just sitting here pondering life.
i used to feel guilty when i first retired about just sitting and pondering
then i realized one day that maybe i had paid my dues.
i worked hard.
not as long as some. and yet much longer than others.
25 years . . . not counting a very few when i was first married.
so. i’m a bit easier on me nowadays.
i came from that old puritan work ethic though.
you know . . .
‘idle hands are the devil’s workshop.’
‘never put off til tomorrow what you can do today.’
‘work is the tonic that cures all ills.’ (not convinced of that one there!)
besides. who’s keeping score?
so i have since then given myself permission to sit and ponder life when
i want to.
and this morning it seems i want to.
i’m having a deliciously simple small lunch. a favorite.
only it’s not even lunch time! more like breakfast time.
i’m meeting the marine for lunch at one of our favorite places.
right now . . . though . . . instead of regular breakfast food . . .
i’m sipping red tomato soup through a bright blue plastic straw.
the soup is hot but not too hot. and it’s so much more fun
sipping it through the straw!
it always makes me think of mrs hodges. she’s the teacher in virginia
who showed me how to drink it that way.
i liked her. even if she did teach algebra.
good grief charlie brown! i actually used to work those equations?
how did i ever get through it? it was some kind of miracle! yes!
a miracle. no less than the pick up your bed and walk kind.
i have NO head for figures. math is a four letter dirty word to me.
and of course . . .
i’ve used algebra EVERY DAY of my life since then . . . . NOT!
i wouldn’t even recognize it if i DID use it! i can barely measure for
the only thing i remember about that class is mrs hodges pulling up her
bra strap all the time. and the boys mocking that behind her back . . .
and her teaching me very kindly . . . how to drink tomato soup through
a straw at lunch time. and her gentle kindness to this ‘new girl.’
i don’t consider it a wasted class at all.
the prairie wind is blowing about 25 to 30 mph today with gusts
sometimes up to 40.
there are three constants it seems . . .
taxes. the wind. and age.
the wind OUTSIDE. shame on your mind. shame.
ever since i wrote that famous most popular post ‘women don’t fart.’
yes. if you’re new to the peanut ~ just go to categories and choose
‘so embarrassing!’ it seems people still love that kind of story. lol.
anyway old bean. at least right at this moment ~ i’m thinking ~
that this next year might be the year i want some adventure.
something new. a change. i don’t even know yet what it might be.
but i feel the winds of change in this prairie wind today.
sometimes the prairie winds are melancholy. but today . . .
today they are stirring up the dry leaves in my soul.
i ponder all this as i sip the red tomato soup through the bright blue