Psalm 89:15
Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence, O LORD.
Today's treasure, so far, is my confused cat, waking me around 9:30 AM, because the alarm did not go off at 6:30 AM. He kneaded my arm, sneezed in my face and tried to bite my nose. Ain't sleeping in grand?
So, Mr. Blue Eyes asked me the next day if I wanted to go canoeing. He silently rowed and I talked nonstop. Wandering in a meadow and along the shore resulted in two kisses. They say silent waters run deep. I say they run fast. It was quickly apparent to our cohorts that we were an item.
I don't remember with whom I rode to get to the cabin, but I rode back with A. on his motorcycle. J., the host, helped me don the required motorcycle helmet. I thought at the time, my he is sweet. With time I learned J. was actually sweet on A. Totally unknown to A. I was a means to and end. O dear.
My solitary existence suddenly exploded. This little nobody was fielding the amorous intentions of A., from the cabin, J. in pursuit of A., a much younger co-worker, and ? a fellow student from confirmation class. Mercy me. It is a shame I couldn't bottle and sell whatever was attracting them all! To top it off, a former flame met while bar hopping decided maybe he was interested in me.
How, you may ask, did I know J. was sweet on A.? J.'s modus operandi was to double date with us, try to wrestle with A. during group get togethers, to have a hissy fit if A. did not come to every one of J.'s plays, to tell me all A. wanted from me was sex and, paradoxically, to share with me his fantasies about the three of us abed.
A.'s modus operandi was to go to square dance classes with me every Friday night. And yes, dear darling J. would be there too. Square dancing is good, clean fun. I enjoyed buying the twirly dresses, fluffy petticoats, and ruffly. mid thigh, flirty undergarments. And gold dancing slippers. It didn't hurt that after the class there would be a pot luck with lots of casseroles and desserts. Every Friday night we had fun dancing, eating, and laughing with people about our age. A. and I tried to find a square dance group where we presently live, but, dare I say it? Everybody was so OLD!!
A year of dating and squaring dancing quickly slipped away. During that time I learned this fella really, really, doesn't talk much. One of the current popular songs was "He's So Shy!" That worked for me. More on his reticence later. It was hard to resist a handsome, blue eyed sweetie that kept coming back.
I learned that he was younger than me. I guess the Vietnam War picked off a lot of candidates my age. I was pondering my encroaching senility while we were driving to Rochester to visit his friends, and I heard A. propose some blueprints for a house. A house for us. I asked him if this was his way of proposing. He continued to concentrate on the road, and said it was. Visions of nursing homes fled from my head and I said, "Well alrighty then!" Or something equally emphatic.
I wanted to do the deed right quick. My romantic man wanted to wait until the following January for tax purposes. Many a time I filled the ear of any friend who would listen with, "For tax purposes!!! Can you believe it????" It dawned on me the person with whom I should be griping was A. I duly did so. He said, "OK then. When do you want to get married?" I replied, "In two weeks."
More later. Time to practice juggling.
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Introduction - 04-21-14
04-21-14
Genesis 1:27
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female he created them.
Hello world! This is my intro blog. Stay tuned to read the ramblings of a newly 60 year old female who presently resides near an oil boom city in the Midwest of USA. There is only so much Spider Solitaire a woman can play before thinking, "Hmm, what else can I do before I die?"
This blog is an attempt to get going on my memoirs and share whatever I may have to offer. Memoirs would be a bit of today and a bit of the past, right? My today included the smiles and laughter of the locals as I walked my Himalayan Rag Doll cat in an infant stroller in a local park. I tried the Pet Smart pet stroller, but found myself wishing I was 4'4" instead of 5'4". I guess only kiddies walk their cats? Anyhoo, since the cat likes lying in the sun and I enjoy walking, a good time was had by all. Today was also one of the first days to frolic outdoors without a hooded parka, scarf and snow-pants. Whoo-hoo!
I suppose a good intro blog would intro the author somewhat. I was born in Alexandria, Virginia in 1953. I made my appearance sans ear canals or ear drums. My mother said I was popular with the doctors. Most of my childhood was spent in Fairfax, Virginia. My mother's boss was Sargent Shriver of Peace Corps fame. My mother was the secretary of the Peace Corps payroll. My father was an auditor with the U.S. Navy. He kept things lively for our family with his version of a person with bipolar disorder. My mother passed away from cancer at age 38. She was from Minnesota, and I went to live with her parents there on a dairy farm whence my father sent me during one of his "episodes."
A cousin of mine was already in residence on my grandparents' farm. I soon wormed my way into the daily chores. My uncle, his wife and their baby girl lived in a trailer on the farm property. A fairly good time was had by all until my grandfather died from cancer and my cousin was killed in a car accident. Soon enough it was my grandmother and I doing the daily chores and my uncle handled planting, harvesting and keeping the machinery running.
