One smile in a crowded room can spawn an epidemic!
One smile in a crowded room can spawn an epidemic!
Another Blast from my Past. It made me smile when I reread it. I hope it makes you smile and remember fondly those in your past.
When I was a child the world was my oyster and I was always shucking for pearls. I had a wonderful childhood. Unfortunately I have noticed that some of my memories are starting to fade. That is a very sad thing. But you have to understand not everything I did as a child or youth deserves to be remembered. Trust me there are quite a few things I would prefer to forget. I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t.
We have reached that time of year when we celebrate our parents. (Something we should do every day kids!) I find that I’m forgetting things. I forget the way it felt when my father used to pick me up when I fell asleep in the car. I was a small child and I would inevitably snooze in the back seat. I would be half awake when he picked me up and I can remember nuzzling against his chin. He smelled so safe, so warm. But I can’t remember how his arms felt. It was more than 50 years ago and we are not computers. Some things will fade.
As I was growing up my mother always made me my favourite meal on my birthday. It was seafood crepes with a pecan pie for dessert. I’ve forgotten what the crepes tasted like. I’ve had other crepes since but I haven’t had hers in probably 25 or 30 years. Probably haven’t thought about them in that amount of time either.
But on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day I remember. I remember them every day. And I miss them. We all have had people in our lives that we miss when they are gone. I believe that my mother is sitting on my shoulder with a grin on her face saying: “tsk tsk tsk, do you really want that second cookie?” I can see my father out of the corner of my eye: hands in his pockets, wearing a knit vest, smiling and shaking his head “damn kids”. We were loved. I have not stopped loving my parents since I lost them. And I haven’t really lost them as they are a part of me. They made me, they helped me become the person I am today. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad. I love you.
A kernel of truth
From your lips I expect
Instead I am hearing
Of a Colonel you decked?
I asked for your word
So please be forthcoming
And say what you heard!
You swear it’s a bird
That doesn’t make sense
Why would a fowl
Jump over your fence?
Lady I’m here
To deal with a crime
So lose all this nonsense
And stop all the rhyme!!
A tale of a tail
Attached to a rat
Who wanted some cheese
That belonged to a cat
Our cat loved to play
All day with a string
But it had been taken
By a dog who could sing
Now the cat knew the dog
Just wanted a bone
That belonged to a man
Who lived on his own
But the man was annoyed
That his home had a mouse
Who scurried around
All over of the house
If the mouse could be caught
Then the bone would be tendered
The string would drawn
And the cheese would be rendered
Horrid the deeds
Would need to be done
Death and defying
Was the character of none
So the tale of this tail
Will end on a high
In the house of the man
They all settled for pie!
I plan to misbehave
And do the things I shouldn’t
All because of Them
Who told me that I couldn’t
For all those years I was my best
And did as I was asked
Now’s the time to have some fun
I have become unmasked
Lights left on in empty rooms
A burner far too big
I even said a word out loud
My Mom would flip her wig
Evil deeds will be the norm
I left my door unlocked
I’ve changed my path from good to bad
I fear I’ll be defrocked!
People now will curse my name
Those who cared will weep
Misbehaving’s hard to do
I think it’s back to sleep
Perhaps another day I’ll try
To throw away my chains
Until that time I’ll rest with ease
And count my many gains
“After eating my siblings and I left the table.” “After eating, my siblings and I left the table.” That changes things doesn’t it?
Now I love my siblings, preferable without a side of fries. I also love to play with words. The marrying of simple nous and verbs and other strange technical babbling can bring someone to tears or give them a great belly laugh. Words can make you think, change your opinion or show you the truth. Unless . . . .
Ill spoken, or written, words will achieve nothing. Except perhaps to fill up space on a page. Even well written words can only have a life if they are read. It is a relationship, a marriage if you will, between the writer and the reader. It may only last a few seconds or a few minutes but it can be intense and fulfilling. However . . .
The words may be perfection but their arrangement may be skewed. If you have to reread a sentence several times to understand it’s meaning then, perhaps, it is not arranged correctly. Punctuation helps to guide us through the words in order to make sense of them. And we could all use a little more sense.
I was never taught grammar in school. As a child I read voraciously and I had parents who would not accept slang. I either spoke correctly or I went hungry. Ok, it wasn’t that bad. I learned by example. In school I was put into an advanced group for reading because it was thought I understood the mechanics of the English language, I did not. Oops.
I use punctuation to make the sentences make sense to me. I do it by ear. As a writer I also, sometimes intentionally, do not follow the rules. Especially when writing poetry, there is a rhythm, a cadence that is important. But also as a writer it is important to be understood.
I once asked the question: “. . . if no one reads your words do they matter?” The answer is yes! Even if it’s only to me.
I have been blogging since February 2013. My mother had died almost a year earlier and I was at a loss for direction. My brother and sister knew that I’d been writing a newsletter for my apartment building for almost 10 years and they suggested I start a blog. I hadn’t any idea on how to go about that, so I googled it. Google. There’s a whole new Dictionary for the 21st-century and I’m still learning. Words like google or hashtag or bitcom were unknown only a few years ago. Now they’re everywhere. Our language has evolved. I would like to say we have evolved right along with it, but of that I am not too sure.
As I learned about blogging I too evolved. I learned about brevity. I learned about content and I met some amazing people. I spend almost 2 hours everyday just reading the blogs I follow and my day starts with a blast! Before 8 o’clock I’ve usually had many smiles, a few tears, a couple of guffaws and quite often an education. I look forward to my mornings.
It’s moving into late fall/early winter here in southern Ontario and the mornings are quite . . . dull (and cold). There is a blog I look forward to every morning because she posts incredible pictures of flowers! It’s hard to believe but she’s literally half a world away. As her world is turning into a hot summer, mine is turning into a cold winter. I like to be reminded with flowers and beautiful skies, that natural warmth still exists. She has asked for winter pictures to prove that cold still happens. Well, I’m very pleased we don’t have any snow (currently) so I went back a few years and pulled out some lovely winter pictures of what it does look like here in the winter.
I used to love the winter. Walking on snow that squeaked because it was so cold. The nights were quiet and so crisp you could see your breath. There would come a point when I could no longer feel my toes or my fingertips. My mother would always have hot chocolate waiting for me. Those are some wonderful memories. And then I grew up.
I don’t miss the snow, it just gets in the way of my wheelchair. I don’t miss the cold. Because I’m no longer walking, I’m not generating any internal body heat, so it’s bloody cold out there! I don’t begrudge others who love to toboggan or ski but they can do it north of me, power to them! I would love to be able to hibernate until say March, maybe April but unfortunately I have a life that I rather enjoy so I schlep on my winter coat and brave the outdoors. I can hardly wait for spring!
But because I have a friend I like, I will endeavour to provide her with the information she requires: Cold weather pictures! If you would like to check out her beautiful flowers, and so much more, you can find her at: https://madcapdog.wordpress.com/
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