Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Bienvenida a Miércoles

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Just a couple of thoughts on this, the last day of twenty-fourteen: 

 Did you know that the Morton Salt Company's tag line for a long while was, "when it rains it pours"?  No one was injured by the wall of salt or the collapsing wall.

Daughter was telling me a story a while back and during the telling of the story she used the term, "funeral park" which was used in place of cemetery, which she couldn't remember the name of the place where the dead are buried at the time. And since then, well, funeral park is now our term for cemetery.

Son said just this morning that he wants to act, sing, dance, and play music like Nina Simone-with a reckless, yet purposeful abandon. He is learning to play the harmonica and acoustic guitar. Just this past Sunday he got on stage at his favorite club during the weekly jam session. He is turning into a Mississippi Delta blues man before our very eyes. So fun.  

I don't really want to look back on twenty-fourteen except as to recall the ideas for work, learning, and . . . growth and how best to expand upon those ideas. Moreover, finding a way to stay the course, so to speak, in terms of not only getting projects off the ground but executing to fruition. 

On that note, the Mandala Discovery journey begins again tomorrow. I didn't sign up for another go 'round as I didn't finish the first. But, finish the first (as well as possibly repeating some of the prompts) will happen within the first quarter of twenty-fifteen. 

The second anniversary of my mother's death is looming and even as I type that, the emotion wells. The tears flow, not quite as often, but  . . still. At the end of "Cooley High" one of our (me and mom's) favorite movies there is a funeral scene and the song, "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" is featured. I was finally able to load the dvd into the player, but cannot watch it to the very end. 

While not particularly driven by gadgetry, I wish I had a device that would record my thoughts without benefit of me having to speak (or write). For, many ideas come on the fly (so to speak)  and more often than not, an inconvenient time and place. Try recalling any of those thoughts, ideas, epiphanies later. 

I have to cut this off here as I must get out the door within the next 8 minutes to have any hope of getting to work on time. But, lastly and not at all least, this: The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing is on the January 2015 calendar page. And on that note,  feliz año nuevo 


  1. Happy New Year to you Middle Girl! May all your sorrows be behind you and wishes for a happy and healthy new year.

    PS- I wish I was close enough to see your son perform. I think I would enjoy him very much.

    1. Hi 8thday! Thank you for the happy wishes. I shall plan to take happy (and healthy) along into each ofthe coming days. :-)

      PS: I wish you were too. I think you would.His focus and dedication to the craft (be it acting or music or dancing) is epic. Plus which, he has such a good time performing it is a joy to see.

  2. What a positive and forward looking post. I'm so glad that your daughter and son are so present in your life. That makes me happy for you.

    Here's to Twenty Fifteen!

    1. Thank you. Looking at where I was at the beginning of 2014, I'm feeling the passion to be, think, and feel positive.

      Thank you. I AM more often than not, lifted by their (albeit) disparate exuberance.


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