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A carnival poet's ramblings of growing up
Saturday, June 4, 2005
Thoughts on a dreary Saturday
Mood:  a-ok
OK, so I officially started a blog as opposed to writing everything on my home page. I never much understood these things - but I guess that they are helpful and fun in the process.

Yesterday, I attended a wedding of someone I've known since I was in elementary school. It's amazing how you fall out of touch with people even though you live so close. While there, I saw two other old friends I've not seen in many years. We all lived so close all these years. We were all different people, different ages, different interests; yet, we all shared one common friend. She was an elderly woman who loved life dearly and was more active than any young person. She had her gardens, compost pile, took walk through fields searching for those elusive arrow heads. She took ill a couple of years ago. I've not seen her for a couple of years. I visited many times in the hospital; however, it just tore me up. I've never seen her so frail in my life. I've had intentions of going to the nursing home, I've just never made it. I guess I'm just trying to keep what memories I have as they are. I will see her though.

If it weren't for the friends that I've just mentioned above, I would probably be a much different person than who I am now. I've stayed out of trouble and respected people. They were the first to ever read my poetry when I started writing...and believe me...it was horrible poetry but they encouraged me.

Definately not your typical group of friends you would expect to have through elementary to high school. It was so great to see part of the group restored yesterday at the wedding...I thought that would never happen again in this lifetime since all had gone their own ways over the last 10 years. I've known them for 17 years. Being that I'm 26 now, that is a big chunk of my life and memories.

That is what I am thinking on this dreary Saturday morning. Now, I must get ready and go to the license branch. :o( I bought a new car and must now get the plates for it. I dread spending that money, but what can you do about it? Oh well. No matter what you do in life, you have to pay - whether that be monetary, emotional or physical...we all have to pay one way or the other.

Posted by thecarnivalpoet at 9:08 AM EDT
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