Aspirations and Dreams

Today is the 21st of August. Where or where did the summer go? I love the fall except for the neighbor's leaves off of their many trees falling on our property. They are not diligent about cleaning them up waiting instead for the wind to blow them even more in our direction. We cut down our trees many years ago for that very reason. People who have the lovely trees should be more respectful of their neighbors and when possible several times in the season to pile up their leaves instead of letting them pile up on their neighbor's property. Oh well, nothing to do about that except have an argument with them.

I have always loved that song Autumn Leaves, but not in the true meaning of that word.

We are going to celebrate younger two grandchildren's birthdays in August this coming Saturday. It will be at a Chinese buffet restaurant where they live out of town. It is a long trip but worthwhile. One will be one and the other three. We bought the three year old one a Thomas wooden train set with 49 pieces. It is so cute, I am having trouble not opening it up and playing with it myself. He knows about it and cannot wait to get it on Saturday.

At this age, senior age, little things like birthday parties are really big things in our life. They are not things, they are events. Events are meant to be celebrated and loved and honored especially happy events which this will be and is.

When I was thirteen, my mom was about to turn forty. To a kid that age, forty is old age and I worried that she would not be the same sweet and dear and good Mom if she got old at forty.I waited all that day, May 8th to see the changes in her. There were none.She remained the same wonderful person. Funny, how kids think of things. Now days kids are so preoccupied with electronics, dvd players, sports and etc that they rarely I am sure would think something like I did.

I owned about three books and the rest of the time we went to the Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore, Maryland for our reading habits. I worked there for forty-five cents a hour putting the returned books back on the shelves. It was a special job and you had to be on the waiting list to get it. I worked Saturdays mornings and one afternoon and when that paycheck arrived for about five dollars net every other week, I would await Dad going to the bank to cash it. I was rich. I was rich because I had caring parents, a clean home, delicious home cooked meals and aspirations and dreams of the future.


Keep on Enjoying Living Every Day of your Life.

Elita