tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-498118493889888213.post9186292976337391730..comments2023-11-02T09:11:32.311-04:00Comments on the dawn of an older age: feeling existential todaydawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575664273007508690noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-498118493889888213.post-24374396102503977302008-11-24T16:38:00.000-05:002008-11-24T16:38:00.000-05:00That is so true - my brother and I have had vastly...That is so true - my brother and I have had vastly different experiences in our house. It's fascinating and sad all at the same time.<BR/>And, yes, to your last question not to mention that finicky relationship with ourselves. The people in my life are like mirrors to me sometimes and the reflection is always interesting.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01897963154223770756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-498118493889888213.post-23835493710080639202008-11-23T23:16:00.000-05:002008-11-23T23:16:00.000-05:00I have to admit I must grow a forest on my legs du...I have to admit I must grow a forest on my legs during the winter. <BR/><BR/>What a beautiful picture. Those are such good questions. I will look at how friends handle such situations in their lives and wonder how I'd handle it. Sometimes, a lot differently.<BR/><BR/>Recently, I met this boy at the lib. And he looked pretty much ok to me. We talked about movies and music. The next thing I know I hear his mother tell the library clerk he's her mentally challenged son. I really felt bad for him that he had to listen to her say that about him. And he was so different around her. One person can certainly change a perspective just in passing.<BR/><BR/>Thanks so much for visiting my blog.elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15854933369544818739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-498118493889888213.post-657615462291029282008-11-23T21:37:00.000-05:002008-11-23T21:37:00.000-05:00Oh..the magic of two worlds colliding. Usually, wh...Oh..the magic of two worlds colliding. Usually, when I write I do my best to gather what I've learned from others. What I've seen, recognized in their world & yet, I'm sure I barely hit the surfice (which I can not spell at the moment I'm sure) I think of my grandfather telling me something about how he wanted to braid a whip..but it took him hours of thought in order to do it..and all that time I was sure he was conjuring up a funny story to tell me about a pig or a dog out on his farm. I guess those tales just came natural to him.<BR/><BR/>What a beautiful picture.Caithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09728698992568194537noreply@blogger.com