History!

"Keep this copy for your records"

Today, I packed records! LP records, albums, and the devise to play them on. As I was sorting through history, putting this record and that one into the correct cover, I was suddenly awed by all I have seen. It was one of those moments- you knows the ones. The ones where if you were a cartoon, the light bulb would suddenly appear and be glowing and the caption would say, "Duh."

You get the light bulb when you are old and have seen a lot of stuff.

I sorted through the different record albums and noted the artists. James Taylor, Gordon Lightfoot, Simon and Garfunkle, Kenny Rogers, Glen Campbell, 2001, A Space Odyssey, The William Tell Overture, Patch, the Pirate Teaches Music, John Denver, Andy Williams, The Gatlin Brothers, Eagles. Fiddler on the Roof, The Sound of Music, Ed Ames... My Gosh!

And these records ... these were not packed somewhere in a closet! These are records I play often. (well, maybe not Patch, the Pirate) I took the tape deck/radio, CD player, record player unit from the counter next to the fridge, detached the speakers and packed them all.

So, here was history all in one box, one unit... the same artists... Gordon, Simon & Garfunkle, Glen, Ed, Andy, Kenny, John and the entire gang.. on LP - that means Long Playing.. 33. Big vinyl disks, one little hole. And here they all are again on cassette tapes...again on CD and yet again.. on my I-POD.

So! It is true.. history repeats itself!

Life

and so it goes... I continue packing up "life"
The kitchen... the final frontier... no, wait- who knows what is in the attic?

D. would cringe if he knew I posted photos like these but this is life and life is messy and mostly disorganized. Most of us are just doing our best and leaving the rest and if we really admitted it we would have to say that some of life just can't be categorized- neatly filed though I am sure D would try.

Our organizational styles are very different. D. would probably take one item from a drawer, make an instant decision-keep, toss, ask because this item might for some unknown and obscure reason be important and of great value. (to me)

My style however, is to drag everything out, look at it, think a while about it, ponder how it came to be and where it came from and then decide- keep or toss.

It is my way and the way I approach most things- Just Jump in.. must be the bunny in me.

Sorry, I couldn't Resist

October!

October is my favorite month!



October has always seemed to be a moth for change and good things. Change is good, a friend told me but we do not lke change. Change can be hard. It stretches us and forces us to do more.. to be more..

So. Welcome October! Here are a couple of "change " pics.

Moving!






The bunny count is NOT Offficial.

I counted 62 in the pic but I have discovered more bunnies since.
Bunnies are such excellent hiders!

White Flag

after all is said and done, look for the white flag of surrender. no doubt you will see it there




























Eye surgery today

Home

Silas came home.

Going Places I should Not Go

It is so strange-packing up pieces of your life. Now, when I look for something, it's in a box somewhere. We have been in this house 11 years! We have a lot of stuff! It was a mistake though, to sort through all the files in my desk. I should have just moved everything in the file from desk to box and not looked

But No! I looked and was surprised.

Reactions:

Wow! I sure would have written that piece differently today!
Wow! This is worst than mindless moronic dribble I have ever read. It has been left on the basketball court far too long!
Wow! This is fantastic! Did I really write this? ... checks name. YES! It's Mine!
Wow! This piece would be great if only... edit... type, type, type, squint, edit, spell check, edit...

By now, it is 5 AM and I have been up all night, Then I notice D. is awake.

"Wow! Look what I found! It's so funny! I can't believe I wrote this! Do you want to hear it? " (No answer) Groans do NOT count as answers.

Sigh...

What will I miss about living in this house- the only house we ever owned... well, we didn't actually .. the bank and others.. oh well..

I'll miss the birds singing at 6 AM (especially the doves that nested in a tree by the porch.)

I'll miss the pond and all the creatures that visit and live there and all there and sounds they make. The foxes that denned under our mini barn, the wild bunnies, the blue heron, the geesse and ducks, the bull frogs and yes, even the red-winged blackbirds that dive bomb when you dare walk to the water's edge and sit under the willow trees.

I'll miss the peach and cherry tree S. planted when he was just a kid. The birds snatched all the cherries but we had some nice peaches to feast on for a while. First time this year!

I'll miss walking out on the deck at 2 or 3 AM, and standing at the rail watching the moon and listening to the night sounds.

The house is easy to leave. It is just a house. It needs much repair, part our own fault but most is fault in learning. Check first before purchasing if there is a class action law suit going on because the siding is defective...

One thing I wish I had done though and did because I was foolish, I will have to deal with. I buried my 4 bunnies in the flower bed by the front porch. I wanted them close by but I should have buried them out back somewhere where they would less likely be disturbed. So, I have decided the only ting I can do for them is to write a note and put it in a bottle and bury it with the top exposed in hopes some curious kind person will discover and dig gently.

this not the material for a blog I suppose but these are my thoughts on this day and it is my blog. I had a web site for years, I kept a journal. It is gone now too and I sorely regret I didn't take the time and transfer those thoughts to hard copy, but at the time, there were too many other things pushing and pulling ..demanding I do this or do that, so, I just deleted the account. I am sorry now. Those days recorded are lost.. like the time I was surprised and happy to learn a bunny was living under the mini barn.. that was before the foxes. I left him carrots in the snow. Deaths of loved ones, passing of friends, what being a friend actually means, Monkeys, happy days and sad. sigh

Foolish foolish! I should NOT be writing this today. It is not constructive and is not positive and it is making me cry. I don' tknow why. So I will end and occupy my mind with laundry, piles of scattered stuff I don't know what to do with, dishes and other things that lurk in corners and sneer at me. But before I do that, I will go sit on the deck and listen for the bullfrogs and ducks. END.