Time to Wake, Time to Write

What’s more to the point I’ve been way too distracted to write. It seems like yesterday the busy days of life piling together one on top of another. The weather… The Sun… The Heat one day… than it turns blistering cold. Way to cold for the desert. But here I am. Work, sleep, get up and do it all over again. Time to write time to think, but nothing ever gets done. It’s like trying to clean out a junk box, not knowing where to start. But oh, I want to finish. Finish fixing my house, painting, cleaning. Must start some where and here is ware it starts, one day, at a time. But always I’m rambling, between the days resting, playing, mostly TV brain. It seems the older you get the slower you are. Now here comes the push. Do we dare? I want to hurry. Hurry for the future! It’s coming. I think of all the possibilities. But I do fear all the days, the news, the fear of the Global conflict. Yes and Global warming. The endless mendacity of corruption of the government dare I say it, enough said! Life turns and all I want is one day at a time to get through the fear, the sadness, and reach for the good days.

So… time to write, time to listen. To me! I seem to have a new plan ahead of me a great wakening. Although it seems like I’m reaching for a brass ring trying to catch it as I go by on a Marry go round. Always out of reach. It’s a new year and a new future waiting. Lots of plans so large I’ll just have to take it as it comes. Here comes box cleaning time. Step one: Write as often as I can. Step two: write everything! Step three: write more poetry. I love that! I’ve decided to take that one day at a time and update you all when I can. About my life and my future now on to the news cast the daily stuff. Much time has passed though just a year I must tell you what has lead my path to this day.

Time slips by way to fast that I want to give it a place to be remembered for all time, in the journal. Since I last wrote everyday was the same work week with a few sparks of fun between them. They were made all the best for spending them all being near and dear to my husband’s heart. I love doing things, making things. Most of all I like taking road trips. So this summer I made some Afghans, went to lots of movies, we even went to some summer concerts. That was fun! This fall we took our road trip in our new sports car now that was fun. We took a drive up the coast to San Francisco. We beat the rainy weather by a day then found our way inland to the redwoods. It was all too relaxing. We came back just in time to spend Thanks Giving with our daughter and her family. Now here… I’m really rushing. I did not explain the meaning for all this gibberish.
In August we were greatly pleased and surprised by the excitement of our Daughter having a baby she is going to have twin girls. So here is my wandering writer’s dream. The children! As any mother would know, is that life is so complete with children’s memories. And our hearts are full. I don’t want to talk of the sad times. But I would like you to understand that always my heart and memories are there in my children’s faces. I still dream of those days. There it comes, the sadness that was my loss, when my Son left to heaven, so did a piece of me. Here comes the happy days again! It is time to be full, time to enjoy, time to make memories, and give peace to those who have gone before us. Wake up you sleepy head shake it up! Tomorrow is a new day, a page not written, waiting for a memory to make real. And the story continues… Day One: