Random Observations

If we are lucky – and realistic – we come to the conclusion that the way we are right now is not such a bad thing. We come to a kind of comfortable place with that person in the mirror.

I no longer worry if my butt “looks big in these jeans”; it has become completely irrelevant to me whether I have big boobs or members of the ‘itty bitty titty committee’; that a ‘bad hair day’ is going to ruin someone’s opinion of me; my very short fingernails are just fine without rainbows and glitter and junk embellishments pasted on; that I needn’t worry about how I look because nobody looks at a woman my age anyway (although I do have to admit, I try to look presentable whenever I go out – I strive to not be a Walmart shopper video). It’s a process. When we were babies, we had to learn to sit up (and stay up!), learn to eat, learn to talk, learn to walk. At the other end of that, we have to learn to edit what we eat, sitting up can sometimes be exercise, we need to stand for a moment to make sure everything is lined up properly before we take a step, we sometimes need to search for a word. It’s a process.

By and large, it ain’t all that bad. And neither am I. And neither are you. We’re still shakin’ it the best we can. What I used to do on a dance floor, I now do in a desk chair to certain music videos. I think a little more before I do anything so I don’t wind up looking ridiculous or hurting myself and thinking more is always a good thing. I have found more forgiveness – for myself and others. I have reached the conclusion that ‘they’ were right all along – material things don’t make you happy; they may make you more comfortable but not necessarily happier. ‘Happy’ is within you when you come to that point of realization that it wasn’t all about you after all. Who needs that kind of pressure? My work, it turns out, didn’t define me, it was simply what I did. What defines me is my kids and how they turned out; my siblings and the fact that we still all love and enjoy each other. That I have been able to share my faith journey and help others on theirs. That the best Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the one that turned out perfectly but the one where I ruined the gravy – they still talk about that. I created the only gravy known to man that could be spread on bread. The simple joys are the best ones and it’s exactly because they are simple.

I find that I am content. That’s quite a statement to make. There’s a lot to be said of contentment; it’s kind, warm, comfortable, and reassuring. I think it’s a reward for having made it this far. If it is, I’m all for it.

 

31 Responses to Random Observations

  1. 39 Pontiac Dream says:

    What a lovely article to start the day. πŸ™‚

    You’re right, it’s the simple things that define us and the simple things that we derive the most joy from.

    To add a little spice under the line, Tina and I have been rewatching The Fast Show recently. If you don’t know about it, it was the best sketch show to come out of the UK. Shockingly it was on the BBC but that was back in the day when the Beeb used to put on decent comedy.

    The comic timing for the first song was superb. If you’re in the market for comedy, The Fast Show wouldn’t be a bad option. πŸ™‚

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  2. 39 Pontiac Dream says:

    Crikey, I had no idea that comments on this site were moderated. You learn something new every day!

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  3. 39 Pontiac Dream says:

    ‘Yes! I have them. Thanks!’

    How do you have them? They’re not up on here, not that I can see.

    Before we pop out, I’ll leave you with my ‘short’ on Going Postal –

    https://going-postal.com/2020/09/my-driving-report-year-one/

    Enjoy your Saturday! πŸ™‚

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    • audremyers says:

      About the previous post – I got a request for ‘approval’, which showed the whole comment and your links.

      Just finished reading your Going Postal article. It was great! Well done you!!!

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      • 39 Pontiac Dream says:

        Cheers. They’ll be doing another soon, which I doubt you’ll find interesting – it’s about one of the games in the Resident Evil series.

        As much as I’m enjoying writing different sorts of articles at the moment, I’m still looking for something more chilled like yours. The Random Observations have become a Saturday staple now, much more than Notes from the Sticks and as much as Dave’s Sunday Funnies. Add to which, if it hadn’t been for you, I’d have never known about Mutter Museum. You keep writing and I’ll keep reading. πŸ™‚

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        • audremyers says:

          Gosh, 39 – you make me blush. Your kindness is exceeded only by your great heart.

          You’re an excellent writer, 39. Clear, concise – you know what your end point is and drive (no pun intended!) toward it with no tangential trips. You have a tone and a rhythm all your own that is very easy to read.

          Now c’mon, 39 – you know it was bigfoot that got ya!

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    • NEO says:

      Excellent article, Pontiac

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  4. JessicaHof says:

    As a founder member of the itty-bitty-titties club, all I can say is that I have no problem running for a train, and am glad to be spared the cost of bras (I don’t know about the US, but here, they are hughley expensive). The simple things in life are just fine – as my other half says – but then as I am one of them, that’s just as well πŸ™‚

    Lovely article xx

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  5. the unit says:

    Well, it’s Saturday evening and you know I take certain liberties on the weekend. Just for fun,
    Does this look like the line you were in waiting for the train back East one (or more) times at Christmas? After you killed an elk on the way to the station, of course. πŸ™‚
    For those who don’t know, local after Sally… line for basic supplies and at gas stations.
    https://www.gannett-cdn.com/presto/2020/09/19/PPEN/f97f5840-d2ef-4402-9b43-3e38eb497d11-Hurricane_Sally_Perdido_6.jpg?width=660&height=465&format=pjpg&auto=webp
    Guess who ain’t in line? Counting my Blessings. And put up gas, with Stabil in May.

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  6. audremyers says:

    the unit – hmmm; I’ve never had it fried. I may have to try it.

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  7. the unit says:

    This linked single pic didn’t work. Thanks to them help arrived for many.
    “National Guard members of the 1st Squadron, 153rd Calvary distribute food and water at The Point Church on Innerarity Point Road.” (Where the line was going.)
    Some politicians are taking credit, but these folk doing the heavy lifting.
    A link that includes the above I think here.
    https://www.pnj.com/picture-gallery/news/2020/09/19/photos-crews-and-residents-try-put-perdido-back-together-after-hurricane-sally/5840695002/
    Just buy one can of Spam and try it. πŸ™‚

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  8. Alys Williams says:

    Hi Audre, only a day late! Sorry but I was tied up with other things yesterday. Great post again, I know exactly what you mean about having reached the stage of life where not bothering much with your appearance is okay as long as you know no-one else is going to see you but ‘putting yourself tidy’ when you cross the threshold to the outside world is essential. I can’t go outside in my pjs like a lot of people do, not even just to put something in the bin and I have to make sure I have brushed my hair and am wearing clean knickers in case I have an accident and have to go to hospital. Never mind that I might be bleeding to death or have been mauled by a savage dog a fresh pair of pants is essential.

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    • audremyers says:

      That’s hilarious! I know exactly what you mean! When a package is left at the door, I look up and down the street to make sure no one is around before I step just outside the door to pick it up!

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