tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post5341121057285208059..comments2024-03-29T09:08:05.850+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: As is so often the case, this was not what I meant to write at all.Tania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-1092267604665102152014-01-11T15:38:10.800+00:002014-01-11T15:38:10.800+00:00Well, I lost my dad in 2008 (seems like yesterday)...Well, I lost my dad in 2008 (seems like yesterday) and I am going to admit anxiety attacks regarding my mom. She's fit and healthy, in her early 70's, but she lives alone in a large house in the country several states and about a thousand miles away from me. I wake up in the night and worry about her and what might happen (pointless, I know, but I can't seem to help it). I fully realize that time will pass and the thing that I fear will happen, and I just don't know what the world will be like without both of them. I know it happens to everyone, but that thought doesn't comfort me either. <br /><br />It has always made me angry, deep down, that we have to die. We work so hard, run around accomplishing so much, caring for people, and we all just fizzle out in the end. I can't see the point of that last bit. I also find it hard to believe that we all KNOW that we're going to die, and yet we somehow keep from pulling our hair out and going mad. Somehow we keep finding things that make us feel meaningful until it's our time to be dust. <br /><br />Part of me looks in the mirror and says "Egads, woman, you're 47 years old, you better put on some steam and get something worthwhile done before it's too late!" and part of me says "Why don't we all just lay around with a keg of beer and a pizza and party until the world comes down?" Part of me rebels at all of our ant colony industry when perhaps 2% of us can hope for Wikipedia page noting that we existed and did something notable, and the other 98% just vanish, unheralded by the rest of humanity. Not that Beethoven, Alfred Hitchcock, or Nelson Mandela benefit in any way now from our adulation... but to those left living it seems like something grand, to have one's name remembered through history. Dead is still dead.<br /><br />Agh, I dunno. The whole thing, apparently, is still pissing me off. Thanks for listening. Well, not to end on a completely sour note, your blog is one of the bright spots in my day that I look forward to. Thanks for lighting your candle.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-11278429202308301792014-01-11T14:54:41.952+00:002014-01-11T14:54:41.952+00:00You are not alone; those of us who as older adults...You are not alone; those of us who as older adults who have lost their parents, feel much the same. It tilts the world, but strangely enough, one day you wake up and the memories are there, but so is going forward and feeling better. One step at a time. Horses help.Margarethttp://yahoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-42644472741929815522014-01-11T12:23:45.049+00:002014-01-11T12:23:45.049+00:00That solitary donut-like cloud formation looks lik...That solitary donut-like cloud formation looks like something out of a science fiction film.<br />I LOVE how nature continues to "beat" computer generated images, color combinations & a plethora of other things people think "should" be...Pat (in Belgium)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02367089351412953926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-84326305747694919692014-01-11T11:10:25.866+00:002014-01-11T11:10:25.866+00:00This is my blog http://eeshratbrarsblog.blogspot.c...This is my blog http://eeshratbrarsblog.blogspot.com/ i really dont write long stuff but all about whats going on and stuff :P and i love you BLOGcup of bullshithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01585245994916733801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-52611522645367816572014-01-10T20:32:43.194+00:002014-01-10T20:32:43.194+00:00Tania, I love the mental picture of you and Red lo...Tania, I love the mental picture of you and Red looking for the Northern Lights as much as the photos of beautiful Scotland and a furry neck. The radio thing is funny isn't it - I am solitary to the point of hermithood and I have found at various low points that the one thing I couldn't bear was silence; I had to have a radio or an audio book on the go all the time, even at night (usually Peter Wimsey). Even now, I find domesticity hard when I'm unhappy but can bake cakes and polish silver ad nauseam (of others) when I'm cheery. <br /><br />PS I'm reading the Henry Cecil biog too and it is fascinating, even with no racing background at all: the modern scientific approach should appeal to me but I have a yen for the days of instinct and art.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17345625590838882052noreply@blogger.com