Ramblin'

Tea sounds good. I usually have coffee if it's early in the day.
Can you call your kids? Just a short conversation could make you feel better.

Reading the quote from Van Gogh, did you see the movie "Loving Vincent"?


I had the tea, and it WAS good. I had an email from my oldest son the day before, and it was really sweet, so that helped. Younger son has texted me. I think I get depressed missing my middle son. He passed away 10 years ago and I still miss him. I get mad because I can't talk to him lol. I send him texts sometimes.

That was nice what you said about the Van Gogh quote. I haven't seen the movie, but I have heard of it. I really should see it. Is it good? I'll have to put it on my list of stuff to watch. There are so many streaming services these days, I should be able to find it.

Thank you so much for replying.
 

Ramblin-good,

Rambling is best done by old folk, they've done, seen so much they can't censor the events in chronological order
Don't Care if they ramble. Only old folks can appreciate and understand a good ramble by a peer.

Young folk become exasperated when old folks jump from topic-to-topic without any introduction (or reason?) to a new topic.
Standard English and acceptable speech patters are for the young. We threw those patters away, don't need 'um'
We know what we wanted to say, sometimes other life events get in the way, bare with us, we'll get to a conclusion: eventually...
 
Ha, ramblin has a double meaning for me.

I always have a lot to say, so usually somewhere when I'm typing, I will accuse myself of ramblin. I really am bad about it. I over-explain things i have said/done and just won't shut up. I like to type, which I think is a bit weird. It might be because I've had typing jobs in the past. Maybe because I like to write a little. I haven't figured it out. And I do have a big opinion about what I've done in the past, so I think your take on rambling is spot-on.

I also like to say I ramble, as in rambling around the country side. I like to travel a lot, and have lived in a lot of places. What I find funny is that when I was young, I always said is that if I could pick the state I'd like to live in, it would be North Carolina. I figured it had the beach on one side, and the mountains on the other. And it wasn't planned that I ended up here, but I'm very happy.

If I could live anywhere else, it would be back where I raised my kids, which was Iowa. Iowa doesn't get the respect it deserves. It has it's own beauty. And I have a son buried there, so there's that.

The worst place I lived was North Dakota. I'm sure it's great for some people, but it just didn't work for me.

I LOVE vacationing, and I am not a fan of traveling by plane. I like being in a car, and seeing how the countryside changes as you go along. So travel is my favorite sort of rambling. We rambled on up to Cincinnati recently, and that was very interesting. The only downside was the ride home, when we got stuck in traffic in the Smoky Mountains. Right before a tunnel, which was really interesting. (Notice that I'm rambling here?)

So wait, what's my point? Ohhh, ramblin. Yep, guilty. I can take a story and twist it all sorts of ways. It makes my kids nuts.
 
Ok, I've got something in my head, so I will do a little more ramblin. I talked about texting my son that has passed away. (This is a funny story)

One of my sons moved here to NC with me. When it snows, we text each other, as we miss the Iowa snow. He travels around NC for his job, so sometimes he sees it first, and sometimes I do.

One day we were texting about the snow. I decided to text Tyson (the son that had passed) and tell him it was snowing. Just a simple "Tyson, it's snowing." I still have his number on my phone. After I texted, I was sitting and staring at the phone, thinking how I missed him. I almost fell off my chair when I got a text back.

It was from a very nice person. They said "This isn't Tyson, but I hope you are enjoying your snow."

I texted them, apologized, and said that their number used to be my son's. They were very nice, and told me to have a good day.

It was very funny. I wasn't expecting a response when I texted him. And I know I can't text him anymore, now that someone has his number. I'll miss that. But it was a nice way to end a silly habit.
 
I've always wanted to journal. Or have a diary. Whatever. So here I am. I don't feel so great today. I'm lonely. I miss my kids. I think I'm going to drink a cup of tea.

If you look down through the main forums, we do have a diary section here. Folks are allowed up to 3, on different topics. They do allow for interaction from other members. Take a look, and ramble away
 
If you look down through the main forums, we do have a diary section here. Folks are allowed up to 3, on different topics. They do allow for interaction from other members. Take a look, and ramble away
I think the Diary would be a great place to ramble.
My son passed away right after his first birthday, 36 yrs ago, I still think of him but the pain has lessened over the years.
 
