Archive for January, 2012
In 2012 Pap and I will gain two new grandchildren. The first, Preslie, you’ve already met. She’s doing smashingly well, by the way, growing and changing every day. This summer, another daughter will be having …drum roll please…our FIRST grandson!! Holy cow, 7 grandgirls and now a boy??? Who the heck will the poor little guy play with at family functions? I’m completely obsessed with shopping for tiny trucks and dinosaurs, button up shirts with khaki shorts. Pathetic.
In addition to writing a new Christmas play, working on a cemetery tour and finishing up my friends books for his ice cream truck…I’ve been assembling a business plan. Have you ever had in your life one of those moments when somebody says “Hey, you should….” whatever, and the cartoon light bulb pops up over your head? A suggestion that instantly starts your imagination racing, an idea that becomes so obsessive you sit up at night crunching numbers and making lists of people that might be able to help you? This is one of those times for me. A full circle experience. A business that will work better for me than anyone else simply because I’ve never been able to do just one thing because I was raising kids. Eight years as a non-commissioned officer in the Air Force – works. Twelve years in finance-works. A lifetime around community theater-works. Sew, knit, paint -works. Construction through our old house of perpetual remodeling-works. Freelance writer-works. Daycare operator and mother of many-WORKS!
Eventually I will write about this business but today I’m huddling under “if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” Usually, only you dearest blog neighbors drop by and visit. If I were to post all the details of my new business before I finish the trademark and patent work, some internet fluke would land my post on “freshly pressed” or you tube or something and the opportunity would be gone. So…care to guess how I’ll be making my living this time next year?
If not for this brave new world’s medical advances, my husband would have died several years ago. Diabetic with vascular disease, without a quadruple bi-pass and stints, he wouldn’t be alive. But the doctors can’t do it all, he has to take some responsibility himself. A bucket full of pills and a very limited diet are necessary to keep him above ground. Which brings up the issue of Quality of Life.
He’s a foodie. He sells it, cooks it, eats it and uses it as the center of his entertainment. He did really well keeping his weight down for awhile, but now, at least from outside appearances, he has given up. 256 and climbing, 60 pounds over his doctors recommended maximum. For him, maintaining a quality of life means not amending the list of foods he loves.
I wonder sometimes what my issue might be. I’m blessed with excellent health and relatively few bad habits. Right now with eight grand kids and one more on the way, I imagine I’d give up anything for one more day watching them grow. I can’t imagine anything that would be worth more to me then seeing them graduating from college, getting married, and having kids of their own. Stop writing? Sure…if it gives me one more game of tag with Makenna, one more sewing lesson with Briauna, one more afternoon rocking Preslie. Eat only bread and water? Sure…if I get one more story with Ayla, one more puzzle with Juliette and one more chance to plant flowers with Brendolyn. There just isn’t anything more important to my quality of life than watching Aubree build her music career, and seeing who Austin will date next.
Maybe it’s a woman thing.
There’s our little Preslie! Home safe, sound, growing and getting kissed frequently by her nearly 2 year old sister Makenna. Katie is currently trying to win a mother/daughter photo shoot. If you will click on this link: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=186347494796178&set=a.186036331493961.37540.105714472859481&type=1&theater and like the picture that gives her a vote.
Everything I know about life I learned from fairy tales. Not the Disney versions mind you, the originals from the Brothers Grimm. Not a whole lot of happy endings there especially if magic was sought or employed to resolve a problem. I think that’s my problem with this current trend to make heroes out of mythical beings. Honorable vampires? Puleeesse. Ghosts, witches, goblins saving the day? As if. Even the Harry Potter series, which was a wickedly fun read, got it wrong. What I learned from the original fairy tales and have found to be true over a half century of life is that bad things happen to good people and magic, aka “the easy way”, comes with a price.
The man that can help you marry a prince really will get your first born child in payment. If you want everything you touch to turn to gold…you cannot touch the ones you love. The wolf really does eat Little Red because she was too stupid to notice the smell if not the big nose and teeth and run away. The Grimm Brothers gave us haunting stories that would spring to mind when faced with a life quandry. Stories that illustrated the value of hard work and an honorable existence, if only between the lines.
For the last 30 years of my life I’ve spent New Year’s day holding my nose against the reek of sour kraut and pork while groaning through an entire day of football. Football, ugh, the bane of my existance. I am irritated by football for a number of reasons, none of which will be included in this post. Because year 31 was my lucky day. While the rest of my family was whooping it up over football, I managed to escape to my daughter’s well appointed basement for a lovely quiet day of sewing and writing. Sadly, I still had to put up with the stink of sour kraut.
Happy New Year!