The final good-bye
I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'
The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'
They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'
Old age and old antique wood cook stoves
I am leaving today for Reno Nevada where I will stay until Monday when I am catching a ride down to Southern Ca. Originally I was going to go as my little grandson Andy is having his 2nd birthday, and I have been invited to his party. Although his birthday is on the 20th of December they are having his party on the 6th, which just so happens to be the birthday of my 3rd born son Troy who also lives down there.So I will be around for 2 birthdays. But it has ended up being a whole different situation. Last night I was informed my 87 year old father is having some problems, admitted into a hospital down there my reason for going has quickly changed. So I do not know if I will be able to post or even get my e-mail from down there as I am unsure how all this works. My ride is coming back on the 8th but even I do not know whether it is that ride I will be catching. So if you pray I have no shame in asking for one. And I will leave you with what I had been planning on posting today anyway, some pictures of an old wood cooking stove that I happened across yesterday prior to "the phone call" You can read the whole post here.
Or here are the pictures from that post, but what an incredible find of a in perfect shape old antique wood cook stove with a bread warmer on the top.
I hope to be talking to you all very soon!
PEACE!!!
Allison
Taking pictures of this old shed and dog house,
and then going behind it, this is what I found!
But officer, my GPS made me do it!
May
be at the tender age of fifty, I have got to come to the realization, I could just be too damn old for the world we live in now-a-days. I mean after all, 2 posts ago I was bragging about having 600 visitors and I do stand behind that. All this techno stuff may be too far advanced for a little ol' mountain gal such as I . You see I just can't believe that someone would drive onto railroad tracks because some sort of talking thing-a-ma-giggy they have in their car told them too.
Now, as The Journal News reports,
be at the tender age of fifty, I have got to come to the realization, I could just be too damn old for the world we live in now-a-days. I mean after all, 2 posts ago I was bragging about having 600 visitors and I do stand behind that. All this techno stuff may be too far advanced for a little ol' mountain gal such as I . You see I just can't believe that someone would drive onto railroad tracks because some sort of talking thing-a-ma-giggy they have in their car told them too.a man followed his GPS onto a set of railroad tracks last night and, while he did get out in time to make a surely embarrassing 911 call, that apparently wasn't enough to prevent a commuter train from slamming into the car a few minutes later, causing an hour and a half delay but, thankfully, no injuries.
What an excuse! I can only imagine more to come. "But Officer, my GPS system told me to turn left, I did not realize I was running over my husband's mistress!" comes to mind.
Yep I am getting too old I guess. For me just simply seeing railroad tracks would have told me that this was not the place to turn right. But what the hell do I know. I am getting old!
Old age
This was not written by me but it might as well been. I do not have gray hair (but who really knows LOL!!!) nor a bulging belly, just the opposite Always been too skinny, but now even I am starting to gain weight)but the rest is so true, I just love this!!!
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.
Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 and 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
