The Barbara Show: On with the show

5/23/13

On with the show

My niece and niecette are about to leave tomorrow.

It was nice to see them, it's been 4 years since,and it's time to get on with it. There is much to do next week, but first things first---by making this weekend count------.resting.
The weather....dear Florida.....has been rainy every dang day. Messing up plans, shortening days of good intentions.
Went to the beach on Tuesday, it was lovely but a storm blew in...weathermen are such liars, it was supposed to be a longer day of sunshine..of course today, is the day of truth.

I'm whooped.

Yes, it'll be quiet and the floors will stay uncluttered, the DVD player will long for Monsters, Inc., but I'll be strong. I can handle it. I know eventually they'll be back and by then we'll all be in another phase hopefully better than before, besides, I'm sure they can't wait for their own pillows and beds, and freedom of space. It's nice to leave but it's even better getting back.

Happy Trails till we meet again...y'all

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Parades

There were parades every Memorial Day, to honor our men that were brave, for the ones that made it back and the ones that didn't. Parades for Labor Day, Halloween, Christmas and just about any other holiday were a big deal in my town. Going to the Park later for a picnic and a swim at the pool was something to be yearned for but is filed safely back in the section of Heartfelt memories. Fried Chicken, Baked Beans, Potato Salad were a part of our treasured times, hearing the carousel and smelling the the cotton candy, and the lines never seem to cease when you're so thirsty for the lime soda at the concession stand, that looks straight out of "Life with Father".
I wake up and my memories are filed and I look out the window and see the litter, the lack of Norman, hear the rude obnoxious base pulsating off my windows and wonder what is so good about all of this. I walk back to the file and I pull it out once again and I 'm reminded of a time when just a parade was passing us by.