The mind is a funny thing. Sometimes it just doesn't want to settle on any one subject. It jumps all over the place. They say meditation (and maybe medication) can help this "monkey mind" phenomenon. I say sometimes you just need to flow with it. Let the mind go where it wants to go.
Thinking about anniversaries. The 16th was the anniversary of the day I met one of my best friends and the direction of my life changed forever. We've been through good times and tough times and we are still friends. Some relationships shape-shift and morph over the years. This one has persisted and I think is good for the duration.
The 18th was the 33rd anniversary of the death of my grandmother. The 19th is the 37th anniversary of the death of my granddad. Don't ask me why I always remember these dates so clearly. And how many years. My mind (and heart) just seem programmed that way. But don't ask me why I can't remember weather I've take my morning ginko biloba (ironic) and other meds without one of those pill box minders. And even then... But as far as my grandparents, well, I know it was the end of my family as I knew it.
Its been one month since we had to put Tater to sleep. Miss her every day. She was a trooper, a love, a source of support and one of my best friends.
On being sentimental: I am glad I am. I treasure my memories and enjoy my frequent trips down memory lane.
I'll be glad when the really hot weather is over. I'm not a hot weather kind of guy. I really belong in the bay area, but my danged roots are firmly entrenched here. And the thought of moving makes me have an anxiety attack! LOL
Anyone else looking forward to November 9th? (Election Day is November 8)
I'm happiest when I'm gardening or tending to my yard, writing, capturing images. I like going to the movies, live theatre, museums and going for walks. Makes me wonder why I don't do any or all of these things more. Could it be that dang Puritan Ethic? No one is watching. Hmmm.
Meandering is good. It is what an old river does after many, many years of rushing to the sea. It kind of subsides into an easy flow, taking the easy course through well worn beds of sand and stone. There comes a time when this is how it should be. No hurry to cut a new course through rock or woods. Old man river, he just keeps rolling along.
Hmmm. I could continue. I remember when I was a teenager I would write these long one line maze-like random thoughts. You'd need to turn the paper around each corner until it got to the center. That was fun. I used to play with words more. Time to start again. Watch out.
Okay, that's enough for a Friday. Glad I didn't just shine it on because I "didn't feel like it." That is my frequent excuse. Don't buy it. If you do, all I will have left at the end is excuses.
And there you have it. Another random session of thoughts and musings!