Soldiers, Our National Treasures

Memorial Day has been a rainy day, Monday, hang in the house and reflect day, the angels must be bowling a tournment day.  Texas thunder storms can be quite exciting.  No fireworks display compares to our lightening, crazy light patterns across the sky and bolts that come straight down, hopfully miles away.  Standing at my living room windows watching the show I caught the moment one of my favorite trees was over powered by a gust of wind and fell over with a whomp, an encore  I could have lived without.   Lots of memories in that old mesquite tree.   A few yards away just outside my door the pretty little flowers I planted the day before were no worse for the wear nestled safe in an old wooden planter box.  So it goes. 

Back to Memorial Day,  a Chevy commercial has real soldiers returning home from deployment surprising their children.  Reactions both heart warming and heart breaking at the same time. The raw emotion says it all.  Today is the day set aside to honor our fallen military heros.  I think Congress and the president should watch how children and  families are affected by deployment. Sending our precious national treasures to fight others wars should be a very last resort.  Life, theirs and ours is so very precious.  Have a great week and thank a Vet.  kisses  

God bless America. 

I Am A Goof

Good morning Good morning🌝The sun has yet to rise on this early Sunday, church day, start of a new week day, and middle of the month of May, day.  Here I sit on my brown sofa text messaging and Facebooking with a few of my early bird or night owl friends.  I was just once again and for about the millionith time told I am goofy.  I guess for lack of a better descriptive word but maybe goofy is correct.  I just know I had a certain life all planned out since Mrs. Morris 6th grade class. I even had a red notebook where I wrote down how to be a good parent including elaborate examples of the huge injustices my parents inflicted on me to insure I would remember what it felt like to be a kid so my children would not have to suffer and miss out on beach parties 'all the other Mothers' consented to.  I had my wedding all planned, the names of my 2 children picked out, boy then girl.  I even decided what my grandchildren would call me.  My parents were incredibly stable so I just assumed my life would be the same way...you know, like the Beaver Cleaver household.    I got pregnant at 19, not married and not by Ward Cleaver.  That was still some what scandalous back in 1979.  One of those things 'I have come to understand that I will never understand'.  Was it because now everyone will know you had sex? So it goes.  I did finally marry, have 2 more children, bought a house, and just as plans seemed to be on track,  throw a wave to the caboose, choo choo-derail with divorce.  The Bible says 'In all things give thanks'  and 'all things work together for good'.   I believe that as I witnessed it growing up with my Dad.  I am so glad I learned or was blessed with his practically magic way of looking at life, seeing only the good and a big eraser handy as a life plan must be written in pencil.  Happiness is a choice, peace in my heart, keep my feet on the ground, after all, it is my goofy small world.  kisses