My grandmother was a stoic German and kept her grief to herself. I didn't think I said so much, but she often insisted I stop "babbling." One day we were cleaning the barn. She did her gutter and I did mine. I said something. She said, "Stop babbling." Next I know we have the tines of our pitchforks aimed at each others' eyeballs. I gritted my teeth and said, "I Am Not Babbling!!!" Whew. The pitchforks eventually, slowly lowered and we got back to business. I don't recall ever again being told to stop babbling. Much better memories include the way my grandmother would make me laugh with stories about her eccentric mother in law. And the joy we would share over the treasures we found scouring garage sales. A blue light special at K-mart would make us giddy.
My grandmother's further acts above and beyond the call of duty include getting me enrolled in confirmation in ninth grade and driving me to the not so nearby Vocational/Technical Institute after high school graduation. In confirmation I learned to think deeply about God's love for me. In the Vocational school I learned accounting and computer operating.
After vocational school my grandmother and my aunt valeted me about town until I aced an interview with Josten's. The next ten years were spent editing orders for catalog cards for books, keying the orders for catalog cards and then actually operating the computers and printing the catalog cards. All in all these were pretty good accomplishments for a hard of hearing, near sighted, sort-of-shy female of the 1970's! Whenever a relative commented to my grandmother on my prowess at school or at work, she could have taken the opportunity to say how hard she worked to get me where I was. Instead she would always say, "That is just the way she is." Bless her heart!
So, of course there is more to tell in future posts. Getting married. Having babies. Traveling. Other occupations. Better not spill all the beans today! Stay tuned!
Genesis 1:27
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female he created them.
Hello world! This is my intro blog. Stay tuned to read the ramblings of a newly 60 year old female who presently resides near an oil boom city in the Midwest of USA. There is only so much Spider Solitaire a woman can play before thinking, "Hmm, what else can I do before I die?"
This blog is an attempt to get going on my memoirs and share whatever I may have to offer. Memoirs would be a bit of today and a bit of the past, right? My today included the smiles and laughter of the locals as I walked my Himalayan Rag Doll cat in an infant stroller in a local park. I tried the Pet Smart pet stroller, but found myself wishing I was 4'4" instead of 5'4". I guess only kiddies walk their cats? Anyhoo, since the cat likes lying in the sun and I enjoy walking, a good time was had by all. Today was also one of the first days to frolic outdoors without a hooded parka, scarf and snow-pants. Whoo-hoo!
I suppose a good intro blog would intro the author somewhat. I was born in Alexandria, Virginia in 1953. I made my appearance sans ear canals or ear drums. My mother said I was popular with the doctors. Most of my childhood was spent in Fairfax, Virginia. My mother's boss was Sargent Shriver of Peace Corps fame. My mother was the secretary of the Peace Corps payroll. My father was an auditor with the U.S. Navy. He kept things lively for our family with his version of a person with bipolar disorder. My mother passed away from cancer at age 38. She was from Minnesota, and I went to live with her parents there on a dairy farm whence my father sent me during one of his "episodes."
A cousin of mine was already in residence on my grandparents' farm. I soon wormed my way into the daily chores. My uncle, his wife and their baby girl lived in a trailer on the farm property. A fairly good time was had by all until my grandfather died from cancer and my cousin was killed in a car accident. Soon enough it was my grandmother and I doing the daily chores and my uncle handled planting, harvesting and keeping the machinery running.
My grandmother was a stoic German and kept her grief to herself. I didn't think I said so much, but she often insisted I stop "babbling." One day we were cleaning the barn. She did her gutter and I did mine. I said something. She said, "Stop babbling." Next I know we have the tines of our pitchforks aimed at each others' eyeballs. I gritted my teeth and said, "I Am Not Babbling!!!" Whew. The pitchforks eventually, slowly lowered and we got back to business. I don't recall ever again being told to stop babbling. Much better memories include the way my grandmother would make me laugh with stories about her eccentric mother in law. And the joy we would share over the treasures we found scouring garage sales. A blue light special at K-mart would make us giddy.
My grandmother's further acts above and beyond the call of duty include getting me enrolled in confirmation in ninth grade and driving me to the not so nearby Vocational/Technical Institute after high school graduation. In confirmation I learned to think deeply about God's love for me. In the Vocational school I learned accounting and computer operating.
After vocational school my grandmother and my aunt valeted me about town until I aced an interview with Josten's. The next ten years were spent editing orders for catalog cards for books, keying the orders for catalog cards and then actually operating the computers and printing the catalog cards. All in all these were pretty good accomplishments for a hard of hearing, near sighted, sort-of-shy female of the 1970's! Whenever a relative commented to my grandmother on my prowess at school or at work, she could have taken the opportunity to say how hard she worked to get me where I was. Instead she would always say, "That is just the way she is." Bless her heart!
So, of course there is more to tell in future posts. Getting married. Having babies. Traveling. Other occupations. Better not spill all the beans today! Stay tuned!
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