Pre-Challenge Prepping

I don’t have a theme beyond each post being in A to Z order.  I picked a category – personal/journal I believe.  I almost picked one that had author/writer but I am still don’t see myself that way.

The challenge begins April 1 which means I have time to decide on a more concrete theme.  As I am mulling over some ideas BAM!, a very sweet and sentimental memory stops me in my tracks and brings me the tears.

Happy tears y’all!  Crying can purify the soul.

When Pony was little and all was right with the world, we had some things we’d do for fun.  His childhood was much different from Lulu’s for one main reason my parents were alive.  Our little boy (our entire family) was blessed beyond measure.  My mind is packed with everyday examples of living life well.  Always something going on – physical active enjoying the beautiful world.

Going to St. Margaret Mary’s playground on a Saturday morning was common. Pony would run around like he owned the place.  Climbing up the slides (yep, he didn’t slide down, he climbed up), swinging, scampering around the jungle gym, running the bases after his imaginary home run :).  He’d sing a lot as a kid something he won’t admit to now but he did.  And actually I guess he does admit to his quirkiness now.  My apple who didn’t fall far from the tree when I was good … not me now.

The tears came when I realized that playground had gone the way of the dinosaurs.  While in my mind’s eye, I could see Pony standing atop the jungle gym singing at the top of his little lungs.  One of his songs was an A-Z song but not the traditional alphabet song.  This morning I woke with part of that song stuck on a loop in my brain and I thought maybe that could be my theme.  It can’t because I am stuck at M. And because too much research – I don’t know enough about animals to write about them.

A – Antelope, B – Bear, C – Camel, D – Deer, E – Elephant, F – Fish, G – Giraffe

These are the letters of the al-pha-bet, how much more fun can the alphabet get?

H – Hippo, I –  Iguana, J –  Jaguar, K – Kangaroo, L – Lion, M – Monkey, N – ? (noose)

These are the letters of the al-pha-bet, how much more fun can the alphabet get?

That’s all she wrote/remembers.  Noose cannot be correct!  This was a kid’s song for heaven’s sake.  Hey wait! Newt?  maybe?  Ugh.  What’s a newt anyway? My memory she fails me.

Guess I better get crack-a-lack-in.  I’ve got places to go and people to see 🙂

As always, more to come.

Random Thoughts for 3/8/18

I took the day off.  Yay me!  And even though I am now more truly connected than ever and have ways to work from anywhere, I have vowed today will be different.  We are all replaceable folks.  The world will keep spinning if I take a day off.  Though it’s nice to feel needed so I’d like to think in the long run, they’re gonna miss me “when I’m gone”

Then this song popped into my head and I watched the video.  And I thought, I wanted to do that once upon a time.  Not the cup tapping singing or the waitressing but the baking.  Yes folks tis true.  Years before all the cooking shows and baking championships, on a much smaller scale, little J-Dub would visit Cox’s bakery in McCreless Mall and dream of what if.

Any time we’d go to the mall mom would let us go our separate ways after giving us a time and store to meet back in front of.  Even then I had no concept of time and this freedom would make me both nervous and excited.  I’m not sure which stores my brothers went to … maybe Toy Box or to see the pets in Woolworth because back in the day they sold pets at Woolworth. I remember birds/parakeets for sure and gerbils.  Kittens.  The occasional puppy.  Avoiding a rabbit hole and moving on …

The Mall was shaped like a T.  Me?  it was straight down the middle aisle (bottom of the T), running past Handy Andy, the beauty salon,  and Somers drugstore on the left to the center then I’d turn right and three stores down to Cox’s bakery.  I’d stand in front of the big picture window and watch the ladies decorating cakes.  I’d lose track of time but eventually someone would come around to tell me we were going home.

Seeing Ms. Kendrick measuring, mixing, cutting out biscuits gives me an idea for my second gig.  Or maybe a hobby.  Something extra to spice things up a bit.  Or I can write this idea down and move on to the next thought … never to do anything … but be in quagmire … as only my thoughts are racing today. Whirrrrrrr or something like that 😉  My body is still its’ old potatoy self.

As always, more to come.