Thursday, October 7, 2010
The tie that binds
In the background is a wooden sign that shows a Nurse, a Marine and a Sailor, all WWI vintage (not sure why the Marine is in red??) and the words above it say "blessed be the ties that bind". I found it in the crawl space of our old house (dubbed the chock-full-o-nuts hotel for various reasons) and love it! Besides the fact that it is funky and was suppose to be a tie rack...get it...ties that bind...no...oh well, but that the words are true.
What ties us to who we are? Why did I rush back home after the tornado? Why do I wonder and worry about people I haven't seen in 30+ years? What makes us cling to the things we are familiar with (clogs, boot cut jeans, disco) and get ruffled with something new (rap, cyber space in general and photoshop). Are they ties or are they anchors???
Here are my ties that bind:
Doing things MY way
Jeans that fit at the waste, call em' what you like, no muffin top here!
white bread (the squisher the better)
2nd handing...my entire house is from garage sales, thrift shops and 2nd hand places
cheap hair dye...I think there is some chemical that seeps into the brain
long nails, out of style..meh
Here are some things I wish were on that list:
returning calls...I am terrible at that
The ties that I seem to be hard wired into my system are deep and unmovable. Try as hard as I might you will never see my happy azz running a marathon...you may see me running amok, running scared, running off at the mouth or running off half cocked (??) but a 10K...nope
If you want to see me, c'mon! if you want to see the house, make an appointment...cleaning aint my thing.
Thank God for facebook, I can now wish people happy birthday with out fear of getting it wrong.
Don't get me started on cooking.
Ties that bind...think of them as a gentle embrace of our past. And who dosen't love a gentle embrace?