Silence…

As your laying in bed and the silence of the house around you is deafening .. as your finishing your prayers . You hear the distant sound of a trains whistle echo through the darkness of the night . It’s a lonely but comforting sound as you pull the covers up settling under them a bit more you drift slowly off to sleep.

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Rainy Sunday..

It’s a cold rainy Sunday. Not complaining better then the ice and snow they first predicted. So just having a very lazy day , slept in then dragged myself to the shower and finally made it to the kitchen for my morning coffee.. at this point I think I need several to get me out of this blah feeling . My joints hurt which is always the case when it rains ..so it’s not a myth. Maybe do some things around here or not.. ๐Ÿ™„ need to order some gifts online then I may just Adult color or read. Hoping my son calls today . He did state on Thanksgiving he may have one more phone call left before Basic Training Graduation . I hope so .. I wrote a letter the weekend after Thanksgiving I’m thinking he may have just received it . No letters from him because he will be so busy but he did state keep the letters coming . Sadly with how it takes so long for him to get them I keep holding back to send one more out . It will be graduation by the time he gets it , if he even gets it I did send my congrats in the last letter since I will not be able to fly out to see him graduate my hubby will be there . He understands . I will stay back and with the help of my daughter in between her work schedule she will help me wash his bedding again to freshen it up . Dust his room . And help me stock up for food that he likes plus Christmas Eve and Christmas Day food. That will keep my mind busy well maybe…. I know I ll be thinking of him constantly that day with a tear in my eye one for not being there with him and second because I am so proud of him. I do miss writing to him . Love writing it felt good. Hopefully when he goes back for his next training it’s letters only instead of cellphones even though being only a text away would be nicer .I’m afraid he will get wrapped up with his friends and use his texting time on his friends….. he is only 18 . Friends are so important at that age , even though his letters he’s been so humble . Will see. Hubby’s snoozing on the couch while waiting for his team to play .. Sunday Football . My daughters with her boyfriend then work this afternoon. Late but short shift. Miss Abigail is sleeping away in our bean bag chair oh to be a cat ,she makes sleeping look so nice. Well time to do a few things so I can sit back down and color or read .

Bringing back something timeless…

Tonight my dear friend and I were chatting ,work has her down . She’s tired and just feeling over whelmed . So we were chatting and she had asked if I had heard from my son . I replied with a no .. no letters only the phone call on Thanksgiving . I went on telling her I believe he’s busy with finishing what he needs to do to graduate from Basic and come home for Christmas in three weeks. I went on by saying I miss his letters and writing to him . I sent one out the weekend after Thanksgiving which he probably just got this week . I want to send him another but afraid that as soon as I drop it in the mail they’ll say no more letters . I’m hoping he sends me something soon or a phone call before graduation. I know it’s only been a week from hearing from him but for some reason it seems longer then that. Oh the mother in me… so my friend and I went on chatting and she said your going to miss writing letters I know you enjoyed it . Oh yes I did indeed . It was a nice change of pace from typing , it was comforting. I joked and said I may have to write to you followed with a laugh … she is about three towns over so about an hour away but our life’s are in different directions so we do not see each other as much as we like. She paused and I asked are you still there? She responded with a yes but with a different tone . I wondered … she went on , you know you laughed but honestly that isn’t such a bad idea. I’m Like what? She says us writing letters back and forth. Why not I think that would be fun and she stated you did say they say it’s good for the mind . I thought about it and said are you serious ? I’m in if you really are . It could be therapeutic lol . For the first time through our chat tonight she was sounding more up beat . Yes she said defiantly let’s do it . It would be a good way to empty our heads and look forward to something in the mail beside bills ( hahaha) okay then we will . We explained no time limit on replying or how short or long. And we could be as creative as we wanted. She said this will be fun bringing back something people really do not do much of anymore . Sending handwritten letters in the mail. As we ended our conversation we were both excited to try this . I hope this works out. It would defiantly be something positive to do . Since lately it doesn’t seem like a lot of positive things in the world .Tomorrow I’ll go into town and see if they even sell stationary anymore and if not at least some nice paper. Excited about this . Hope it’s what we are hoping it will be like. I’ll keep you posted.

Holiday Week..

Thanksgiving was Thursday a nice day with my family but with one missing this yr.. yes my son, thankfully he was able to call home it was a quick call but as least we could hear his voice . He sounded good it cracked here and there when he said he loved us . Time is moving faster now , he has 3 weeks left until graduation . He will be extra busy . That is s good thing he does better when he is busy. Then he is able to come home for a short bit until going back to finish his other training.. at least we will be able to see him. Christmas is coming so fast it’s unbelievable… it’s Saturday already Thanksgiving come and gone . My Christmas list is short this year but that is okay I honestly do not want anything but my family together. That is all that matters to me . I’m only needing to buy little things as well since my kids get whatever they want . I think it’s not going to be so much of a material thing this year which is nice.. it shouldn’t be that way. It should be more about the people in our live ..we can all agree on that I’m sure.

I just finished writing my son a letter ..I know soon they will say to stop. It’s been nice writing them , not fun waiting for him to get them but when he finally does he writes back consistently . I know I’m going to cherish those letters forever this journey we all have been on with him. I believe he will cherish ours as well. While at our Thanksgiving celebration my niece showed me a game she plays on her phone . It’s called Crossy Road. It’s kind of like Frogger if anyone remembers or knows of the game. It’s fun but hard and at times frustrating (hahaha) but then again aren’t most games? It’s time consuming I will admit that as well. So in between keeping up the house then decorating for Christmas , I’ve been playing this game.๐Ÿ™„ I should be reading honestly . I’d probably settle at night easier. I will start up with my book after the weekend is over. So yes decorations are up . Christmas shopping soon.

