My Mom was not your typical farm wife back in the sixties. She grew up a city girl, attended college, then met my Dad, in the Service at the time and just back from the war, at a dance. The rest, they say is history. They got married, moved to a farm in Northern Minnesota, raised kids, and settled into their life roles. My Dad took care of the farm, my Mom took care of the house and us. I spent a lot of time with my parents. Other than some jobs I did outside the farm, I always was connected to and worked on the farm alongside my Dad. Lunch was at exactly noon, and dinner at 5:00. When you work hard outside all day you get plenty hungry, and my Mom always made a big meal. My Dad ate real fast. Said he had to when trying to get as much food as you could in the Air Force. My Mom ate real slow, like she wanted to enjoy and savor the food she worked so hard to create. I was somewhere in the middle.
We had a small black and white TV on the kitchen counter. My Mom had it on when cooking, and it was on during lunch, not dinner. There was a show on at exactly noon that we came to watch every day. Days of Our Lives. The beginning of the show had a picture of an hourglass, and the phrase “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives”. It has always stuck with me, that phrase, and that simpler time is also one of my fondest memories of my parents.
Much to my surprise and delight, my Sister gave me an hourglass for a present a few years ago.
Her meaning to me was that time passes, and be aware and try to enjoy every minute. Do what makes you happy. To me it meant much more, and brought me back to those times with my parents, enjoying a great home cooked meal, and watching the Hortons with all their struggles on the show. It does symbolize in a very real way that time marches on. Appropriate for me it involves sand, too. My hour glass was hand blown, and doesn’t stand very well on one side, has a bubble where the indent should be. I’m ok with that, as time doesn’t always go as smooth as you would like. So I have to prop those hours up against something, just like a friends help when you need it most, and flipped over, goes smooth as silk. There’s been a lot of sand pass in my life.
I have a lot of Facebook friends. 189 to be exact. Not a lot by some people’s standards, but a lot to me. I don’t go out and purposely try to get more. If someone I know asks to be mine, then I accept. I have a few people in there I have no idea who they are, and some don’t even know English. Must have been a Burl Johnson they thought they knew somewhere, and thought that was me. I don’t accept those people anymore.
I am not a big poster on Facebook, and don’t comment on things much anymore. It seems when I did, someone always found something wrong with it and wanted to start a Facebook fight. I don’t fight. So now I express my opinions on here, and you can chose to read them or not. Thank you if you do.
But I do like to keep up with what’s going on. This morning one of my friends posted a few beautiful pictures of Lake Superior, which he does often, and the simple words “Enjoy your life”. For me, it’s easier said than done.
Enjoy your life.
After I wrote these words, I turned my computer off and went to the beach. Somehow, the sand under my feet always grounds me, and I seem to see a bigger picture. It’s like the sand is my life, each grain a moment in time. Walking helps me to stay focused. If I sit, my mind starts to wander, so I walk from one end to the other and back. On my walk I encountered a Sea Turtle lying in the sun, sleeping.
I wondered if it was enjoying it’s life. Certainly seemed to be enjoying it’s day. There’s a big difference there.
I don’t think I am very different than most. I would enjoy my life if not for the When’s, If’s, and But’s. When I get enough money, grow up, retire, move. If I get that job, win the lottery, get married, have kids. And but negates everything. Do I enjoy being alive? Without question. Am I enjoying my life? As soon as I can get rid of the When’s, If’s, and Buts. Even now a wood chipper pulled up next door, and a chainsaw is disturbing the peace. When it stops, I will enjoy my day better. I know I have a long way to go.
Looking back do I have regrets? Of course, lot’s of them. I think my life would have been easier if I had enjoyed it more. I guess it’s true, it’s not destination, it’s the journey. Making the move to Maui fulfilled one of my When’s. I think I am going to keep it in the journey category as long as I can.
My parents passed on many years ago. They gave me my life and I know they would want me to enjoy it. I am going to make it a top priority from now on. And when my hour glass is turned for the last time, I will be standing on the last piece of sand as it sifts through the neck. And the very last thought I want to have in this life is that I enjoyed it.
PS: While I was at the beach, my long awaited desktop (almost a month), arrived at my door. The box looks pretty good except for a few dings. I’m not going to open it up today and see if it’s broken. I wouldn’t want it to ruin my day.