So many shoes…

 

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As our children get older, the quality time we get to spend with them seems to lessen.  It can be the same with our grandchildren as they make their way through school, college, and wrap themselves with independence. For me, well, I cherish any time we spend together.

My oldest Granddaughter, Emma, needed some of Gramma’s hairstylist expertise recently and I took her into the salon for some corrective color on her gorgeous hair.  Once I mixed and applied the appropriate formula, we sat and talked, catching up on life’s little tidbits and enjoyed being silly.  For some reason, shoes came into the conversation and I shared that I recently purchased sandals in a size 5, even though I am a consistent 6 ½.  The new sandals were made in Italy and I’m certain that the European design and cut of the shoes pretty much matched my normal size.   We had a great laugh over it until a serious look came over Emma’s face and she exclaimed, “Gramma, when you die, we’ll have to give all your shoes away, none of us are anywhere near your size!”

For a moment, I laughed with her and then thought back to a favorite song of mine, one that I’ve told my family to always remember me by; this song brought my Emma to tears some time ago.  Now that she’s an adult, way beyond her twenty-two years, there is a pragmatic air about her, a positive sense of direction focused on her future.

And my shoes.

 

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From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: Write about something someone said that put a smile on your face. 

Shoe collection aside, Emma’s comment made me think about the “stuff” we accumulate, meaningful to us and, of course, we always think that someone in the family tree will enjoy having things to remember our existence on this earth.  Of course, we hope that everything we once felt so special, and valuable, will be passed along to future generations.  Not some local Goodwill store.

 

 

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One step…

Finality

 

Closure.  Simply stated…The End.

Pretty damn somber, overall.  We’ve all gone through it and will experience what makes up the dynamics involved with finality in any given situation.  And, I’m not focusing only on death here, yet, there is sadness often involved with the ending of a friendship, relationship, job or even a move to a different place on this earth.  The underlying factor touches on the good-byes we need to say, sometimes painful ones, when there is a toxic undercurrent inhibiting the quality of our lives.

One can put just so much into the dynamics of living and cope with the constantly changing aspects of dealing with others.  But, for all the effort which comes into play, when there is little responsiveness in a personal or business situation, that is an indicator which demonstrates both a lack of interest and no desire to continue a connection from those involved.

The energies we expend in our attempt to maintain some cohesiveness in any situation can be exhausting.  As difficult as it might be, when it becomes time, take those first steps and just call it a day.  Accept the finality.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” – Lao Tzu

 

 

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Overly ambitious…

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Perhaps I felt overly ambitious.  Or not.  Possibly, it’s due to the pretty intense heatwave that has been sitting like a chicken hatching eggs in our area.  Or not.  Most likely, this was a momentary step of writing insanity. 

Yes, that…about sums it up.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, my prompt responses; short, sweet (even sarcastic) and to the point.

  1. Tell us about something you did or participated in that a new friend might find hard to believe.

     Drag Racing.  I did it, participated in it, both on the drag strip and street racing.  I miss it but never pass-up the opportunity to put that pedal to the metal. 

 

  1. Write a blog post inspired by the word: peace

     The word peace means to be amid all the chaos and still be calm in the heart. The real peace is the state of mind, not the state of the surroundings.  Idealistic, at best.  Especially with all the current day commotion in our world.  It’s becoming more difficult to find a sense of calmness, if even for a few elusive hours, even moments, given so much emotional baggage people have packed-up and sitting next to them. 

     Locally, a resident is enveloped in their recent rise to internet fame after a confrontation with our school board.  I have mixed emotions on this, and not because of the issues that were stated.  I keep wondering why this situation suddenly rose to the forefront of this particular parents concern, especially since the school board governance has been questionable for more years than this local resident has resided here.  Why haven’t more parents in our district stepped-up to have their voices heard before this one individual stood at the podium?

     My sense is that this debate will not end easily.  My hope is that there will be additional response, from other parents, peacefully articulated with a more precise, unemotional, evaluation on every issue of concern.  What’s needed is an assessment which will be instrumental with the long overdue change in our local school management and focus on those empowered to make curriculum decisions for the students in our schools.

 

  1. What six words would your spouse use to describe you?

     Analytical.  Judgmental.  Intelligent. Angry.  Sarcastic.  Caring

 

  1. 90’s fashion is making a trendy comeback. What were you wearing in the 90’s?

     Leather.  And lots of it.  In fact, I have a gorgeous leather jacket that my daughter gave to me when she returned from a trip to Italy.  Everything old becomes new again!

 

  1. Write about something you think you might have been good at if only you had explored that talent more.

     Years ago, I was at one of those “career crossroads”, anxious to become a Chef but, at the time, lacked the French language required for matriculation into a local culinary program.  I opted instead for a hairdressing license and planned on becoming a teacher in the field, combining my business background to help develop a more rounded platform of learning for students entering the beauty industry.

    As my luck would have it, once I obtained my “Appearance Enhancement” license, the culinary program eliminated the language requirement for acceptance, instead offering language education once students became enrolled.

Maybe, in some ways, I’m a polymath.  I’d like to think that I’ve developed a better sense of proportion and balance.  I came across this phrase and it kind of sums me up…“Our age reveres the specialist but humans are natural polymaths, at our best when we turn our minds to many things.

 

  1. Answer all of the writing prompts in one post.

     Polymathic mission accomplished!

 

 

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