Figures

So I got all hyped up with “heyyyyy, new blog, new blog, new blog!!” I was all, “Follow me! Update your subscriptions! PAR-TAY!”

And now I can’t think of anything to write about. Hmph. Figures.

I may have to succumb to telling you what I had for lunch or that time I stared at the wall.

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.

Have you heard about the iPhone alarm glitch? I don’t have an iPhone and my commitment to Apple depends on how I feel about my work Mac at any given moment, so I feel like I’m free to say this: Srsly? Get an alarm clock, people. It uses this old-fashioned thing call an electric cord. You plug it into a socket in the wall. Then you push some buttons on the clock and it wakes you up! I know, I know, I just used some very outdated words there. The Google will help you make sense of it all.

Do you make New Year’s resolutions? I don’t… I just make general goals. For instance, I would like to:

1) Learn more crafts (aka, learn how to make nice things on the cheap and save some money. Boo-yah.)

2) Read more books. Remember books? You hold it and turn pages. Pay-jess. I am so old school.

3) Blog more. Giggle. Snort. I say the funniest things.

4) Get my passport. I don’t know where I’ll go but I’d really love to be able to use the phrase, “I’m fleeing the country.” Just for kicks.

5) Be in more pictures. My goal last year was to take more pictures and I think I held up my end of the deal well. But I’m not in a lot of them. Which my vanity assures me is OK (I don’t think I’m very photogenic), but I also don’t want it to look like I never lived. You know.

6) But in order to be in more pictures – and this is just the vanity talking – there will have to be more gym visits. Giggle giggle snort snort. We’ll see. We shall just see.

I’m going to go read a book now. And I had spaghetti for lunch. Just FYI.

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  1. She and I were in first grade. Little flirtations and noticings became a full bloom crush over a school year.

    But she lived on the East side of town; I was on the West side….in days you walked to school

    In the last week of school, my heart crashed and I uttered not a sound:
    "My dad told me we are going to move", she revealed…with eyes saying it was the worst day of her life.

    Shoulders slooped completely the entire 8 block walk home, in what should have been the delight of summer and no school for three months.
    There was no one to tell of my heart pieces on the bedroom floor; flattened all.

    I looked out the upstairs bedroom window and saw a Moving van the week after school ended. I was in the dumps still, knowing I would never see her again.

    Boxes and furniture were storming out of an enormous moving truck. Then, the family pulled up and new neighors would soon be seen.

    And THERE she was!!!

    Her dad said they would move; I took that as "away". Of all the places to move in an entire community, my first crush moved directly across the street, and I could see her every day of the year!! Life returned, my heart reassembled, and I am still teased to this day about walking to school 8 blocks in the morning, back for lunch and return to school, and finally 8 blocks home at the end of the day.

    It was 32 blessed blocks in second grade, holding her hand and swaying it back and forth as we talked about everything talkable.

    But back then, I could hear.
    No longer.

    Somewhere, I found your older blog and put it in RSS to peruse one day. I did. Today.
    And you announced:
    "I just wanted to tell you I am moving away"!

    OMG! I never had a chance to give relief to the silence and speak to you.

    But instead of moving away, you moved closer, and brought God into the mix. I meandered the bible quotes, in your "End Of The Matter" at the top; (so many miss the richness and simplicity of Micah 6:8, I LOVED seeing that one anew). One day, I will speak of a story on that verse,if you like.

    I would perhaps add Psalm 46:10 in there:
    "Be Still…and Know That I AM God".
    That is my new life.

    My hearing stayed the same for 10 years, then declined rapidly and dramatically, for 6 months.
    Ten more years at the new lower level followed.
    So did another new 6 months of noticeable hearing loss, at that point.
    The pattern repeated until recently, all sound was cut out.

    I commented widely on another blog about multiple sclerosis, to give hope and compassion.

    And, I considered blogging myself, but I like comments.
    Many great bloggers exist on anything.
    Few comments are worth reading anywhere.

    My biggest regret is that I faied to learn ASL as hearing declined. Now, I must read lips.
    I can read lips well, but then I miss the sign.
    OR, I can observe the sign, and have no clue what it means, as I did not read the lips for it.

    But I have five senses before, and four senses now. I too, do not want to be identified by my hearing loss. So if you will let me be me, a multitude of learning this new life with someone going through it seems to me a prayer answered, a gift He knows I need, and GRACE, I do not deserve.

    Nice meeting you Lucy.
    And since you are prolific in posts in 2011, perhaps i will comment anew on the post you have made this day. All of your observations jumped out at me.

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