I reside in the Midwest. “Reside” is a good word to describe my existence every day. My heart is at home in New Orleans. For those of you not from New Orleans (or even from the deep south) you may not get my attachment to my hometown. New Orleans is a different kind of city, almost its own country, in a way. The day we were traveling to Rockford was very sad for me; not only because I had to leave my family and friends and the only home I’ve ever known, but we arrived the day after 9/11. It was a remarkable day in history and a life-changing event, personally, for me. It was an unpleasant day. I continue to hold on to the belief that one day I will get back. With my dad gone now it feels even more important that I make it back home. My sister is my only sibling and I so miss my friends from so long ago. What all of us have in common, however, is that we all have a home town. Many of us leave home to go live somewhere else either by choice or necessity. My experience is only one story. What’s your story? Are there similarities in our hometowns? I’m sure there are!
Like water… A pipe broke at my sister’s house and we are without water for a day or so. I’d gotten my son a bathing suit that was too small. I told him I was going to take it back and exchange it. He said he wanted to come with me to Walmart so he could go to the bathroom. Very smart! Got back here and made a sandwich for dinner and was dismayed that I couldn’t rinse the knife after I spread the peanut butter. Little disappointments all because we expect something to be there even when we know it’s not. When I have the thought to wash my hands, I forget that the water’s been off all day. I went for a walk earlier when the sun was still up. Here in New Orleans it’s been pretty warm! I came back dripping and realized that there’s no shower in store for me. So I sat out in the patio and stopped sweating. Then I went inside to let the sweat dry so I wouldn’t be wet anymore. Weird, huh? It just makes me wonder what else do we take for granted like water. Probably more than I’d want to know. When the water comes back on tomorrow or Thursday I will be very grateful, and I’m sure everyone else in the house will like that I will be able to take a shower.
Starting with the song… you know the one.
“To everything turn, turn, turn… There is a season, turn, turn, turn… and a time to every purpose, under heaven…”
A time to live, die, rethink, inspire and be inspired… Ever since I was a girl I wanted to be a writer. As I got older, my dad told me he wanted to write a book with me. His thoughts about what that would look like were kind of hard to nail down, but he was so sweet in his sincerity and his inclusion of me in such a wonderfully, lofty goal! We worked at it a few times. Took copious notes about what he wanted to say, had long talks into the night over dinner at Sal and Sam’s (which is closed now, unfortunately!), and talked on the phone about it ongoingly. Dad is one of the most important people in my life and it saddens me to report that on July 1st, slightly after midnight, he passed away. He was 85. He had a heart condition for most of his life. Three heart attacks, triple bypass surgery, high blood pressure, mild diabetes, etc. He had a good life, however. At his funeral I couldn’t stop thinking that it would have been nice to work a bit more on that book he and I were planning. My thought then, was simple. “Maybe I can do it now, for him, since he’s not here.” So that’s what this is. After having this idea, I saw the ad for the bogging 101 class. I’d just learned a good deal about WordPress so it seems fit and appropriate and Dad would love it! So here I am, giving this a go. I’ve been a journaler since age 7. At 53, maybe I can do this and write something that will be a contribution to someone. Please come with me and Dad on this journey. Let’s see where we end up!
I went with Sam and her friend, Lexi. Yes, I’m a big fan as well. The thing that surprised me, however, was the outdoor arena. It was OUTDOORS. I didn’t know that. I dressed in jeans with a 3/4 sleeve shirt thinking I would be so clever (because that 1/4 really makes a huge difference when you’re blasted with A/C!). After eating a late lunch at Jimmy John’s we made our way to the venue. Sam and Lexi sat about 5 rows from the stage. I sat about 505 rows away from the stage. I was all the way in the back. And up into the nosebleed areas.
Yes. Way far back. We sat for about 2 hours. It was warm. I was sweaty from head to foot. I rolled my jeans up to my knees and pulled my 3/4 sleeves up to almost 1/8. The show started just before the sun went below the arena walls. Then it cooled off and watching the boys was great fun!
The day was great. We all had a great time and now I can say I drove 5 hours to get somewhere to spend most of the day and then drive 5 hours again to get back to Rockford. We got back at a little after 6:00am. Josh had a doctor’s appointment at 10:15am. Needless to say, it was a hard day. But the trip was great fun!
and put a web page on WordPress.com! Of course, being a work in progress I intend to grow.