January 23,2004


To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

~ Bessie Stanley (1905)

Yesterday was one of the coldest days we have had this winter. Because of the early morning snow and blowing snow school was cancelled. Grandson and I spent a cozy afternoon together; going out to get some goodies, watching movies, working on his website and chatting. We decided to brave the cold and drive over to the nearest Safeway to stock up on comfort food and movies. Nana had a bit of a shock when she hit some ice on the Safeway driveway and her car took on a life of its own. Grandson yelled “Nana what are you doing” as the car ran over the boulevard. Being the “expert” that she is, Nana managed to maintain control and it was only seconds before the car was on the right side of the road again. Afternoons like this are so special; I will treasure them always.

The bone pain is like an enemy who cannot take no for an answer. It hovers around even though I have politely and not so politely asked it to leave. It is like the drama queens who have no other purpose in life but to make life difficult for others. It will come creeping into your life subtly, making you think the relationship might just be bearable. Then when you least expect it; it attacks you with a vengeance. It has no compassion, no tolerance; but attacks when you are most vulnerable. Pain like the drama queens is fickle and mean. Like the drama queens, pain will keep up its nasty assault until you feel like you have used up all your resources to keep it at bay. Like drama queens, pain twists your thoughts and your words. Pain causes the mind to try to think up reasons for why it exists just like the drama queens delude themselves with the reasons for their cruel actions. However, this battle can be won even though it is hard, tiring and eventually very monotonous. One must be diligent and continue to fight to ignore the pain just as one would do with the drama queens.

To Much Time

“There was a plain middle aged lady,
With too much time on her hands
Her only form of entertainment
Was a silly peculiar man
Sadly they lacked imagination
But hungered for recognition and fame
So to indulge their silly fantasies
Internet theft became their game.”

~ by WB

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