Category: Mom and Dad

  • as slow as Christmas…but, it is not slow anymore.

    as slow as Christmas…but, it is not slow anymore.

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    Astoundingly fast the time goes these days.  When we were kids, we used to say “as slow as Christmas” when we thought that something was taking a long time.  We were always waiting for Christmas to come around again.  The dramatic lead up to the climax of the eve before the big day.  Loved “The Christmas Story” movie about the kid and the bee-bee gun – absolutely one of the best Christmas movies out there…  Likely, the kid thought that things were indeed moving slowly as he wished and hoped that Santa would deliver his dream!

    I was running the other day and had these thoughts, as I do, about this phenomenon of time moving faster as you get older.  Well, unfortunately, I forgot it (mostly), as you do, when your endorphins go back down to normal levels after the run.  Shit.  I hate it when that happens.  I lose some of my best insights that way.  Sometimes I record these, but then I get nervous and feel like I am on radio.  It completely upchucks the thoughts and garbles the original flow.  I wish I could invent something that could record these important insights in my brain and not look like really screwed up garbage.

    I don’t have the comic strip anymore, but years ago, Dagwood Bumstead (of the comic strip Blondie) awakened and opened up a notepad on his bed stand after having a brilliant flash of insight when he was dreaming – and what he found the next day was a bunch of nonsensical words written down, much to his chagrin.  That would be me!

    I get a little depressed that my time on earth is now within that realm of “realizable”, as it now has the potential to be no longer than my longest marriage relationship, statistically speaking.  In addition to this, we all, as we age, begin to see each year more people taking off due to unexpected circumstances and early-onset illnesses.  Big fat finger in your face, reminding you that you are not in control here.

    My neighbor told me the story of asking her dad on his 70th birthday, “Dad, how does it feel to be 70?”  She said he was not happy being asked that question.  He told her to consider how she would feel if she knew that she had more years behind her than the number ahead.  I had a similar experience with my Dad when he was in his sixties.  He got really grumpy when I made a bad attempt to be humorous about his age.  My bad judgment and lack of understanding got me into some deep doo-doo on that one…

    Yep, it’s a fact.  No matter which flavor of religious affiliation you are, generally speaking, you are mainly being prepared for leaving the planet as you listen to sermons and read about what prophets say.  This time of year, the joyousness of the season is infectious and people of various faiths do celebrate The Holidays together as much as they can because it is positive and cheery – everyone feels good, mostly, when they get out and party in a positive way with people.

    As an analyst, looking at religions across the spectrum, the preparation for “what’s next” in the human experience and birth-life-death-re-birth (or not) is the one common denominator.  We see that some religions more focus on the here and now, and some focus on the within more than the without, and some focus on the after, more than the now, but the departure in all its forms, of leaving the body in which we are living presents a major event horizon that triggers something else in the belief systems of major and minor religious philosophies.  Besides Death, Birth is that other one single event that is viewed as important, as it begins a cycle of life on the planet.  It is all wondrous and never solved definitively, likely by design by someone or some thing.

    People dedicate their entire lives to the solution.  They go into the forest by certain trees and sometimes get so far in that they lose sight of the original point that they are trying to solve – or rather the mystery – maybe it is not a problem, just a condition, or a situation.  Whatever.

    IMG_4601The trees still have green leaves on them where I live.  Some of these are supposed to have fallen off, or at least be brown or some other color besides green.  We have constant change in our environment that poses big world problems or problems of the planet.  We watched the movie, “Interstellar”, the other night.  It was one of the physics and math will solve this if someone smart enough can do this in time types of movies with the added aspect of the explorers going outside to look for a new planet, just in case, even though most people will be dead back home because of the time warps and distance issues.

    You know – it’s enough to entertain you, and make you a little anxious.  Half-facts, with the seasonings and flavorings borrowed from Contact, Mad Max, and other such movies.  We didn’t see aliens – they were missing.  But then ahead of this, there was the boring war movie that had the alien spaceship and when I am falling asleep watching movies, they tend to merge into one plot.  Or I get distracted and the movie isn’t that meaningful, so I go surf the net, or go on Facebook.  I mean, how many ways can you slice and dice the plot lines?  It’s all about the same thing.

    Redux.  Is there anything new under the sun?  No, not really.  It is, as I said in one of my other posts, all matter just recomposed and reconfigured.  Stuff just isn’t produced – it is reconstituted.  Think about it.  How would anything really leave and how would anything else come in?  Hmmmm.  Think of the options.  According to some folks who are “in the know” – it hasn’t happened that anyone can prove…  At least not yet, right Agent Scully?

