Bits of This and That Racing Through My Mind...

Baby Boy is 1 1/2 years old today. My, my, time flies when you are having fun! He is now the age that his mommy was when her little brother was born. Fun times. I remember them well.

Sometimes I like poetry, sometimes I don't. I cannot figure out what the difference is. I aways like Lewis Carrol, Robert Lewis Stevenson and Doctor Seuss. I almost always like Robert Frost and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Sometimes I like a few others. But, some days I love them all!

Why is it that in stories where an alien planet is invading our world does their world seem to be one cohesive planet? Have I ever mentioned that I do not like Science Fiction at all? Someday, I will read the C.S. Lewis trilogy, but until I do I must admit I've never read any that I've liked.

I've developed a tic in my left eyelid. Could it be stress? It is annoying.

My house is one giant mess of assorted what-nots. In the beginning I labeled boxes on the top and two sides. I wrote neatly. Lately, I've been thinking of labeling all of the rest "Stuff". That's all it is, just stuff.

I have lost more cards that need mailing than I can count on one hand.

My cat has taken up sneezing. I am rather sure it is from all of the dust we have stirred up around here. Still, it is sad to see him sneeze. When he does, he looks at me, waiting for me to say 'bless you'. We are proper around here, if nothing else.

I wish I still had a car. No, I don't.! Yes, I do. Don't! Do. Oh, well. I don't, and won't. I see interesting times in my future.

You know what? I think that if I never had another idea in my life, I still would run out of time to actually DO the ideas I have already had. I am seduced by ideas. I love them. They entertain me like nothing else. If something is called an "Idea Book" I feel as if my world will not run smoothly unless I own it. I have an idea that this is not a good thing.

Why can't someone create a cardboard box with 'lego' block features? I live in constant fear that my stacks of boxes may someday come tumbling down.

I'm curious as to why our bodies do not have a built in feature to stop stress from increasing blood sugar. I do not know what to do about that. It matters not a whit what I eat, my blood sugar is high when I am stressed. Oh, I DO try to avoid it, but stress still finds me. It doesn't help that the things that stress me would not bother any normal persons at all, but me, I have the ability to stress over things others would be joyfully about. It's a burden I must bear (or, must i bare? geesh...more stress...).

Today, I jumped out of my seat to go grab a book I wanted. It isn't there. My bookshelves are empty. It's a good thing that I am still thrifting books, as I had one by the same author, and it helped to soothe my soul.

It looks as if our town has been emptied of it's occupants. Does EVERYONE go on vacation the first week of July? Where DO they go? Many of the busiest streets around here are empty.

Okay. It's time. I have to get back to putting stuff I may or may not ever want into boxes. THGGM has assured me that we will never be buying anything again for as long as we live (or, until we are 79 and our mortgage is paid off) so, I am really struggling with getting rid of things I may want.

If only I could remember what the new house is like on the inside. I only saw it once.

Now, let me bid you adieu with a smidge of Calvin Miller poetry from his "The Divine Symphony":

"I once scorned ev'ry fearful thought of death,
When it was but the end of pulse and breath,
But now my eyes have seen that past the pain
There is a world that's waiting to be claimed.
Earthmaker, Holy, let me now depart,
For living's such a temporary art.
And dying is but getting dressed for God,
Our graves are merely doorways cut in sod."

No. I am not MORBIDLY depressed. It's just the happy thought that we can't take anything with us when we die that is an entertaining idea for me at the moment!