Did I say Monday? I meant Tuesday.I meant Wednesday or what it Thursday? Friday? Over the weekend? Oh! I said Monday! I did. SO what is twenty four hours(and a week) between friends...I mean I still did it. I am sure you were not waiting with such anticipation, that your skin crawled. Well except you...
The date today is....
Comes from Gary over at Don't Bug me.9/18/1970
I am unsure of the importance it holds for Gary, yet I am quite confident that he will share...right?!
1970...a good year. I had just turned five years old. A brandy new kindergärtner. Ugh. A Friday.
My memories here, go askew. I wonder if some of the memories are true memories or ones that a five year old mind invented, to hide or to justify.
I do know that I was quirky back then. One thought that comes to me, is remembering looking at people and their interactions with other people and thinking how weird everyone else was, of course this was at five.
I have not changed much.
Things didn't make much sense to me. I would suppose to most at that age, things would not. Yet, I remember this feeling.
My brothers hated me.
I do know this, I had intruded on the Cleaver household ya know. Or at least that was the outside world's perception. Actually it was mine until I was 18.
Music, a powerful escape for me. Then and now. I adored Joplin, she passed away in 1970. On this day though, one of the most innovative guitarists passed away in London by a drug overdose, Jimi Hendrix died.
It appears another slow news day.
At the age of five I was an avid YANKEE fan. See, even back then I was the rebel. At five and at this time, I was still wishing I was at the beach, riding in the waves. Getting stung by jelly fish and thinking that was a good time. Camping in Maine on Long Lake, my Uncle John, I can still see his smile. He died shortly after.
I gaze at my daughter, now five, and see that wonder in her eyes. I hear that dreamy philosophy in her voice. And more importantly? I hear her wisdom.

Where were you 9/18/1970?

***A little catch up here. As days pass into weeks and the sun shines so ever brightly even in the dimmest of thought, I learn something. From the world that surrounds me and those who invariably breeze in. Some stay, some only for a second, I learn something. Here is what I learned:
*That in the negative we realize, there will be some positive.
*I learned that friends, true good friends, never go away, they just sit back and enjoy the ride with you.
*That an email prompts curiosity, which led to utter joy. And a happy dance! Thank you Judi!(http://www.judithheartsong.com/)...I adore this woman.
*From my last post, I learned that there is that one! Hey you!
*I can give in at the drop of a hat to avoid conflict. That when someone makes a judgment about me based on paragraph, my blood boils. Yet I learned I shall not waste time on them, for then it just feeds that beast.
* "Holly" Gives me way too much credit. And a little somethin somethin be told, I did get a mention way back when. Yet I will curtsy and say Thank you for the thinking award...PROMISE next post, I will give my five(Five different than the last). You are ever so wonderful...
*I have a harder time with the dentist than my children do.
*I learned I get lost in a story I am writing. More the screenwriting, where there is no thought other than the story, the character, and then the next scene, next character. I have to flush it out without interruption, until it is solid. If not , it just plays over and over. Wha? I never said I wasnt OCD or anything, geesh.
Lastly, I learned that as far as I may appear, I am not. I avoided Father's day for the most part. With exception on assisting the children with their little surprises...I had plans to head to the cemetery. I did not. For many reasons, two main ones: Most importantly one request of my father's was to not weep or stand over is grave, he was not there. Secondly, I just could not go to another grave this year(and it's only June). So for all you father's, I hope your day was filled with hugs and kisses, and a love only need be said by the look between father and child. May you all cherish the day.
A day late: My Father's day post(It's long, originally posted elsewhere in 2003).
What I learned? That no matter how long it's been since he has passed, I still miss him.


That is what I learned in my neck of the woods what did you learn in yours?
And special Hello to Taj....Your words are so very kind, to the point you about left me speechless.
Thank you.

Labels: Childhood, Dreams, History for Sale, Learn Me, On this date