    So, what was I saying?  Slower than Christmas?  Whoever thought that up was just trying to be clever.  I am with you.

    splashWhat I do know is that Humor IS required!  Without it, you are sunk.  “Bottom of the ocean…”

    And before we know it, it will be Christmas Day.  We should celebrate something – any aspect of our lives that has reflected positively and gives us hope – definitely, it is a time to reflect on new beginnings and try to not think about the anxieties of the world.

    What do I want for Christmas?  Twenty-four hours of no television, of good conversation that is not negative, with reflections of good times and gratefulness – peace for a day.  Longer if possible.  That is what I would like for Christmas this year.  Oh, and good health.  Yeah, that would be good – for the entire family.

    We will save prosperity wishes for New Years!

    Happy Holidays from the family!

    SonnyAndBabyWill
    December 1979.
  • Christmas.  This commercialism really gets old, the older you get…

    Christmas. This commercialism really gets old, the older you get…

    So.  Went to a Christmas Concert last night at a local Calgary University called Ambrose University.  It is a Christian school.  It had an excellent choir and a fair orchestra and the program was all in all pretty good – but it still didn’t get me there.

    It has been an odd year, frankly.  Being away from home the past five months has been pretty life changing.  Having the switch back to the solo living existence intermittently, living without a car, the extreme cold weather here with all of its perils (slippery ice and freeze your face off cold)… and working out solutions to every day existence… Yeah, interesting.  Not sure I am up for doing this again, though.  Not being this far away.  I miss my husband and my dog.  You know you miss home when you feel pretty anxious about running out of coffee creamer.  Silly stuff like that.  Extreme worry about insignificant shit.

    Guess it has taught me a few things… What about my life is precious – that I really do not want to waste my time left here on this planet, and that I have something poking at me that tells me that I need to contribute to the good of the place, and to its people, as best as I can… regardless…  It’s one of those “greater good” things…

    Anyhow, it’s Christmas season and I will contemplate this as it is meaningful to me in so many ways…

    Mimi - Her Last Christmas
    Mimi – Her Last Christmas

     

    Rob with brother Will - Rob's last Christmas...
    Rob with brother Will – Rob’s last Christmas…

    And as I reflect, the family has bonds that tie to the season – I missed my son Rob’s last Christmas – sadly… But, you can’t always have it 100% and I will just remember the one where we were together… in 2003 – where he was himself and the quintessential “Rob”.

    I will hold the penguins off as long as I can.
    I will hold the penguins off as long as I can.

    Holding out for a blessed holiday… to be different this year – in New Zealand…

    In the meantime we pray for a good outcome for our friends Chase and Tom McGowen – son and father, recipient and donor of another transplant to hopefully extend Chase’s opportunity for some more years… Gosh they have been through it…

    Hope abounds in this Christmas Season of the birth of hope…

  • oh gosh how come life has so many problems to solve?

    oh gosh how come life has so many problems to solve?

    i am generating content in word to try out the feature of copy/pasting from word to wordpress.  will see how it goes.  first of all, word corrects my lower case.  i have to go back in and put it all to lower case.  problem to solve no. 1 – told ya.

    then the day the way it went, it was this happening, that happening, and out of control things that need to be managed.  it’s okay it is just life.  no stressin’   be as ready as you can whenever.

    do we ever get to relax?  let’s see.  we had those issues to solve on vacation.  this or that, but nonetheless, the beaten path to the place to ask for help.

    would things go smoothly?  would we have a gift of something going right come to us once in awhile.  old cars.  please don’t break on me.  our bodies not cooperating.  please don’t do this to me.  ah the aging process does change things.  clip clop, tick tock.  ding!

     

    now we heard today about experiments where they might be able to take your cells and regenerate your organs from old cells.  wow.  just like getting parts for the car.  well not quite.

    as my grandmother would say, “oh my, oh my…” when she heard about something modern and magical.  cars, television, telephones, and… she never witnessed a cell phone.  computers she had heard about, but these were not today’s computer in the palm of your hand combined with your telephone that provides a george jetson kind of picture of the person that you are talking with if you want to… no, that was the stuff that was on tv in those futuristic programs and she did not think of those as reality.

    but today, what would she think?  i think she would love the social networking, but maybe not use it except to see pictures of people she knows or exchange niceties.  she was always polite, mostly, and very well educated in the social graces.  she went to finishing school.  solving problems in her day was not much different to now except for maybe the technology that did not exist.  i miss my grandmother.

    i miss my mom. i miss my dad. i miss my grandpa.

    Mom and Geegawk, my grandmother Ellen

    modern problems are old problems with a modern hat.

    Dorothy's 80th in her new hat

    my aunt dorothy was given a great gift for her 80th birthday – a hat.  dorothy was an amazing woman, accomplished in ways that made being with her a very enriching experience.  i miss her.