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Now what was I doing?

I left a comment today on some one's blog (something I don't do often - but there was a free drawing at stake, so I sucked it up and did it). The resulting posted comment said it was left by "Nana Mama" - hmmm, how did that happen? So I clicked on the Nana Mama... and arrived at this blog I started exactly a year ago. I started it because one of my daughters-in-law blogs when she has time and I enjoy reading her thoughts and insights. Since I used to do some writing, and had a column in a newspaper about a decade or so ago - it occurred to me that this might be a good place to cut and paste those articles for "safe-cyber-keeping". I could be forever immortalized by technology. I wouldn't tell my children... just leave the name of the blog in my Last Will and Testament (or on a piece of paper in my underwear drawer). After I'm dead - they'll happen onto the blog and be forced to endure my wit and wisdom (if they so choose). You're probably thinking the underwear drawer isn't such a great idea... but I beg to differ. I've been known to hide money in my underwear drawer, so the likelihood of it just being emptied into a garbage sack is minimal.

Now - a year ago, when this thought occurred to me, I was busy getting ready for my son's wedding... and the arrival of my second grandchild. I see in my archives that it was July 2 that I cut and pasted several of my columns here. And contrary to appearances, that wasn't "all she wrote" - but the following day, another daughter-in-law gave birth to our precious first granddaughter, Lucy. She was born 6 weeks early and with a serious physical malformation (called cloaca). Amazing how the desire to be immortalized in the hereafter can be replaced with a day to day focus on the here and now and everything has a new perspective. My writing outlet also moved to managing a CarePage for those wanting to follow her journey. Maybe I'll write more about Lucy here someday.

I'd still like to cut and paste some more of my newspaper articles. My life has changed dramatically since they were written, but each one holds a little of my family's history. I've been divorced, remarried, become a step-mom, grandmother... I've examined life from both sides of the looking glass and marvel at the way things can change but yet remain the same. One of my favorite articles was on Middle Age and I'm "still there" I think (pay no attention to the AARP card I carry... it's merely for discount purposes). In that article, I quote a former pastor who said "Every game is won or lost in its last quarter". And that is so true, you can screw up earlier in the game, but make a comeback in the final minutes to achieve victory. You may have been called foul, penalized or even benched, but until the final buzzer, there's still a chance to turn it around. In the same way - you can sail through three quarters thinking you have it made, but a poor choice or thoughtless error can cost you the game. It all comes down to the final quarter. I am now 55 year old - and whether I die tomorrow or live another thirty years... I am in, or fast approaching the fourth quarter. I've decided I'm going for the win!

I guess I'll go edit my profile and see if I can get more written this year, than last!
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