If you look down through the main forums, we do have a diary section here. Folks are allowed up to 3, on different topics. They do allow for interaction from other members. Take a look, and ramble away

How wonderful, to be free to ramble! I love to carry on about stuff. I appreciate the information and thank you! I always have lots to say. I think I gave this diary the wrong title. It should have been BooHoo Me, or something like that. It seems like I've been sniviling a lot about my son. Oh well. We say what we need to, right?
 
So sorry. I am sure it is hard to lose a child. Before I was born, my parents lost a baby at the age of 6 weeks. My mom never recovered


It's been terribly hard. Harder than I would have thought, and it was always my greatest fear. I am sad to hear that your parents lost a baby. That would be awful. And that your mom didn't recover. Some people don't recover. I don't think I ever will. I miss my son so much. You would think after ten years it would get a little better, but it doesn't for me. I don't think about him as much, but I do miss him just as much. I will tell people that even my big toe misses him.

I think losing a child can change a person as well. I know I am different. I am a harder person, and I tend to keep a shell around myself. I try to use humor to cover up the sad, and it works for the most part. People just think I'm odd.

So I will drag my lip on the floor (not really, just in my head) and do my best to live my life, odd though I am. I kind of like being a bit different.
 
Nice ramble. like your writing style Grammie.

Aww, you don't know how great THAT is to hear! I actually like to write.

I've been told that I can claim to be a published author, and I guess I am. Some friends and I have a book, I think it's called Shared Words? that I helped write. It's just a collection of drabbles. I only wrote a few, but it's fun to see my name in print.

I've started a couple of books, and have a couple of short stories that aren't too bad. So look what you started...

So, thank you very much. Sincerely. I love hearing that.
 
Hey, this is fun. I wish it were more fun here. It's incredibly boring. I told my granddaughter I would make her a mermaid tail, I guess I should go look for a pattern for that. Spanky is sleeping, the cat is probably somewhere she isn't supposed to be. So I'm just here. Typing. Wishing I had a Milky Way. or Nutella. Yes, Nutella would definitely be better.
 
Ok, I've got something in my head, so I will do a little more ramblin. I talked about texting my son that has passed away. (This is a funny story)

One of my sons moved here to NC with me. When it snows, we text each other, as we miss the Iowa snow. He travels around NC for his job, so sometimes he sees it first, and sometimes I do.

One day we were texting about the snow. I decided to text Tyson (the son that had passed) and tell him it was snowing. Just a simple "Tyson, it's snowing." I still have his number on my phone. After I texted, I was sitting and staring at the phone, thinking how I missed him. I almost fell off my chair when I got a text back.

It was from a very nice person. They said "This isn't Tyson, but I hope you are enjoying your snow."

I texted them, apologized, and said that their number used to be my son's. They were very nice, and told me to have a good day.

It was very funny. I wasn't expecting a response when I texted him. And I know I can't text him anymore, now that someone has his number. I'll miss that. But it was a nice way to end a silly habit.
Hey, this is fun. I wish it were more fun here. It's incredibly boring. I told my granddaughter I would make her a mermaid tail, I guess I should go look for a pattern for that. Spanky is sleeping, the cat is probably somewhere she isn't supposed to be. So I'm just here. Typing. Wishing I had a Milky Way. or Nutella. Yes, Nutella would definitely be better.
Ok, I've got something in my head, so I will do a little more ramblin. I talked about texting my son that has passed away. (This is a funny story)

One of my sons moved here to NC with me. When it snows, we text each other, as we miss the Iowa snow. He travels around NC for his job, so sometimes he sees it first, and sometimes I do.

One day we were texting about the snow. I decided to text Tyson (the son that had passed) and tell him it was snowing. Just a simple "Tyson, it's snowing." I still have his number on my phone. After I texted, I was sitting and staring at the phone, thinking how I missed him. I almost fell off my chair when I got a text back.

It was from a very nice person. They said "This isn't Tyson, but I hope you are enjoying your snow."

I texted them, apologized, and said that their number used to be my son's. They were very nice, and told me to have a good day.

It was very funny. I wasn't expecting a response when I texted him. And I know I can't text him anymore, now that someone has his number. I'll miss that. But it was a nice way to end a silly habit.
Ug!- heart thumper
 
Ramblin' on...fur balls today. I've been putting it off, because the faux fur I bought at Joann's sheds way more than I though. Ick. But cold weather is a'comin' so I best get busy.

