A Point to Ponder . . . . .

 

The old adage that "People have  to hit bottom before they are ready to change" isn't always true. Sometimes when people hit bottom, they grab a shovel and start digging. 

 

Despair is seldom a healthy or long term motivation.

 

But Hope Is.

 

             - John Mohen, CEO, Siloam Mission

A thought for today:

 

 

 Pray for Rain.

    Bring an umbrella.

 

 

On Time, Money, and Age

When I was a kid, I had all the time in the world  to do all of the stuff I wasn't old enough to do yet.

Then I grew up and got a job so I could afford to do all of the stuff I no longer had the time to do.

Now I am retired. I've got all the time in the world to do all of the stuff I can't do anymore even if I had the money. Plus, I am old enough to know better.

Don't Mention It

 

 

Really -- there is no need to mention it . . . 

• An online dating site for the Single Silver Senior crowd: You must be 18 to join. No, your braces don't count as 'Silver'. 

 

• New scholarship from the Smithsonian points to a paradox of historic scope: Our writing system was devised by people who couldn't read.  Honestly, that one comes to us from Smithsonianmag.com. Could be the same people who uncovered evidence that Edison invented the light bulb by candle light.
  
  
• Did anybody ever wonder if Superman ever used a phone booth to make a call? And when did he make the time to go around to pick up all of his clothes? How did he conceal the cape under his Clark Kent duds? And the inquiry that inquiring minds inquire the most: did he ever take off the Superman spandex and cape to wash them?
  
  
• Warning label on my bottle of sleeping pills: Caution, may cause drowsiness.
  
  
• How is it that car manufacturers can sell cars made next year? Are they going by a different calendar, or do they have a time machine that sends back  next years' cars that don't sell because they are already selling the next years' model? Will they ever catch up ... or slow down to let the cars catch up?  Maybe they could do an ad campaign of dealerships selling cars that don't exist yet.
  
  

Marking this Day

 

Marking this day ... as ...  What? 

 

 I don't even know what to call this day. Is it a 'death anniversary'? That sounds morbid. "The date of my husband's passing"? Too long. "The day my widowhood began" sounds a bit dramatic, even for me.

Whatever you call it, the anniversary of the day Derek died marks a whole new chapter, or maybe even a whole new book of my life. 

I lost both of my parents much too early in my life. Mom died of lung cancer in 2007, and Dad of pancreatic cancer in 2015. Their deaths made me sad. I miss them very much. But other than not being able to go 'home' for a visit, or  pick up the phone and hear their voices, their passing didn't really change my life all that much.

          Thank God I have never lost a child. Many of my friends have, and I can't begin to imagine the pain of such a loss.

I have heard it said that the death of a parent is a loss of the past, the death of a child a loss of the future. But the loss of a spouse is in the here and now. This one event changed my life more than any other. When Derek died, I lost a partner, a provider, and a care giver and a lover. I lost the person who fixed my computer glitches, who got mad at me when I spent too much, who sometimes drove too fast for my liking,  worked way too many hours for my liking, and was always right way too often. 

    Sometimes I think I hear his truck coming home, eventually, just really, really, really late for supper. I catch myself thinking that I need to tell him something. I always felt like I was "off duty" when he got home. 

Whatever you call this day, it is going to come around once a year, every year, whether I like it or not.  

I have been trying to  think of a way to end this blog with some insightful, clever, maybe even devotional or inspirational thought. I got nothing. Maybe next year. Stay tuned.