Again, I am going through a wonderfully drama-free, simple, easy-going period, which means that there's nothing really interesting to talk about. However, I have been noticing some little things that have caught my attention. Nothing earth shattering, just little tid-bits of interest.
I find that I get the biggest kick out of some of the new commercials on TV. Have you seen the one for Mr. Sketch markers? The question asked, is how do Mr. Sketch markers get their great fragrance? Then they show a purple-bluish ball (perhaps a grape?) sitting on a chair, and it suddenly, well . . . passes gas, putters, breaks wind, okay okay, I'll just say it- - - it farts. YES, FARTS! A bluish puff of . . . fart . . . floats in the air, goes into a tube and then is injected into a blue marker and therefore makes that marker smell like grape.
I also like the commercial showing the pig sitting by a pool, in a beach chair, (some credit card company or travel booking business), and he starts to say "BOOTS AND PANTS AND BOOTS AND PANTS" over and over again. Every so often I look at Cate and start saying it, 'cause she's as looney as me, and likes it, too.
While getting groceries today, Alec insisted that we buy a tomato and a cucumber. Since I was getting salad stuff, I didn't think too much about it. Well, when we got back to my house, I observed that he had propped them up on the counter against a watermelon, and was calling them Bob and Larry. Uh . . . if you have been around little kids, you might recognize these things and their names. They are part of the Veggietales stories. It took me a while to realize that Alec wanted the tomato and cucumber to play with, not to eat!
When attending a wedding shower at neice Tina's house on Saturday, I observed her giant, beautiful sunflowers. That's worth smiling about. (I have a feeling that her farmer/fireman husband has a special kind of fertilizer that she puts on her plants, 'cause her yard looks like something out of a magazine). I just checked MY plants, and lo and behold, a few of the sunflowers have survived the wind storm, the trees falling on them, and the machines running over them. They are like the Phoenix rising from the ashes - well, not quite that dramatic, but still a nice little surprise.
I was going through more of Dad's papers, and found a real treat. Dad's uncle, who was born in 1902, had written a manuscript about his life up to age 79. We all see old pictures of our relatives, but to have an opportunity to read about their intimate life, things that happened during their lifetime, and what their personl thoughts were was amazing. He was one of the few people of that generation (in our family) who had an extensive education, and traveled the world several times. His description of growing up on a farm near Central City, one of nine children, with such loving, fun parents, was a joy to read.
One last observation I have made lately is simply this. As weird as it may sound, regardless of the trials and tribulations we've gone through the last eight months beating the crap out of cancer, and then losing Dad, I have the unique feeling that this has been the happiest time of my life.
I know it is hard to understand, but like when we go for a drive, the countryside looks so much more beautiful than I remember it ever being before. I have become fascinated at looking at the gorgeous clouds (why, I have no clue). I have improved my relationship with so many people, and learned how much I truly care for THEM. I have found satisfaction and comfort writing on "Jenna's" blog (which I have pretty much latched on to and have taken over the reins) and been able to write things that perhaps I wouldn't say out loud. Things that seemed so important before really don't mean that much to me. Material things are nice, but in the whole scheme of things, I can take them or leave them. Don't even begin to think that my life is perfect and I skip around and sing and dance throughout each day, 'cause that ain't a'happening. It's just that my perspective has changed and . . . I kinda like it that way. When I get messages from my "peeps", the words really touch my heart and make a huge difference in the way my day is going. So, in other words, it's all good.
When we got the new about the breast cancer, I really didn't cry all that much at that time, simply because I was afraid that once I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. Now, a touching piece of music, an inspirational book such as "THE SHACK" that I am reading now, or a news story about hardships around the world, tend to make me tear up, but in many ways, that is good. Nothing is ever going to be perfectly perfect. But learning some hard lessons has made me so much stronger in different ways. I love it.
Just a few general observations. :)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL