple and I'd kick myself for not thinking of it the way he seemed to eloquently convey it to me along with other insights, his sagacity I'd think long and hard about and wonder if he indeed had the ability to probe my thoughts.
One of our last klatches together he mentioned to me he had seen a change in me, I wasn't the "young lady" he had first met. He never revealed details of those changes only saying in his winsome way something to the effect of -- don't let the bad stuff overshadow the good, don't let it destroy you.
It's a new year....And so, to new beginnings -- I raise my glass, my half-full glass and I wish you nothing but what you give....and more.
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