I am by myself again today, if we don't count the weird cat.

I'm tired of tv, so I will try to be productive, and work on the fur balls.

I'm mad at the world today. To be more truthful, I'm really just mad at a few people, but I will turn it into the whole world, and be really anti-social. If I were meaner, I would find something to hit. Instead, I will just pout.

Peace to everyone. I'm really not mean.
 
Ahh, a new ramble. I've kept diary ideas for a while, so here I go...

Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.

I would say pets. I love pets, and I've had quite a few. The hardest was a Yorkshire terrier that I had, named Teddy. We loved Ted. His offical name was Tedrick Elroy Beare. (Get it? Ted E. Beare) I was living (temporarily) with my oldest son, who was not supposed to have pets. I had Teddy, and a gorgeous Himalayan cat. They were both such sweet animals. Nathan was found out one day that the animals were there, and he told me they had to go.

My youngest son Travis adored that dog. He had been living with me previously, and had really bonded with Ted. He was furious that I gave Teddy away. He said I should have found a temporary home for him. I felt that I couldn't let someone bond with Ted, and then take him away. To be fair to me, I gave him to a really good friend of mine. I stayed in touch with her, and he lived a wonderful life until the day he died. She said her husband would show pictures of Ted before he showed pictures of his children. Teddy was probably happier with her than he was with me.

So there, I am an evil mom. If it were ever to be mentioned to my youngest son, he would probably still be mad, even all these years later. Ted was a sweet dog, and Travis really loved him. That was a huge regret of mine, and I don't think there would be any animal that could take his place.
 
We went to check out the vet's office in the next town over. They had a very resonably priced boarding service for the mean cat. We wanted to check out what the cages looked like, where she might be staying while we begin our next state of ramblin'. It actually looks very nice there, and it is very inexpensive. She will have a condo for about $20 a day. She will probably hate it, but we will feel better, knowing that she has plenty of room and care.

Now about the ramble. We are going for a week's stay to my favorite place. Off to the beach on one of North Carolina's islands. I beleve there aren't any prettier places in the world. I have a special favorite, but a person can see lots of photos of them online. We have bought a couple of pictures taken by a local photographer there.

An interesting tibit-Nicholas Sparks wrote a lot of his novels based on the North Carolina coast. So if he liked it here, there must be a reason.

I'm really excited about the trip. The most I've done there is a bit of walking, and a lot of reading while I sit on the beach. I usually bring needlework to keep myself busy. The internet is very spotty at the motel. Some days we just stay in and relax, which isn't hard with such a beautiful view.

We stay in an area where there aren't a lot of tourists, and I love that. I've gone there for healing, after extensive dental work. The last time we were there, they were still cleaning up from the previous hurricane. There were only two rooms available. On their online page we read that they had found there was even sand in their door locks. Walls had been taken down and covered in black plastic. The ceilings in the rooms were still unfinished. We removed some of the plastic, as we had come for the ocean view. It is gorgeous. I think the place gets beaten pretty bad by the storms, and I don't expect it to be there much longer. I'm just hoping for it to last as long as we do. I've told my boys to take a walk on the beach and spread my ashes there when I'm not around anymore. I've never found a place that I love so much.
 
I am ramblin' about my ramblin'. My beaches are in trouble. They seem to be in the danger zone for the hurricane, and there is mandatory evacuation on the island where we stay. I always get worried about the islands there, which is kinda silly on my part.


We were married on a beautiful beach along the coast of NC. I couldn't have been happier. It rained all day that day, but no one could talk me out of my beach wedding. So we got married in the rain. It rained so much that the pastor's tablet quit working. Everyone got soaked. I love rain, so I was very excited.

I was going to post a picture of our place, but it wouldn't work. So here's my favorite picture instead.
 

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My youngest son just called me. He was doing bug service at P&G. I've been worried about him. He and his family are headed out toward the hurricane on the weekend. It's his wife's birthday, and her sister lives in Wilmington.

Lacey got her cast off yesterday. Woohoo! I'm sure she's loving that. Being three and having a cast has to suck. It was purple though, and I'm sure she was rockin' it.
 

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