It's A Real Special Day...

Were you aware of the fact that today is "Holy Crap,Your Hot Day". Your probably not and really don't care but think about it if your over fifty or sixty. How often does some one look at you, or treat you like your hot? If your me, and most women my age, things like that don't happen very often. This has nothing, evidently, to do with Parkinson's or Epilepsy or maybe even Arthritis because I have all and spent the weekend feeling "Not Hot" BUT "Maybe Special" for the whole weekend. I came home just absolutely on the top of the world due to two gentlemen at my 45th class reunion. Kent and Jimmy brought memories back to me that I had stored away to review in heaven. Their smiles and hugs were better than all the medication that could have ever come my way. Some might ask why I waited so long to go back. fear I am sure but I am glad I waited. My kids are grown. My grand kids are older. My life is settled ,if not in a rut..............Thoughts of times in the sixties and seventies seem to no longer dance in my head but haunt me. The life I could follow then I can no longer follow.This is not because I am older and suppose to have grown up but because the World does not believe in that life style anymore. If you want to be safe, all the fun seems to have to go down the drain. This has nothing to do with feeling "Hot"except when you feel that high you have to glow and you DO feel better and nothing is more important than that moment...Nothing before or and surely nothing that might come later, because later is no longer counted in large increments like ever it's more like tomorrow and tomorrow is ok. During this span of living life to it's fullest, Bette Milder made a movie called the "Rose" and the words from the poem it was based on changed my life Here's a little of it.

"It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking, that never seeks a chance. It's the one that won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dyin' who never see,s to live...." Loving you always Pokie

THE GOLDEN YEARS

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This morning I received an email from a very dear friend who has very early Alzheimer's Disease and has such a great attitude. I had my morning coffee and read this and thought,. "How true and funny this is of so many of us and not necessarily old and golden citizens of this fine land. We rush until our brain really does not know which way to go...... open or close:

I'm writing to say I'm living'
That I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.
I got use to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals
But gosh, I miss my mind!
For sometimes I can't remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt.
Have I just put the food away
Or have I come to take some out?
So if it's my turn to write you
There's no need for getting sore;
I may think I have written
And I don't want to be a bore.
Just remember that I love you
And wish that you were near.
Now it's nearly time
So I must say goodbye, my dear.
Here I stand beside my mailbox
With a face so very red!
Instead of mailing you my letter
I have opened it instead!

I promptly called her up and we had a great time laughing at just how we had become and silently in the back of our minds prayed for the calming of today's generation of speeding minds...love ya Pokie

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A Quarter To Three

It cannot be a quarter to three;

I've piddled all night and can hardly see.

Don't I know what the doctor said?

"You sleep seven hours in that bed!"

BUT

I shower and I change and I get all quite ready

and go visit dreamland and stay there a plenty.

BUT

Somehow I know that seven is just too many

So after two my eyes fly wide open.

I shut them but realize a curse it must be,

No sleep, No sleep, No sleep for me.

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THREE STAGES

Isn't it amazing how God leads us through?

He gives and he takes, to keep us so true.

I can only speak for this life he has given me

and it has appeared in stages of three.

First as a kid, footloose and free,

I fished with my dad not a care did I see.

I mothered my brother and tended the house,

A child in the fifties,the neighborhood mouse.

Then came the teens which went by too fast,

Young Elvis's crept in and out of my past.

Young love, old love, no day was the same.

Adventure, adventure just playing the game

.

Then came my children, the number was three.

Each so different and a delight to me.

I could have not survived had this present not been sent

To need me and want me and hold me.....

I'm Content.

Now are the adventures of Old Life and pain.

I wanted in this life to make the big gains.

But these are the Works that God put me here for.

To help my fellow man to light a new star.

To help him to smile on a bad day.

To make the pain less and maybe go away.

I feel God smiling, and listen to him say,

"Poke, the world is much better for just one day.

One on one we have slipped through the night

One on one we will be alright"

                          Charlene"Pokie Too"Pryor

THAT WORN PATH

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I have two dogs who co-hab a small farm with me in the country. There use to be three and I lost Sammy three years ago which left Henry, my chocolate lab to be alpha dog. Never a step is taken by Henry unless Shiloh is there to be his normal, grouchy, beagle self. I had never noticed until first snow fell the other night how set in their ways they were. They leave by one path in the morning. A path formed by them never veering two paw prints away from the same steps every day. They return two hours later by another path up the drive way and across the yard to the back. They have done this so long the ground is actually dented. As I stood at the windows Tuesday with my morning cup of coffee I prayed I would never again be this way in life. After watching the Inauguration My payer is that the many new paths will be formed and people will unite together regardless of differences and cure the ills of this world and do it in God's name. I have never been so proud to be an American and a citizen of the United States. What a truly wonderful place to live.....When I went to town Wednesday, I could plainly see the United States had changed for the better, overnight. Hope and happiness was everywhere even though The Great Depression was not giving up it's hold on our economy. I heard people talking about how big a garden they were putting in this summer and after the garden spot had laid quiet for several years and the feed lot was once again going to house feeder calves. Just as the South Rose Again, the small Midwest farm will show the county how to get by on less until the crisis is over. The nicest part of the whole thing is God is everywhere and people are not afraid to acknowledge him. He must be smiling for the guard has changed and a new day is dawning, and love is in the air.

"Tomorrow does not spring full-built

With some new dawn's bright rays---

Tomorrow is a slow built thing

Made up of yesterdays."

Thank you Lord for once again bringing a new experience to my life. This time in history is well worth living for and passing on to the grand kids....love pokie