I write lots of notes on FB, about lots of things.  Usually don’t know who, if anyone, reads them, but that’s OK, because, often, I write them for me.

I just took a “text analysis” on http://iwl.me/b/cfe99843 and it said I write like Dan Brown.  Which is cool because I like his books!  I like how he twists your brain by mixing facts, myths and out-right fiction.  I confess, I still have a hard time remembering that his stuff isn’t 100% real!

Goal:  Reconnect with everyone I’ve not been in touch with for a while.  Family and friends.  Don’t know if they do me, but I miss each and every one.

Goal:  Finish a book in a month.  Where did my voracious reading habit go?

Goal:  Show affection better, especially to those closest to me.  If anyone deserves that, they do.

Goal:  Remember to be grateful.  Remember that I have a lot to be grateful for!

Goal:  After this surgery, only one more.  And that’s it!

Goal: Lose the weight I’ve gained since the surgery in February. It’s not much, but I feel it.

Goal: Write more.  I may get better.  I may get a following.  I MAY BECOME A FAMOUS WRITER.  OK, I’ll stop now!

Goal: To continue impacting society and continue doing what I can to change the world!

Goal: To get my kidz to believe me when I say recycling, saving energy, taking care of the planet, etc really are important.  To make them care.  To turn them into activists!!

Goal:  Relax and breathe more!  Breathing is good!

Goal:  Enjoy and laugh even more!  Laughing is even better is a great way to relax!

Goal:  Always be the me I am at the moment, and feel good about it!

“Life is not about what you’ve achieved.  It’s about what you’ve overcome”

I am so tired, physically and in my spirit.  Seems like one of us will feel better for a couple of days, then it starts again.

So much crap in the world.   Too much personal stress.

I just want to feel better.  Missing too much of life!

My oldest daughter got married.  And a brother I hardly knew died.

For all kinds of reasons, my relationship with this daughter has been rocky for a long time.  There was a point, even up to two weeks before, that I decided not to go.  But I did.  There was a lot of emotional pain and baggage, but I think I did pretty good, overall.

The bride.  She’s been beautiful since the second I saw her.  Not just because I’m her mom.  People would stop me to comment on her.  As a bride; unbelievable.  Truly a magazine cover.  During the ceremony, I kept having flashes of her growing up.  She had some tough times, but there were so many more good.  She’s always known how to make people smile.  Except I cried that day.  I chose her name, Jaffa, purposely, because it means, “beautiful” in Hebrew.

While I was gone for her wedding, my brother passed away.  I really didn’t know him.  He was considerable older – he was one of the twins my father had with his first wife.  I remember meeting them when I was a kid.  It was only recently that I made contact with them, starting with the daughter of the other twin.   I’ve not had the chance to go to New York and see them, and now, for Alvin and me, it’s too late. I am glad that we, at least, got to speak on the phone.  My nephew describes his father thus:

“He was also very sensitive and creative. He studied to be a cartoonist (although wound up being a commodities accountant) and had a passion for Captain America, Bing Crosby, JFK, Mickey Mantle, Larry Bird and Dan Marino besides being a major movie buff.”

I’ll have to ask if he, as our father did, believed epoxy is the answer to everything.

I love you, my daughter. When I cry now, it is due to joy.  You will understand when you hold that first squealing, slimy baby in your arms.  Most of all, I am glad you’ve found true love, and a wonderful husband.

I will miss you, my brother.  I hope you  meet Dad, and another brother, up there.

Whatever else, we are all parts of the same family, Price.

So much to do that’s not getting done.  Phone calls not made, cards not sent.  Just want to stay in bed, but am too restless.  Haven’t even been able to get prescribed anti-viral yet…oh, apparently, I have two viruses.

As we say, “What’s my last name?

Grinning and bearing it!

I can look back at “the thrill(s) of victory and the agon(ies) of defeat”.  And there have been many of each.  However, all I have is the right now.  And the “right now” ain’t all that bad.

I’ve been told by many people to start a blog…this morning, I thought, “Why not?  What else do I have to do?”  That was a joke, people!

So, why not?  May be a great way to share my thoughts, musings, the hum drum and the extraordinary, my joys and passions, my disappointments and sadness,  my fears and my rage…and, of course, my opinions.

This is not required reading, but I hope you will.  You will not be graded, but your reading and commenting will spur me on.

BTW, let me know if I haven’t been writing…sometimes, life interferes with the other things I want to do!

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