Recently, I was watching “Christmas Vacation”. Clark locked himself in the attic and proceeded to run into a few boards and fall through a ceiling, ect, and I thought, “Why am I not laughing?”
Then, two days later, I was helping my husband and brother in-law hoist our new stove through our front door and I hooked the back on my shirt on the door handle, choking myself in the neck, and I realized that I AM CLARK GRISWALD!
yep. that’s me. While working at Culver’s I got stuck outside, trying to figure out how to put the letters on the sale board. While in Brazil, I tripped over my feet right in the middle of town. And the amount of tripping UP the stairs, as a kid, was so frequent that it wasn’t even a surprise of anyone in the house (It seemed like my glasses added an extra stair. Like looking down added this kid of mirage stair).
Anyway. I’ve been drinking some wine and thinking about Christmas. I problem I have with Christmas is that I can never think of the right gift. Is there anything, ANYTHING, anything on earth that really lets the people we love know how much we love them?!!
I don’t know. I am just emotional.
This song popped into my head. And I couldn’t think of the words, only the melody and Kevin Bacon’s face.
Surprisingly, that was enough to google and find it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyeZy_UPYKM
“All the things I should have said but I didn’t. All the things I should have done but I didn’t.”
**I think my job at a nursing home is getting to me**
I feel like I should I should make more out of my life. While I can still move. I’ve yet to hear anyone say that they wish they would have done less and had less kids. We should have another child. Because that window will close before we know it.
A classmate of Sammy’s died in a car crash…I keep staring at the class picture and seeing her. I keep trying to delete the text from her mom saying they would be out of town for Sam’s birthday. When I found out that people were keeping their porch lights on for her, I kept looking at my phone and thinking that she was alive for Sam’s birthday.
Our porch light wouldn’t work on one side of the house, so I brought out a candle and it burned all night.
Someone snow plowed our driveway. I have know idea who. That was nice. And I would like to say thank you.
One of the residents told me that no one cares about you when your old. I don’t think that’s true, but its hard for those of us who are moving a certain pace to find the time to do the things that really matter, like be present for the people we love.
Good night and God bless,
Terra Rose
Ps. Theresa, you are getting a drunk dial tonight š
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