Well, I am trying to get my blog going again on this new laptop. Cross your fingers, please?
I think I am officially a dinosaur. Our daughter says I am not. I feel like one. So many things going on the world of pop culture today about which I am clueless. I hear catch words and try to remember them long enough to write them down. I have to write them down if I have any hope of getting to my computer to look on line for an explanation. She says I am not a dinosaur because I am still interested to know about things even if I don’t care to participate. I appreciate her generosity.
I have been dabbling in some additional social media sites. I am trying to figure out Twitter. I can follow and unfollow. I can like. I can look at links. But, I don’t know how to re-tweet or initiate a tweet to someone correctly or how to tweet back at someone.
I have been working on figuring out Tumblr. I like that it is similar to Instagram but has the blog connection often lacking on Instagram. I love Instagram, of course. Just lovely photos flowing along for the most part.
Pinterest is great and very familiar. I maneuver in it just fine. I enjoy it. Not being one who can just pin and pin without reviewing what I have pinned, it becomes work sometimes. I like to edit and resort and delete. I confess I use secret boards more often than the public boards. Just because it is a tool I like to use to sort out ideas and focus intentions.
I want to upgrade my WordPress to a dot net. I think that will be my birthday present to myself. It was less than twenty dollars for the year last time I paid attention. I have aspirations to create a specific logo for Raining Orchids. You know, tee shirts, hats, stationery. Ha! Ha! Just for fun. Additional creative flow.
Still, one of my favorite things to do when I want to be quiet and still is to color. I have one of those new adult coloring books and map pencils. That is okay. But what I really like is my bag of Crayola crayons and my Disney coloring book. I bought it years ago and am slowly coloring each page in order through the book. The bright colors, the smell of the crayons, the soothing rhythm of rubbing the wax onto the paper all work together to create magic for me.
To each his or her own. I like the technical world of social media. And I love the innocent world of crayons and coloring books. Just because I do. Not going to analyze this. Just going to savor the moments. Dinosaur or not, I am still exploring. Still asking questions. Still learning. Still loving life. Not yet a fossil.
I am so very grateful for the blessings of this past holiday. Thanksgiving Day, my daughter and her fiancé came for dinner. We had a lovely visit and some fun on the target range.
I am grateful for technology that allows us to video chat with our children half a world away. We plugged the computer into the big screen TV so we could see them larger than life! My son! A TV star!
When he was a baby and we were living in California, we could only call home once a week and write letters that required an envelope, stamp, and a few days to get to the recipient. In his young life, how things have changed!
I am grateful for the extended visit we were blessed with by my niece and her lovely family. The girls are wonderful! A four year old and a 9 month old. He was especially touched by the extraordinary affection the baby had for him. I was able to work on some of my preschool age entertaining skills. I am still not at full speed. Though, I did manage to improvise a princess breakfast table for the four year old. Served in the living room to enjoy morning cartoons, naturally.
I have plans and dreams and ideas for little girls’ play. I do have some of the toys set up in the guest room. I want to work on that area some more. I sense some more furniture moving may be in order. I keep saying I need to stop that. My body doesn’t recover from the strain as easily as it once did.
I am grateful to be included in their lives. Each of my children and their mates, my niece and her husband and their girls. Grateful to be able to love and enjoy them.
A friend and I had a conversation recently about bitterness. Most folks go through difficult times, tragic times, even. We get to choose whether we will be bitter or not. I could be very bitter about the things that have happened to my loved ones and the losses I have suffered. But, I want to be happy. I want to love and be loved. I want laughter and fun and tenderness and joy. I want to be part of the lives of children and old folks. I want to pass along the resilience and good humor given me by those who taught me to not be bitter.
Life is the stuff that happens in between the troubles. Life is not the troubles. Get out there and live and there are bound to be troubles. Heartache, stress, fatigue, questionable situations. But, in between, there is magic. Love, joy, connectedness, tender sentimental moments, lazy moments of companionship, a beautiful spot in an ordinary day.
A friend once told me she was in a doctor’s office and rushing out to her next scheduled thing. She noticed a rose in a vase on the table. She paused and thought about me. She reflected that I would stop and notice the rose and comment on how lovely it was. I hold that as one of the best compliments I have ever received. I do try to stop and appreciate beauty. I took one of those aptitude and interests type tests in home economics in high school. I still recall the highest value I have as indicated by the test. Beauty. My highest value.
Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What the world counts as beauty may not catch my eye. But, when the beholder sees beauty, whether in the face of a four year old when her mermaid hair is pulled away from her face for a moment or in the toothless grin of a happy baby, or in the twinkle of brown eyes so familiar and yet so treasured…………..oh how this old gal’s heart pitter patters!
Grateful for making my life simple and choosing to see the beauty. Raining Orchids. The beauty of my simple life. Yes, that is me.