It's All About the Journey

Today is your future. Live in the moment!


Plasti-Ban, Earth Day!

Plastic.  It’s ruining our earth.  It’s ruining our lives!  Now, you are looking at a woman who is not into recycling, shame on me.  I have grown.  I am starting to realize, with the looks of our Mother Earth, the impact of plasti-trash on our environment.

It’s fantastic that the government is banning plastic bags in our grocery stores.  BUT, and here is the big BUT, what about the rest of it?

I looked in my own very personal grocery cart, and I placed in grape tomatoes from Chili.  I actually found, to my delight, romaine lettuce that was un-plastic bagged!  I put them in my newly purchased organic cotton mesh bag.

I bought paper straws at Dollar General.  I had to cave and buy my grands plastic buckets for Easter baskets, but made sure they are multipurpose baskets, they can store socks or toys in the mini-wash baskets.

It’s not enough, folks.  We have to do more.  We have to learn how to grow our own.  We have to stop buying things in plastic.  Whatever happened to the cardboard berry cartons?  Yes, it’s paper, but that paper has been grown specifically for that purpose.

Let’s do it!

 

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Psychology Today & Eudora Welty

I live among control freaks.  I should know better.  I should study my notes more: Glasser, Jung, Szondi, and a little bit of Freud.  I throw Freud in only because he was mentioned in articles so I didn’t feel it wise to throw him OUT.

I don’t even need to tell you why I am writing, you can read it all here, Eudora Welty explained it very well in the short story, “Why I Live at the P.O.”  This was originally published in 1941.

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So the next time you think you have no control, comfort yourself with these words.  And smile.


Mary Poppins is My Middle Name

I have chosen this because I somehow believe that I am “practically perfect in every way!”

Nonsense.  Push it aside and you find an older woman (not even middle aged by definition, although I still consider myself in that age range) who tries so much to be practically perfect and be it to everyone.  STILL.

I actually chose the title of this article today because my great striving this holiday season is to go see the newest Mary Poppins movie.  I love Mary Poppins.  I want to be Mary Poppins.  Mary Poppins has every hair in place.  She wears wonderful hats.  She has a carpet bag that houses a mirror, a large plant, and all things magic.  She has an image that competes with her in the mirror!  Mary Poppins jumps into chalk drawings and creates an adventure. Mary Poppins sees the humor, and rolling her eyes, joins in as eccentric Uncle Albert rolls with laughter on the ceiling.   Mary Poppins spouts wisdom.  Mary Poppins looks at adults and says things like “supercalifragilisticexpialidoscus.”   Nonsense that no one understands, but eventually accept  and not grudgingly.  I want to dance on chimney tops with my Bert (yes, my Bert and I actually DO ballroom dancing)!

I love my grandchildren and want to be their Mary Poppins.  I want to look at their parents–my children–and have them see a crazy old woman who zips up and down staircases with their children, doles out sweet tasting goodies that are good for you to awe those little children into thinking their grandma is magical, when really she is just a crusty old lady with acceptance issues!  But the crusty old lady thinks her grandchildren are the cats’ meow and will do anything to love and entertain them.  Anything to leave her mark on their lives.  Anything to become a historical creature, without doing anything illegal, of course.  And when I leave, whether temporarily through the clouds, sporting my umbrella, or forever on that day, I want to be remembered.

That’s why I do the things that I do.  I write letters that I hope my children (and grands) read, I write journals, so they know who is living in the hyphen, and I become an historical person that actually LIVED, not a vague name on an ancestry listing.  I may never be a national figure, or international figure like Mary Poppins, I will never be a notorious queen, such as Mary, Queen of Scots, or poor Ann, who lost her head over Henry VIII’s whim.  But for what I am hoping is that, for two generations to come, I am.

So let me strip that Mary Poppins middle name from the title, and be Grandma.  Perfect in every way.  And not even practically!


This Old House, cont’d

Remember this old house? Still working on it.

I cannot say “we,” but he has been working onward with this house. Walls have been stripped to the board, windows removed, flooring taken up. Electrical wiring (mostly) removed. Exterior siding and tin roof removed.

This has been an experience and a long walk down memory lane for this man. Perhaps just short of a spiritual experience as he tears down this childhood home, to prepare for our future.

I’d love to take this into the woods and become Thoreau. Wouldn’t you?


A Tribute to my Mother

I called my mother yesterday.  We took care of “business.”

Me:  “Did you try the Apple TV box I gave you?”

Mom: “Yes, I can’t remember how to do it.”  (Instruction…“oh yeah! Okay!“)  “I liked your cauliflower soup!” 

Me: “I’ll send you the recipe! Before I forget, Mom, I wanted you to know that you don’t need to send me a card or a gift.  My birthday gift from you was last weekend when I sat in front of you and you combed my hair, told me I was your little girl.  That was the best gift ever, and I will carry that in my heart.”  

Mom laughs.  “I knew that was coming!”

These are the memories I will carry in my heart about my mother.  She is a strong willed woman.  At 85, she doesn’t make any bones about what she says to anybody (comes with age, warning, we will all get there, if we can hang in there).  She is naughty and doesn’t do what her daughters want her to do.  Fed by Dad, of course!  Those two are never without the other.  A lesson we probably all could learn from!

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“You are the most beautiful girl in the world!” said Dad when he sees this picture.

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This was the most beautiful, for me.  I loved this photo of her in the kimono Dad bought in Japan, when he served in Korea.

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You are a fantastic Grandmother!

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And you are always dressed to kill.  You never go without makeup, you always present your best.

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Mom, I love you, thank you for being my mother.  I will love you forever!  Happy Mother’s Day, 2018

(P.S. Yes, this is your card!)


2018 The Year Ahead

What is our world, if we have not the encouraging word?

Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now. The force of character is cumulative. –Ralph Waldo Emerson

Step out. Be true to yourself. Do not hurt others, do good to all. Then peace will come.