All of my life I seem to be the last to know. Like can you make a favorites list of blog sites? And how do you put music on your blog and all the cute gizmos and gadgets that people have? Ya'll are too cool. I'd like to get this groovy granny up to speed.
Usually I am too busy for this but my back is hurt. So I'm not rushing around doing all that significant, insignificant stuff of daily life. It is amazing how all this stuff that is so urgent one day is stuff I can't remember the next. We had a "counselling" session today with my grand daughters. I told them I'm going to start writing all the crazy antics of this family down and they started screaming. Have I stumbled upon the secret weapon? Nahhh I don't need a weapon but it was pretty funny how fast they hit the panic button. We really do have a pretty funny family.
I would be the Eeyore in the crowd, "nobody loves me". Nobody cares that the dust is so thick on the coffee table you can write in it. I wrote "dust me", and waited, nothing happened. The next day I pulled out the windex and cleaned the table. Dirt is invisible to my family. I am the only one who can even see it. It's an Eeyore thing. I lost my clean house and can't find it, don't know where it went, can't get it back. The kids are Tigger and Piglet. My little bitty Piglet makes the biggest messes, she's not happy when her pigsty gets tidied up. She loves piles. Piles of clothes, shoes, stuff, just put it in a heap. Tigger loves hugs, she can knock you right over with affection, bouncing along. and then there is good old Christopher Robin with a common sense level approach to life. That would be who Eeyore was lucky to marry. Eeyore basically has a negative view of most things, looking down, seeing the dirt and muck. But Eeyore secretly wants to look up and ignore all those little irritations and float away on a balloon into the sunnier part of the story. How fun would it be to fly?
After all when I'm dead and buried what will they say about me? She sure had a dirty toilet, and the furniture in her house was a cat hair collection. I hope not. I hope I leave behind something of lasting value, some act of kindness, or some demonstration of positive action that my girls would admire and maybe even emulate. You know the caught stuff, not the taught stuff. When we set an example and they notice it. Maybe one day I'll learn to spell. Maybe I'll learn how to create a dazzling blog. Maybe I'll get my priorities in order of importance to such an extent that what others think won't matter so much, and the way this house looks won't be a personal reflection of me. Maybe what really matters in the eternal perspective of things will take hold of my personality,.... and I'll find my tail, and it'll be my birthday and everyone will remember. Well, maybe not, but it won't matter anymore, because I will be looking up.