Where did the day go? I worked almost all of yesterday finishing the web page and wahhhhmmmmm! Just when I was ready to update for the next journal entry, I couldn't access Geocities. I guess Fate was against me.
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Well, maybe fate will be with me tonight. The lottery is way up there and we actually bought, not one, but two tickets. Unheard of for us. Even though I know that we will not win, oh how I like to fantasize about it. Hmmm,,,, If we only got one million, well, the bills would be paid off. We could get a wonderful house with an attached unit for Pop, give all our sisters and brothers the money they need......the list goes on. And what would I want. That one thing special? You know, I don't really know. I guess a nice car. I am really tired of the truck. It seems disloyal, though. The little Toyota vehicle has served us so well.
Another milestone has passed this date. Keith and our son are off selling the mobile home. We have had renters in that abode for almost 10 years. I wonder what it will feel like to have it gone, off the bill list, tax folder gone in the file cabinet. Nice! I am sure.
So everyone is gone. It is just me in our little apartment listening to a wonderful tape "Sons of Sommerled". Wonderful Gaelic music. I am surprised I have not worn it out yet. What is it about the sound of bagpipes? Takes me into an almost alternate memory state. Mist and green fields. Plaid and romance. Nature and a culture rich in tradition. Of course I am sure the flip side is also true, clan wars, wars, wars. But then that is indigenous in all our histories, isn't it?
We went and saw "Air Force One" at the movies today. Unusual for us. We usually rent movies and enjoy them in our own living room where we can sit in something comfy, like PJs and consume junk food that doesn't cost $5.00 an ounce. But, well it happens every time. Once I am in the theater and the lights dim and the sound comes on. Wow. Bombarded by the visual and audio----sure beats watching it at home. We really must stop being such sticks-in-the-mud. I am going to try and make it a point to go to at least one movie a month, which would be a start I guess.
I also purchased "The Artists Way" today. I go into book stores so rarely. It is a real danger to our budget. I try to stay at the library, but sometimes, well, I just have to have the book for my own so I can write in the margins; put my name on the inside cover. I started reading a little of it this afternoon and think I am going to really enjoy it. I understand that there is an e-mail list on the net somewhere that discusses and follows the book. I hope I am able to locate it!
Well, my son travels back to Michigan tomorrow. It is so hard when they grow up and you only see them a few times a year. I really worry what it will be like when he marries and blesses me with grandbabies. I don't think I will be able to bear not being within "popping in" distance. We went over this morning so he could say so-long to my Dad. I felt so sorry for both of them. Neither had much to say, but each didn't want the other to leave. I hope that aging will be gentler for me. I want to enjoy my "old age". Not sit and regret it. But then, that is another story. And one that I must keep reminding myself that Pop wrote for himself.
I guess I will close. I am doing this on my word processor and loading to my site remotely. I am really anxious to see if it will work. I really don't like creating and editing directly through my site - I don't have the spell checking capacity online and since I am a terrible speller, I don't want to embarrass myself anymore than necessary. This word processor program I have is really fun. Each time I misspell a word it immediately underlines it with a little red squiggle line. Just so you all know, if anything appears that is not spelled correctly, well I blame Microsoft Word!
