Blog More

Yep - that's what two people said - you should blog more. Then when the Third person said I should blog more - well - what can I say? Since I only have TWO followers I was stoked!!! Problem is - I don't know what the heck to blog about half the time. Hell - I can't even think of One TWEET a day. An entire blog??

I have been thinking about various things I wanted to blog about, but other problems have been blotting that from my mind. Just this weekend I thought how much I would liked to have picked up the phone and called my Mom. I think about her a lot (and my Dad) especially on Sundays when I listen to Sid Mark and his Sunday with Sinatra program. Actually they call it the Sounds of Sinatra, but I've been listening since I was a child and it was always Friday with Frank and Sunday with Sinatra - and ALWAYS with Sid. Anyhow - with all that was on my mind I wanted to run everything by Mom and see what insight she had into the situation. I wonder if she would have been more sympathetic and less distrustful than I? I thought about her again last evening when at 1AM I was pacing and needing to talk to someone so instead I did a blog of sorts. Not one I can publish, but it was cathartic just the same.

So I sat down tonight and though what do I blog about. I read Lora's blog and it made me sad and angry for her, and it made me think about my own Mother again and how lucky I was to have her in my life as long as I did. I can look back and wish I had more time to know her better, because I really didn't take all the time I could have to find out all there was to know. That makes me sad.
OK - no more friggin sad.

Happy thoughts about my Mom.....well, she was a working mom back when it wasn't the norm (in the 50's). She was a great hostess, had lots of friends and our home was always full of people on weekends. She was an average cook, no gourmet meals - she could mend, but didn't sew or do anything "creative" with needles. She was creative in other ways. She loved to write in poetry and people always came to her for poems for special occasions. As a great Sinatra fan she even wrote Frank Sinatra's life in poetry. Yes - he did acknowledge her book - and her - and that was one of the special events in her life. Even though I had to call home EVERY DAY of my life to check in -and that was even when I went to Europe when I was 45 years old - she taught me how to be an independent woman because SHE was an independent woman. I don't think I really realized that until now.

OK - time to refill the G&T. Goodnight my two readers (maybe 3)