I Said…Nothing…

Last week was Spring Break…and I had one ambition…to do nothing…well…I was going with Mama to a doctor’s appointment…and then…nothing…nada

Or at least that’s what I told anyone who asked…but…of course it wasn’t true…I had plans…I wanted to write…I wanted to work in the yard…I wanted to play a bit…there was stuff I really wanted to do…most of it just would take place at home…without a tight schedule…

Except…somebody…somewhere…must have taken me literally…because after a nice little stroll in the park…under some beautiful Bradford Pear trees…the most activity I had for the rest of the break…was covering my mouth when I coughed and sneezed…and applying eye drops…

Bertha…laughed…as much as she could at someone with red, swollen eyes that looked like something out of the horror movie…Nightmare on Bradford Pear Street

Anyway…she pointed out…that she’s been telling me for years…to say what I mean…to ask for what I really want…because…case in point…I just might get it…

And…she’s absolutely right…I had pretty much the exact week I told everyone I wanted…nothing…and…yesterday…when I thought I was going to be well enough to do a few things…wrong…I felt even worse than I had the day before…ensuring…that I did…nothing

So…have I learned my lesson…I hope so…I hope next time someone asks me what I’m planning to do…that I won’t say…nothing…unless…that’s what I really mean…and…trust me…it probably isn’t…

Jane

Forward…Ho…

Last night…I dreamed that I was starting to college…I have to say…it was an overwhelming dream…dorms…meal plans…classes…and…I woke up grateful that I am well beyond the age for doing that…well…I’m not too old to take classes…but the whole college experience…is thankfully behind me…been there…done that…got a bunch of T-shirts…that I got rid of a long time ago…

I can’t imagine being…eighteen…again…or…even…twenty-one…for that matter…and have absolutely no desire to go backwards in time…even though…at my age…the prospects of going forward…are not as inviting as they were a few years ago…

Even so…it’s forward I choose…not that I had a choice…but…still…I choose wisdom gained from living…even if it comes with a heating pad…over the zaniness that gained me the wisdom in the first place…

Bertha…says…for once she agrees with me…

Hmmm…how did that happen…

Jane