Because I always seem to be so busy these days – aside, I thought I was told that less busy was the norm when the kids become more independent – I seem to have tons of trouble even remembering what I was going to write about. Often, I have good ideas, quick turn around topics, and such, but if I do not capture the details right then, it is going to be very difficult to recreate later. (One of the “perks” of aging – I cannot remember a damn thing anymore!). So, sometimes I will create a draft in WordPress, jot down a few lines to hopefully jog my memory later. Only, I am not sure if that is really going to work. I am perusing my rough draft folder, right here, right now. I am not really sure I wrote ALL of them.
The top three items in my folder right now are:
3 for 1 Sale at Gangsters are Us: I remember that one. It’s a photograph of three people who wore the same gangster costume to one of my sister’s murder mystery parties. That party was more than 6 years ago! The photograph creeps me out a little bit, because I was cross-dressing that night and was actually one of the three gangsters. It’s weirdly eerie how much I resemble my late father in it – rather tough for me to put it out there. So I won’t.
Blame Game: This one is from January of this year, so it is fairly recent. I even wrote several bullets, apparently to remind me of what I was so stirred up about. There are nuggets like social warrior nut jobs and celebrity worship culture. But, I have NO idea what it was about. Nothing. Not a sliver! Maybe it will come to me.
Watching a Human Give Up: I absolutely know what this is about. There was a moment where I saw in my mom’s demeanor that when she received her cancer diagnosis, she completely shut down, and I knew she was giving up on everything. What surprises me, in hindsight, is the date of the draft. It’s August 10, 2015. That is maybe the day or very soon after the day that we learned how bad it really was. So, it was at the VERY beginning of a very long and difficult year for everyone involved. Wow. That one hit me hard, in the gut.
I hope you enjoyed the brief tour of what is jostling about in my brain. Have a great weekend, and if you are blessed as we are this week in North Alabama, enjoy the weather outside.