WHERE DID I PUT MY GLASSES?!!

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Oatmeal. It’s what’s for breakfast for this girl. After all, I’m 53 now. Yup. Today’s the anniversary of my escape from the womb.
My body seems to be rebelling the aging process. More days than not, I walk around wondering why my hips hurt? Where did I put my glasses? Why is everyone around me mumbling? Is this some kind of gas-light situation? Are they trying to make me cranky? What in the hell did I eat that gave me this heartburn? Then I stand up or sit down and my knee pops so loudly it wakes my dog. “Sorry,” I mumble. He can’t hear me. He’s old, too.
I know getting older is a gift, but it’s like the gift you got from that one aunt when you were five. You really wanted a cool toy, but she gave you a new pillow. It was good to have a new pillow, but shoot, you’d sure rather have had a toy!!! Nonetheless, you still have to say thanks for the pillow.
So, I’ll give my thanks today. I’m thankful for having a body to complain about. Hearing enough my whole life to know it’s getting weaker. I’m grateful for being born with good eyesight, and now I’m glad for reading glasses. I’ll get a magnifying glass if I have to, because dog gone it, I’m not going to stop reading! And boy I’ve seen some awesome things with these eyes. My children’s birth, my husband’s love, my family’s smiles and support, so many friends, so many beautiful skies and sunsets, rivers, oceans, lakes, mountains, desserts and worldly things, too. I am blessed.
Beneath my complaints, I really do have a thankful heart.
What a gift life is. The good and the bad. Maybe I’ll get another year for which to be thankful. But for now, I’m pretty fond of today—oatmeal and all.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

I will have the opportunity to see Paul Simon in concert this Thursday evening.

Simon and Garfunkel weren’t really my era of music. But I’m a fan of music from many genres and time periods. Good music is good music. Just because I cut my teeth on Bob Seger and John Cougar Mellencamp doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate The Moody Blues, Cheap Trick, or Twenty One Pilots.

It would be hard to be any kind of connoisseur of music and not know who Paul Simon is. So many of his songs are classics. Don’t most of us, when we think of herbs, think, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme? Thank you, Paul Simon!

I was young when I first heard his music. It blasted from my teenage sister’s record player and vibrated the walls of my bedroom next to hers. I remember sitting outside her bedroom just waiting for the door to open so I could see whatever nirvana existed in there. Being almost ten years younger than her, I wasn’t often allowed into her inner-sanctum. But the music seeped through. Maybe that’s why I have such an affinity for sounds from the sixties.

When I was a kid, my favorite form of entertainment was drawing. Mom could not keep enough scrap paper and pencils in the house. And thanks to Simon & Garfunkel, one of my favorite scenes to draw was a bridge over troubled waters. Who knows why that spoke to me so, but I still pause to listen whenever I have an opportunity to hear it.

I have a feeling I won’t hear it at the concert because although it’s written by Simon, it’s almost entirely sun by Garfunkel. The research I’ve done says Simon was motivated to write the song because of a song by Carl Jeter in the Swan Silvertones called Oh Mary, Don’t You Weep. The line is at the end: I’ll be your bridge over deep water and of course, it is what Jesus tells us. Maybe that’s why I liked the song; it really did speak to my heart.

I’ve listened to this Gospel group video twice now and love the song! Once again, we see Gospel influencing rock in the best of ways. Oh, and wish me luck at the concert. It’s going to be outside and the temperature will be in the 50s. But I’m sure I’ll be standing and clapping in my row.