Thursday, August 30, 2018

To be Nine Again

This past week a friend of mine celebrated his birthday. He had a big party over the weekend with friends and family while I was out of town. But on Thursday, the actual birthday, I showed up at his house. He was outside when I drove into the yard and when I got out of the car, purposely empty-handed, he yelled, “Where’s my birthday present?”

I was so jealous. Oh how I wish I could greet people like that on my birthday. But Will is only nine and at his age that kind of candor is still allowed, although if his parents had known that was how he’d greeted me they’d have been aghast.

“Birthday present! What? Is today your birthday?” I asked him, feigning surprise. 


“Oh. Well maybe there is something on the front seat of Poppy.”

Excited, he took off for my car. About half way there, he abruptly stopped and looked at me. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? You didn’t get me a present, did you?”

“Would I forget your birthday?” I asked him. And he took off running again. Peering into the window of the passenger door, he exclaimed, “There is a present for me!”

Getting it out, he wanted to open it right away and I told him that would be fine. He said he wasn’t going to shake it, which I said was a good idea, because if he shook it, he’d know right away what it was. So then he promptly shook it. 

“Legos!” he shouted, obviously happy.

He was pretty thrilled with the Swedish Fish I’d gotten him, too. 

Ah, to be nine again. But wait, I don’t really want to be nine again. No, I pretty well like being 55. It’s pretty awesome, actually. But I want to shout, “Where’s my birthday present?” on my birthday. Heck, I want to shout, “Where’s my present?”every day, especially when I show up for work. I mean, just the fact that I show up is worth celebrating, right? I think it is.

I am not expecting big, grandiose presents. Little things, like a handful of M&Ms would make me happy. Or even if I were greeted with a nice tiara that I could wear while I am waitressing. That would be fun. I’m normally not one for bling, but I’d wear a tiara. What the heck, why not? I’d carry a wand, too, if I had a free hand to carry it in, but alas, as a waitress, my hands are usually pretty full.

Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe a little tutu would be okay? In the meantime, I am going to start practicing for my 56th birthday which is only seven short months away… “Where’s my present?” By the time my birthday actually rolls around, I should be pretty comfortable yelling that out to almost anybody.

Monday, August 27, 2018

Sitting Still

I have a hard time sitting still. I always have. I remember being a little girl, in kindergarten in Wilmot, with Mrs. Christianson, who was such a nice lady. Every afternoon we all had to lie down on our mats on the floor, and lie quietly and still for hours and hours. Ok, well, maybe it wasn’t hours and hours, but it sure seemed like it to me. Seriously. It was the most painstaking part of the day, the only part of the day I didn’t enjoy. While the other kids laid still and silent and earned gold stars, I squirmed and talked to my neighbors. “Terri, you need to lie still.” “Terri, please don’t disturb your neighbor.” I heard that all the time. And not once, not ONCE, did I earn a gold star. This is very disturbing when you are in kindergarten. In fact, now, at the age of 55, I still bear the scars. 

I remember, too, the time I was at church, bouncing my leg like crazy. A certain individual, who shall remain unnamed (no, not my husband), said to me, “I don’t know how someone who bounces their legs all the time can be so fat.” Huh. Sadly, that was back in the day when I wasn’t even fat. I would give most anything to be back at that weight again. Another scar.

Last fall I had a sleep study done. The technician said he’d never seen an adult toss and turn so much during the night. He said that I sleep like a toddler - kicking, twisting, rolling, and tossing. At one point he was getting up to come into the room and untangle me from all the monitor cords, but just then I rolled over three times and untwisted myself. 

I struggle with sitting still long enough to watch a movie, so I don’t watch movies. Stationary jobs bore me to death - I need to be up and about, moving around, which is part of the reason waitressing suits me so well. Road trips can be hazardous. I want to be doing something, which is okay as long as I am not the driver. I used to read books while I was driving, but I’ve pretty much eliminated that habit. This whole not texting while driving is a continual challenge for me. I know, it’s scary, isn’t it? 

I think I’ve managed to tame my need to constantly be moving a bit, especially while in public. Perhaps that is why I’ve gained so much weight?

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

A Fresh Start

I can't imagine that I am the only one in this big ol' world that has great dreams and never actually gets going on them.

I mean, I have been writing a column for my local weekly newspaper for awhile now. Since October of 2017, I think, so what, about a year? I keep thinking I should use those columns to post to my blog.

But I've yet to do that.

A year.

So today I decided to give it a fresh start. I updated my blog a bit, got myself a domain (a .com thingy, I guess) and here I am, writing an intro. I've got nearly a year's worth of stories to post, so that is a good start. I should be able to come up with more as I continue to write for the local paper.

I think about it. I dream about it. I make plans. And then I let them slide. Another day, maybe, I'll get at it. It all takes time, you know. And I've got other things to do. I think that is my biggest problem. I have so many things I want to do. I like to sew. I like to paint. I like to make greeting cards. I like to read. I like to bake. I like to nap. I like to pray. I like to pet my kitties. I also work part time as a waitress. I am a custom framer, working from my home. I am a wife of 36 years.

My children are grown up and gone from home, but I'm still a mom, so there's that. I'm a daughter and my mother lives nearby and I spend time with her on a regular basis.

I like to write letters. I sell my handmade products on etsy and at local fairs.

So there are always things to do. It's just a matter of finding time to squeeze everything in.

Eventually I'll get stuff done. And what I don't get done, oh well. That's the way it goes.

Ta ta for now! I'll be posting again soon!


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