HBD Dixie!

At the local news stands today...

 

Happy Birthday Dixie!

Thanksgiving Quiz

Well since I can't think of much to blog about today I thought I would just make a Thanksgiving quiz to see how you are going to be celebrating the holiday, even if you aren't celebrating the day feel free to post your comments...

 

1. At home or traveling?

2. Cooking or not cooking?

3. White meat or dark?

4. Is it stuffing or dressing?

5. Cornmeal or bread dressing/stuffing?

6. Cranberry sauce? Yeah or Nay?

7. Favorite pie? (or dessert if you don't like pie)

8. Kiddy or grown up table?

9. Favorite side dish?

10. What else is on the menu?

11. Did you ever have to dress up like a pilgrim?

12. Favorite Thanksgiving memory?

 

 

(Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I am thankful for each of you...)

HBD SUZI!

Found in the latest gossip rags....

 

The Waiting Room

Patience is a virtue, or at least I think it use to be. I have always thought that I was a patient person, never complaining, quietly biding my time til whatever or whoever it was that I was waiting for emerged. I am noticing though that more often I seem to be losing my patience. It's a trait I noticed in people I know growing older as well, that their patience wears thin at the best of times too. It makes me wonder if it is just something we go thru as we age or is it more of an individual thing? Is it really patience we are losing or is it just that we seem to be waiting more and more?

We wait in lines, we wait at signs, we wait for people, we wait on situations, we seem to be in a perpetual state of waiting. But what are we really waiting for? Are we waiting on life, are we waiting on death, are we waiting on God or are we waiting for something bigger and better to come along? We wait for our ship to come in, we wait for our luck to change, we wait for word of news, we wait on time and only seem to be losing even more time while we are waiting.

Now is when a lot of you will be reading this blog and thinking who has time to wait? My life is so busy I don't have time to be standing by idly waiting....but waiting you do without even consciously knowing it. You wait for appointments, you wait for the end of the work day, you wait on laundry to finish, you wait on your dinner to finish cooking, you wait on loved ones, and you wait ...and you wait ....and you wait in your life. Oh sure we fill that time of waiting with other things and trying to be productive, but you catch yourself saying to yourself, "this is just what I was waiting for" or 'you don't know how long I have been waiting to hear that", or some other thing that you weren't even realize you were waiting for until it arrives. I think we spend so much of our life waiting we don't even realize we are doing it.

I am starting to think we each have our own individual waiting room in this life. I think maybe the world is not really round at all but flat like they first envisioned. They just assumed that the earth was round because they got tired of waiting to get to the other side and ended up just going in circles. I think the earth is square, or rectangular...just a big building made up of waiting rooms for each of us. Some waiting rooms are opulent with a terrific view of the outer world, and some waiting rooms are just four plain walls with a rickety chair and out of date magazines.

So we wait. Time seems to stand still when we wait for something important to us, and then we look back and think wow has time flown since then. Not only has it flown but it has taken my patience with it.

I have a friend that once said, that when we are kids, time seems to drag because we wait with anticipation for things, as we get older time flies because we don't have that same anticipation that we did as a child. Time may seem like it is dragging by but the years seem to go faster. Maybe my friend has a point there. I have noticed how a lot of people I know seem to lose their patience in waiting as well. Maybe we are just sick and tired of waiting because we have already done so much of it. Maybe we think of it as time wasted with waiting and the sand in the hourglass seems to be trickling faster.

Time drags...and time flies, and still we wait. I have begun to think of life as not being so much about the journey as they tell us, but more about the waiting, and what we do or not do while we wait. A lot of you will read this blog and say, "Vic find a new hobby or something, stay busy". I am busy, it's not about spare time needing to be filled. It's about waiting and how at times we don't even realize we are doing it. But we do...a lot of it when you think about it. If you don't believe me, just you wait and see.

 

Green Baloney Sandwiches and Mister M....

 

 I had planned on writing a blog tomorrow about getting out to vote even when the choices given weren't exactly what we would wish for. The cost of the candidates out campaigning and the huge amount of money in advertising, phone calls, and infomercials spent to get us to tick that little box on our ballot sheets... To think it all comes down to a small check mark, amazes and scares me at the same time.

But my blog isn't going to be about voting. Voting has taken a back seat for me with an e-mail I received this evening in my in-box. A very dear on-line friend of mine had passed away and even though he had been in failing health the past few years, it did come as a surprise. Several of you who frequented garden chat in the past years will remember him as Momuleskinner, but to me he was always Mr. Momule.

Mr. Momule and I use to chat quite frequently in chat and on messenger. Buffy also chatted a lot with him and we had a friendly rivalry for his affections and who was his most favorite chatter. Buffy always claimed that she was number one and I was number 2. Whenever I would tease Mr. Momule about something in particular , he would scold me and say "Miss Vic, (he always called me Miss Vic) you are falling on that favorite scale down to number 13 or even lower".... Only copious amounts of sweet talking would bring me back up the list to hover near the top. Cyber gifts of green baloney sandwiches at lunchtime left on his yahoo messenger would send me crashing back down the list. Even though Buffy and I will never see eye to eye on who his favorite chatter was, I think we both would agree that he was always number one on our list.

It's ironic to think that Mr. Momule was just in my thoughts this past Halloween, and I had planned on e-mailing him to ask if he had raided his grand kids trick or treat bags for all of the good stuff. It had been awhile since I had caught him on messenger to chat. Health problems and back pain kept him from spending as much time on-line as he use to. He never ceased to leave me with a smile, and the pic posted above of him watering his tomato plants, speaks to me the most about him out of all of the pics he has shared with me. It never ceases to amaze me that thru one shared hobby with a complete stranger, can lead to a friendship spanning so many years.

I'll miss so much about you Mr. Momule and the numerous smiles you have left with me. It will be hard not to have you here and see you lit up on messenger. I'll be leaving you one more cyber green baloney sandwich, ..just because...

Messing Around...