The Famous Grouse

 

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–  me again!  It’s been a while …

 Something’s changed.  I can’t put a finger on it.  Words like these –

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 bring on a  half-guilty sigh.   I’ve wondered why.

 There was once a time when

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would have been a sublime goal and aspiration. Not anymore.

 Lately, I find myself planning a

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 meal and

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   I’ve grown weary of keeping the home_20150620_120107

, often reminding myself that

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and it can wait.  (Unless

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I can never cease to

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at all you

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who opt to

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to the exclusion of all else.  My family and home have been

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of my life, and  I’ve cherished my role as

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, you know .   I began to wonder if I needed to 

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of the icing on the cake of my life – something that would make me come alive.

 I  voiced  my thoughts one evening at the dinner table.

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 ,” I announced.

 Parents often assume their

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and disinterested  in general.  To my amazement and delight, mine were listening..

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,” I went on. “I love words .  I

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 with them all over again when I wake up each morning. If I could

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with my words, and everyday for the rest of my life, then I think I’d be fulfilling my purpose. 

“So do it!” they said.

I was taken aback.  “Do what?” 

“If you have a 

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, Mom,  it won’t just dissolve and

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 , right? 

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. It’s

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So why not start a blog?” they said.

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,” I squeaked.

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 and

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with the internet.”

 

_20150710_164512 with you,” they said.   “We’ll help you find  your feet.  We’ll sort of be your

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We’ll teach you how to navigate the social media stuff … and stuff.

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–  the bulk of it, anyway, because

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So why not

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?”

“But

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“Oh,

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, Mom?  Okay, how badly do you want to

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?

“Really badly …”

So

 

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for it, Mom!  But don’t

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just yet, okay?  (Muffled

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– the cheeky things!)

“What do I blog about?” I ventured.

“You always have

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. Mom.  Write about your

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, about

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or just

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,” they said.  “Use the pictures you keep taking.  And whatever you do, Mom, don’t

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and

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.”  I became

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Suddenly, I was

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“Okay,” I said.  “I

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there’s aIMG_20150724_205245373_HDR

for everything, and

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From now on I’m going in

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– I’ll

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and I

 

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And thus began a journey.

Dear reader,

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of my list  below –

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             because

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     –  (4) 

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(four times over, and then some more)

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  • (7) 

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                                                                             …   xx   …   xx   …

 

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 in the dream department.

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…   xx   …   xx   …

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…   xx    …   xx   …

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Someone To Believe

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 “There’s no emergency contact in your file, ma’am.  Could I have a relative’s name?”

 “I’m the only one left. They’re all gone.”

 All gone?

I’m at the local hospital for my annual mammogram and bone density test.

(Oh, by the way

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… I’m a grateful breast cancer survivor.  Seven years.)

The perplexed secretary persists. “How about a friend?”

“All gone,” the old lady replies.  I exhale when she adds, “I can give you my husband’s name and number.”

The secretary is as relieved as I am.

I find a seat and await my turn. The words scream in my head –

 All gone … the only one left …

 How awful. 

What happens when the husband goes? 

Has she outlived her children? 

Did she have any? 

Not one friend?

Awful.  Awful. Just awful.

I lean back and close my eyes for a moment.   Faces come crowding into my mind.  My heart swells with gratitude. 

The random digital clicks on my mobile phone provide me with a gallery of pictures that inspire the ramblings on this blog.

This one

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reminds me to  be thankful for the people in my life who might think I’m a little weird, sometimes outright crazy, but still believe in me. 

They root for me.  They encourage me to

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 They cheer –

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– and shower me with

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when yet another door seems to slam in my face.  They give me a reason to hang on, keep dreaming.

I am thankful for those who believe that

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This is my prayer for you, reader – and for myself, of course!

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 Because

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                                                                                                                                      Amen.

So

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Just think –

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Because it’s 

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                                                                                                                                   you know!

 

That Second Moment

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“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!” 

Hug. Hug.  Kiss. Kiss.

My two daughters look quite pleased with themselves.  (I don’t  crave the usual mother-ish offerings, and I’m inconveniently allergic to perfume – they find me difficult to shop for, they say.)

A recycled paper gift bag and smiles.   A swirl of tissue paper falls back to reveal a plaque. 

This one –

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! Lots of love xxx

 A single word – BELIEVE. 

 There’s something familiar about the picture … Continue reading “That Second Moment”

The Moment

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There are moments in life when the universe comes to a shuddering halt, stands on tiptoe and holds its breath.

They are either good or bad moments.

My moment came one Christmas eve, when a friend rang the doorbell and thrust a package into my hand with a wide smile and a cheerful ‘Merry Christmas’. 

From a swathe of tissue paper I extricated a small plaque with two words on it –

Dream Big 

Here it is – 

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Merry Christmas, Love Maureen

A spine-tingling moment of eureka … 

From then on, similar phrases leap at me wherever I go.  They squawk, they screech and scream!

They hurl themselves  from random objects, plaques on walls, store shelves, fridge magnets, billboards, songs playing on the car radio.   

I recently got myself a real phone, so I’m able to digitally immortalize  these moments.

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See the words in small print at the lower right hand corner? 

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE

I think I’m finally beginning to get it. 

Now is the time 

NOW IS THE TIME .