Thursday, December 4, 2014

Thursday Ramble

Good morning, everyone.  The rain has stopped and the day is clear.  I'm off to WW this morning for my weigh in.  I always get so anxious on this day.  I've got to realize that everyone has their plateaus, and it won't be the end of the world if I reach one...even if I should gain a pound or two.   What counts is that I don't throw my hands in the air and give up.  I've come too far for that.

I did this for hubby.  He loves his Betty Boop.  Speaking of hubby, I do believe the things I had to say got to him or perhaps it was the voodoo vibes.  Probably a combination.  His sister called yesterday to say they were going to look at the place and would he like to come.  He told her that he doesn't feel comfortable handing her all our money, and if she can arrange a payment plan, he would think about becoming a silent partner, but what we have in the bank is all we've got.  What if something should happen?  He barely gets by on his SSD and I on my social security.  He just can't invest it all.  Later he admitted that they weren't putting in anything.  He was laying out the down payment.  The nerve of them.

Many years ago I worked so hard at trying to make them like me.  I did everything but sell my soul.  But nothing worked.  And it had nothing to do with me as a person.  The problem was that I had befriended another of his sisters, and they have been involved in a family feud that has lasted for years.  And, in time I decided they just weren't worth it.  They weren't the kind of people I wanted in my life.  They were miserable, unhappy women, and I was starting a new life.  Who needed that in their life?  So, I washed my hands of them and stayed close to the sister that I genuinely liked.  

And life went on, and the anger I once felt in the pit of my stomach disappeared because I had wiped them out of my life.  I never tried to stop hubby from talking to them, though.  They are his family, and I have to respect that.  Now, I am feeling that anger again, and I have to let it go.  I have to banish it because it does me no good.  But enough of them.  

I came across this yesterday and found it too beautiful not to share.  This is for all of us who lost our mothers.  It sure brought tears to my eyes.
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space . . . . . . . . . not even death! 

Author Unknown


  1. Glad to hear the voodoo vibes are getting through! Love that Betty Boop -- you are very talented!

  2. Good morning Mary......You are a fine, fine artist.....perhaps you could show us a few other of the lovely things you have done. I loved it that you did a post about mother;s our age, most of us have lost our mothers and whether they were good, or bad mothers they GOT US HERE and did the best they could at the time

    Have a wonderful day,


  3. Mary, so relieved about the money/sister thing. Very good news.
    And now you got me all teary eyed about Mothers. It'll be three years in January since I lost my dearest sweet Mom. Beautiful words!