Posted on 10/16/2005 8:15:09 PM PDT by The Mayor
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((((hugs))))
Beautiful---I love what it says everytime I read it!
lovely table love (& stole a long time ago) that blue waterish border. Hope you had a good weeek-end. Mixed bad here & lots going on next few days. The sun is shing though & that is SO good. Mood elevator for me for sure.
Thanks LUV.
I had to go and dig for it,since I haven't posted it in a while.:)
{{{HUGS}}}
I know that feeling--like digging around in a closet that's too full! LOL!
I had a decent working-weekend.
It's my Friday,when it is Monday for most everyone.LOL.
Sunshine sure is a Mood elevator.:)
I love your table it's simple but elegant.
It's fine to snag borders or backgrounds you like.:)
LOL.
Exactly.
so you have off Tues/Wed?
The table is stolen from above (Billie's).. I used it for Sweetest Day & just changed the innards for today. I am relaly lazy!!!
I also do have trouble keeping tract of my things. too many places I have them "stuck" & then I can't recall the titles I give them.
Same thing on my server. It is a real mess & I only have had it since the first of the year. Need to get some order to it soon.
It's good to hear that I am not the only one that has that problem.
LOL.
I need to take the time to organize my Tables for FR and name them.LOL.
Bravo, Mrs. N!!
Good Morning Dolly,
I keep forgetting to save the tables I make. LOL!
Thanks.:)
I save about half. when I post a thread, I save the whole thread plus the "extras" I post .. well, most of them. But finding all.. ugh! Good morning to you. Need to finish some household "shoveling" and then walk pups.
Have a great day, Dolly!
Those were great Oesy..Regarding remembering these songs & the RELATED IDEA of we, the aged & aging in general.. I came across this EMail this AM.. thought it had some good thoughts. I have a "significant" birthday upcoming soon & I would be fibbin' to say it is NOT on my mind bigtime. /d
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The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old.
I was taken aback for I do not think of myself as old.
Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained
that it was an interesting question and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always
wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy
eyes, and the sagging bottom.
And often I am taken aback by the old person that lives in my mirror, but I
don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed,
or for buying that silly cement pig that I didn't need, but looks so cute on
my porch.
I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they
understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read until 4 a.m., and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I at
the same time wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body,
and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the
pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as
well forgotten-and I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break
when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved
pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and
understanding and compassion.
A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of
being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to
have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could
turn silver. I can say "no", and mean it. I can say "yes", and mean it.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what
other people think.
I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like
the person I have become.
I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste
time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
AND I SHALL EAT DESSERT EVERY SINGLE DAY !
A prayer by an American Confederate soldier seriously disabled in the Civil War is a beautiful example of the depths of discovery of the gifts of suffering that a wound can bring:
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do great things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for-but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
Beautiful indeed, and worth savoring a second time - -
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