11:30am. . .wondering why I haven't been taking any pictures on this trip.
Usually, I would be trying to take snapshots of everything and everybody just so I can have each day in pictures to re-live when I get back home. This time - not so much and, of course, I'm spending way too much time trying to analyze why. Could the reason be as simple as the fact that I don't need the photos; that my mind's eye is absorbing all that is close to my heart in a way that I will be able to conjure it up on demand later on? It's possible that I might have regrets later but I don't think so. I believe these are some of those moments in time when it is enough to be thankful for each day, live it fully and well, and to focus more on the journey ahead than that which has already been traveled. It's possible, too, that there is an underlying denial on my part that is causing me to resist the documentation of evidence that the grand-kids are growing up! There are many reasons I can think of why that might be the case. One reason would be a very normal reaction to the passage of time, one I think we all have now and then as we get older. The other reason is more personal and challenges me in various ways on a daily basis. It is the 'chasm' separating Bob from me that widens with the ticking of the clock. Things change. A new front sidewalk, the "Hobbit Hole," the color of the kitchen, the pear trees, but most importantly (to me) - the grand-kids. I am not really reluctant to face all these alterations of life (as we knew it) but I will always observe them as measurements of our personal timeline and will continually tend to view the world around me through dual sets of eyes...if that makes sense. I know what I mean but it's hard to put into words.
Meanwhile, as I struggle with the meaning of life and its depths, I have learned that a flip-flop is not a suitable substitute for a fly swatter! I have tried out two different styles, thinking the flatter one of the two would work better...but it didn't. Now, I have a rolled up brochure (couldn't find a newspaper) hidden between my knee and the chair in readiness for the two annoying, fuzzy-legged, winged creatures. So far, they are avoiding me...probably hatching a new scheme for their plan of attack!
Yes, this must be a vacation. So far today, besides 'blogging' and swatting flies, I have talked on the phone, gotten dressed and played the piano. The most pressing activity that is yet on my agenda is to give myself a pedicure. I doubt it's necessary to document that in pictures, either.
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