THIRD TIME WASN'T A CHARM AFTER ALL!
Tuesday March 20, 2012 8:45 pm
I don't feel like writing a lot this evening... someday I'll take the time and fill anyone in who reads about why I couldn't do what I wanted. At least not with the design I asked for and I really am not too interested in changing it because then it really wouldn't mean too much to me anyway.
Apart from that I had a really good first day of this new season!
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
Tuesday March 20, 2012 5:15 am
Well, it's the first day of Spring and for several days it has felt like summertime already. The weather has been extraordinary! In addition to the winter season having officially ended yesterday it's also the one year anniversary of a date, that, although might only be important to me: nonetheless, it is important to me, and because of that I am doing something (later today) to commemorate this date for me.
As a matter of fact what I am doing is something I have wanted to do since my birthday last November. However, at that time I couldn't coordinate with the person I needed to... so, I tried again on another date that is also important to me: which was a few weeks later... and, for the second time in a row the other person had another reason why they couldn't do it then either. BUT... hopefully it is true that the third time really is a charm and I will finally get it done today (:
Later this week I am taking a quick trip to Heaven... well, truth be told: “Almost Heaven” ... good ol' West Virginia!!! Just passing through really on our way to see Deb's sister and a friend of the family who has cancer. Then, we'll be heading back home. I had so wanted (instead of WV) to go to the beach and take Virgil... but, I am (again) doing "the right thing" by not going swimming in the ocean with my little boy ): Instead we are driving to Ohio. Even though I know this is the thing to do at this time... it really doesn't make me like it any better.
But, in reality seeing someone who is sick is more important than spending a few days on a beach somewhere playing in the sand and the surf with Virgil. (I am going to keep repeating that thought to myself until I come to believe it ...lol)
Just in case my friend in Ohio reads this post and thinks I don't want to come... it isn't that at all ... honest. YOU are more important! I am just complaining in writing because somehow it makes me feel a little better to do so (: It is just that I keep telling Virgil all the time that I am taking him to see the ocean (soon) and every time I set aside a few days to do that... a more pressing need arises and I find I have lied to my little friend again.
Well, I am leaving for work in a few minutes so I guess I will stop griping and do what I ought. I hope any one who reads this blog has a fun day on this start to a new season!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIRGIL!!!!!!!
Wednesday March 14, 2012 4:57 am
Eleven years ago, on March 14, 2001, my “best buddy” (Virgil) was born. We have been fast friends almost since the first time I ever saw him as a little puppy with his long spindly legs, an over-sized head, and such great character in his face! He was then, and still is today: simply adorable!
After I got off work this evening I was holding him and just talking and telling him how great I think he is and I was also looking at him with a critical eye rather then how I usually see him and that is with eyes of love. Even with a critical eye it is hard to find fault with him in his looks. His two little boys out back are less than half his age and both of them have far more grey in their muzzles than he does. It is true that his chin has a lot of grey hairs on it, but there are only small flecks of grey in his muzzle. His eyes are still bright and this evening I stayed home (rather than going back out) and played with him in the back yard. He still runs and jumps when I am with him even as he did as a young puppy.
I was going to write that I could only hope that I would look as good as he does if I live to be 77? But, the honest truth is he looks better at 77 (as a dog) then I do now at 56. I have noticed though that he sleeps more deeply... and my poor little guy is starting to lose his hearing. Deb has told me that she thinks he is being disobedient at times when I call to him... but I have tried to explain that it really isn't that. Unless he is watching me when I call for him he just doesn't hear me when I am calling his name; that is if he happens to be looking the other way. However, other than those two things... he is holding up remarkably well!!!
I get off work tomorrow at 4:00 and I am going to take him out with me for a hike in the woods: it is supposed to reach into the 80's and I am looking forward to this type of weather so we can do some fun things together again (: I pray Virgil has many more birthdays ahead of him and hopefully Virgil and I can enjoy several more trips around the Sun together! So, “Happy birthday” to my little man... Virgil!!!!!!! Did I already mention that I love Virgil a lot!
THINKING?
Sunday March 4, 2012 11:25 am
Do you ever stop, I mean really... just stop? Stop and reflect on your life. That is, what has already been and what might possibly still come? I find myself doing this quite often. Wondering, or perhaps just daydreaming about how different things might otherwise have been if a chance meeting had not happened... or, what if it had?
We live our everyday lives in nanoseconds as the past blurs with the present and rushes into the future, our unknown. I sit here this morning in a quiet house, just waiting, thinking, and watching the clock until it will be time for me to leave and go to work. And I can't help but to contemplate my life and failures. To be fair there are some successes, but for the most part they are not as many nor as momentous as what I have failed in wanting to do.
John Greenleaf Whittier wrote a very famous peom … MAUD MULLER. Whenever you have the opportunity to do so, it is worth reading... then reading again. I have often said the poem (near the end) has a truly sad, and and yet (somehow) inspiring few words. “For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: “it might have been!”
The story he tells is as old as the beginning of mankind, yet, it is as new as this morning as I type these few words. Love lost... or perhaps just settled?
I ask all of my readers... though my weekly counter I receive at my email address shows they are not so very many any more at all. So, I will restate my question. To my few readers of this blog... whenever you allow yourselves a quiet time of introspection: what thought or thoughts most frequently capture your imagination and causes you with a wistful sigh to echo Whittier's words... “it might have been!”
I take one thing back I just wrote... in reading those four words again: I can find nothing inspirational in them at all ):
