Every new beginning comes…

Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #30: Year’s End
The theme is “Year’s End” and whatever that means for you.

I just love writing prompts, they get my brain in motion and help me to come out swinging when blogfluenza strikes and squashes my creativity. Where now do I begin with regard to describing what an ending means to me as I sit on the threshold of one more…beginning?


Let me think. For starters, 2011 was a somewhat better year than its predecessor and a few before that.  Economically-speaking, a fair yet painfully slow improvement emerged for our struggling universe.   As we look toward 2012, hope will prevail that we will see the cloud cover of financial doom give way to brighter skies of promise in the way of jobs and more. But, the very best part of this year?    Our American troops returning from Iraq.  Welcome Home to all!

<Just call this..my need to insert some 2011 parental pride.>  In my immediate life, this year saw our family grow by one more with the welcome addition of our new daughter-in-law, thanks to the excellent judgment of our son John. Continuing in her position as the APC of a Florida high school, our oldest daughter Jen maintains a pivotal role in the organization and dedication to both students and faculty she oversees.   On the animal rescue front, Jill, our middle daughter,  acts in an official capacity as our local Dog Control Officer, on duty 24/7, dealing both with happy and heart-wrenching endings when she responds to countless pet emergency calls.  She is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to animal welfare.

<And more pride> Four amazing grandchildren who are absolute joys.  Beautiful Emma and handsome Jake, Matthew and Jaden.  Did I mention brilliant as well?

Other things didn’t change much this past year with regard to extended family; mine and that of several close friends.   Years of stupid disagreements continue to drive a wedge in what should be happy times of togetherness between various people in my life.  Holidays or any other times of celebration find too many families hovering , almost combatively,  from different corners, glaring at each other because of misdirected pride and ignorance,  sometimes fueled by the vindictiveness of others.

Alzheimer’s disease worked its horror to end the life of an uncle, one of my late mother’s two brothers.  His passing was well over one year ago but no one thought to call me with the news.    Now, I recently heard through family channels that this wretched disease is slowly turning its focus on the last surviving brother.   I sit here and wonder, no, make that fear, that this legacy of destruction will become my future.

A favorite blogger responded in her usual, elegant, style to this prompt and as I sat reading her post, I thought about how meaningful her words were.  She summed-up her feelings perfectly and left me wishing that I had written those words but I was gently reminded that, through blogging, we learn from others.  We share and we grow.  Mostly, we write from our hearts.

This has been from my heart and I’ll share what I think is a fitting quote…..“Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.”  ~Hal Borland

Well, for me, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.  Out with the old and in with a Very Happy New Year!


 

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All I really want…

I was three years old when Spike Jones released this recording and it was one of just a few 78 rpm records that were played in my home during each Christmas season.  Back then, holiday music that was geared towards children didn’t have Grandma getting trashed by a demonic reindeer; songs were very few but still special in other ways or, like this one, just plain silly.  For me, hearing this music represented a time of peace in my home. Christmas seemed to put a protective cloak around a child who lived with hurt during the rest of the year.  Christmas made me feel safe.

My gift requests were simple, as I remember.  Always a doll, usually a Madame Alexander who was absolute perfection in the world of toys for girls.  I wasn’t allowed to play with any of them, each one sat on a shelf in my room and looked down, waiting for my daily admiration.   

One year, I was presented with Tiny Tears, a chubby rubber baby doll that cried.  She came with a bottle for feedings and when her stomach was pressed, tears rolled from her eyes.  I so over hydrated that doll with water that her little rubber butt soon rotted and my mother threw her in the trash.  I went searching through our garbage on a rescue mission but failed.  Sadly, I watched from a window as the sanitation truck hauled away the one doll I truly killed with too much love.

Now, many years later, what is it that I really want for Christmas?   Not much in the way of material things, that’s for sure.  I have my two front teeth (and several others) thanks to the creative, and expensive, work from our family Dentist.  He thanks me every day when he fires up his Land Rover. 

Certainly, I wish for a better economy in the year ahead, more cures for the diseases that so many suffer with and for the safe return home of our military who sacrifice so much in protecting our freedoms.

If I were to write a letter to Santa at this very moment, I’d ask him to find and bring me my 66′ GTO.  In that letter, I’d write down the VIN to make his search easier.  And, I’d ask for my Tiny Tears doll too.  Rotted rubber butt and all.

Hey, you never know!

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Take a line from a song you love and turn it into the title of your next blog post. Let the content follow.

Okay…this wasn’t about a song I particularly love, just some silly music from my childhood days.  And, right now, with all that is going on in our world, we NEED a little silly…right this very minute!

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Paperwork

He did it to me two years ago, right before the holidays.  In some ways, I did it to myself through my usual procrastination; A.D.D rules my middle-age world.

I’d just rather blame it on him.

Corporate tax returns are due soon.  Here with me are piles of paperwork to put together and develop a summarized report for our business.  I do it every year and our relative (as in family member) accountant handles the final returns.

He always puts in an Extension To File but presses me to have everything done before he leaves for Florida with her (won’t elaborate on the her subject, have done so in other posts so read there, if you’re interested).  Two years ago, I stressed over getting paperwork done by Christmas and he never took it until weeks after; last year, I again struggled to have everything in order and he left town, forgetting to file the returns before departing.

I think that I have every right to be…pretty damn pissed!

Mind you, this man was a top level government employee until his retirement.  From where I sarcastically sit,  people need to stop blaming George W. Bush for everything and start looking elsewhere.  Or maybe,  having a family member handling business affairs isn’t always a great idea.

Whichever the case might be, here I sit with piles of files on my desk (love when my words rhyme) and knots in my stomach as I look over our past fiscal year of business and cringe.   I try to keep positive in that our company is still plugging-along, not at the speed of several years ago, but…we’re still here and I see occasional glimmers of economic hope.  Hopefully, next year’s paperwork will reflect that long-awaited improvement for everyone.

And, hopefully, he doesn’t forget to take it…again!


Flicker of Inspiration #27: Here With Me (Flash Fiction!)

Your prompt is “Here With Me” and you MUST begin immediately! Don’t care how it goes – pick one thing that you can see at this moment, in the room with you, and write something down somewhere.

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