Tiny Reflections

The date of September 12th, is a hard date to face each year. It was the date that my father passed away on, and it was his birthday as well. A double whammy, as they say. I make it a habit to visit the cemetery each September 12, rain or shine and spent some time in mourning and pouring my heart and soul out to my late father. I always stop by the florist and pick up some nice flowers to place in the vase that they have provided for each of the graves.

There are several other friends and family members that are buried in the cemetery so while I’m there I stop by each one and pay my respects and it usually takes me several hours to get the whole deal done and over with. But I’m glad that I do it and plan on continuing as long as I’m on this earth.

Can you believe that they are all ready starting to put Christmas items for the up and coming holiday season? It is still summer for goodness sake. Soon they will all be playing Christmas music, arg……I’m thinking that the stores are really freaking out about the economy issues that aren’t lightening up any time soon and how it will affect sales again this year so they are going squeeze what they can and when they can out of us all.

Last year Wal-Mart was basically the only one that made a decent profit for the 2009 Christmas/Hanukkah gift giving season. I know that I’m cutting back big time. I’m not even going to send out any Christmas cards. Stamps are at 42 cents a piece now and that is just crazy. Online Christmas are the way to go this year, I can tell you that.

“On a cold winters night, she stands there in the middle of the forest. Her hair as black as the night sky, swaying in breeze. Her voice as sweet as your favorite candy, while singing the woodland a lullaby. And once their all asleep, she swiftly falls onto the ground, sleeping, waiting for morning to arrive.”

This beauty paragraph was written by my 11 year old sister for one of her English assignments last week. This girl has got some power full talent with putting thoughts to pen and then to paper. She has written several poems, even has her own Poetry website set up that I enjoy looking at every now and then. I don’t know where she got it from, she is a very unique person in many ways. I have to say that I’m impressed enough by this paragraph that I had to post it here, bragging rights, you know!

A friend of mine lives in New York City. He has a tiny apartment in a high rise and doesn’t own a car. He walks to where he needs to go and if he needs a ride he just hails a cab.

I can’t imagine living without a car at my beck and call. I want to be able to get in my car and drive anywhere I want to go. I would hate to have to worry about carrying enough cash money all the time to pay for a cab ride – and back.

He says he lives in a fishbowl of 6 blocks. He rarely goes more than 6 blocks from where he lives. What a strange way to think of your life – living in a fishbowl.

Seems like I never get enough sleep. Even on Sundays when I don’t have to get up until noon, it seems like I am still groggy and grouchy when I get up.

Until I have a cup of coffee. That hot black bitter liquid is like gold. It’s like the magic potion. It’s the only thing that I look forward to when I wake up and my feet hit the floor.

Before anything else happens – and God forbid anyone is stupid enough to try to talk to me – I have to get into the kitchen and suck down that cup of Joe.
Then I can deal with the day.