I’m still trying to figure out starting a journal now that I love writing so much again with a pen and paper that sounds strange.. but it’s true how times have changed typing on a computer keyboard or texting love ones and friends. but how to separate the journaling and my blogging . I do clear my head on here, hmm need a balance … so that’s my question how to separate the two and get the enjoyment out of both? Anyone have any advice? Would love some. For now I think I will go settle say some prayers for my family and friends and especially my son and then get some sleep goodnight .

Simple ..little Things..yes thinking.

It’s a rainy day once again. Sitting here in my living room enjoying my cup of coffee and just thinking .. in my sons letters home he has stated many times it’s about the simple things and little things . I know he’s missing home and there has been a lot of time of him thinking and being only 18 and first time away from home , family , friends , and not much contact except hand written letters every 13 days how he receives them is a very big change. I just hope once he is home on leave he will remember this . .Statement.

It really is about the little things I have always thought that . No other way of thinking otherwise when I’ve grew up in a big family with little money to go around . Oh don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining at all .. just the way it was and we were not poor by any means , we had everything we needed and then some . Christmas with a beautiful simple Christmas tree presents under it and we counted how many present but whatever amount there was we were happy and satisfied But you know growing up there’s always I wants. And yes at times we got the I wants but when we were able to get jobs then we used our money. Life was simple though the suppers at 5 every night or you came home heated it up or made something else you ate what my mom made . Or you made a sandwich . Yes a sandwich .. Summers we cooked out a lot stayed out till bed time . Went to drive in movies . Can’t recall going to a theater much . My dad had a boat so weekends sailing . We always went to the Town fair . So simple . Until this day I’ve lived simple . My house isn’t fancy it’s a ranch style we built it’s simple cozy , homey .its not elegant it’s lived in . ( haha) and thankful for that because anything bigger would be too much to take care of for me. When the kids were little we went to the beach a lot with the whole family , my kids always had what they needed and yes alway wanted more ..if we could they got it if not they didn’t . Now the days are quieter and life is even more calmer and my past time is reading , writing , long rides with my hubby , lots of chats, and yes just plain simple nights home watching tv with my hubby or if my kids are here in which now my son wrote how he misses this . As he grew older it was only happening if he had no money to go out Hmm what you realize. . I’m sure sounds boring to some . I wouldn’t want to change anything …we..lll maybe bring back for a bit my kids being little and home more. Yes I know they grow up … and fast. Change comes and it is what it is. .. In this world now we want more never have enough money.. things but do we ever think about time ? No too busy running having to keep up with what everyone else is doing or has whether it makes you happy or not worrying more of what you say and how . Which honestly truth is the best but that is slowly fading away in these times along with love morals values , being replace with hate , rudeness , and a lot of regrets. maybe for a bit all the running around being what everyone wants you to be does make us happy but then eventually something hits us in the face with a dose of reality and you then realize what matters . . Ahh yes the simple things .. family, your special close friends you can count on your fingers . That’s what matters .

Writing…

It’s been a simple day . The temperature outside was just bitterly cold ,what sun we had didn’t do to much to warm it up any. I took advantage of it and decided to stay in no running into town needed to be done and thankfully was able to renew my library books online. I did some dusting and a small load of towels easy enough . Spent the day chatting with my daughter as we went about things around the house until she had to leave for work. Yesterday I received two letters in the mail from my Son. I read them once again after my daughter had left for work and the house was quiet . In all the letters he has written he has stated several times how the simple things are what matters the most and family… it’s a funny thing what happens when your phone is taken away and you have a lot of time to think and realize what matters.. Basic training is defiantly an adjustment . I wonder if back in the day before cell phones were created if thinking or thoughts were as deep ? When people went into the service and had time on their hands before it got busy ..now we are all constantly looking at our phones it’s a wonder if we really think of anything of importance as much . It’s going on midnight and I just finish writing a letter back to my son. I must say with each letter I write my handwriting is improving ( hahaha) I’ve been noticing that. Loving this just wish the mail was a bit faster . I guess somethings do not change. Needing to start that journal still deciding on a regular journal for my thoughts or a prayer journal I keep reading about. Another thing to do … well I’m looking at the time and it midnight should call it a day and say my prayers and get some sleep . Started writing late tonight . So now another late night.which is fine .

It is what it is..

Woke to a cloudy cold morning . Dragged myself out of bed poured a hot steamy cup of coffee. As I sat and enjoyed it . The quietness around me was actually okay. I just took it in and thought it is what it is . ..actually with a smile..as I just sipped my coffee . My daughter came up from her place moments later with Miss Abigail at her heels . I listen to my daughter talk about this and that and smiled somethings never change . She always has an opinion about something ๐Ÿ™‚ after we both went about our business I cleaning the little bit around the house if you want to call it that more like went room to room and just opened up window shades, made the bed . And then was done. 4:00 in the afternoon now and after a very heavy rain the sun is out and shining bright . Warming the temps to the mid 50’s crazy weather. Soon my husband will be home and I know he will want to go for a run So supper can wait to be made for a bit . My daughter will eat with her boyfriend . Another easy night .. not complaining by any means just following along with it. It’s just seems all so simple these days . I know in a couple of months my son will be home and maybe it will be less quiet will see what an adult he may have become. Then the quietness will start again when he leaves for his training . I’m just proud of my kids for being who they are and being kind ,caring people. It’s a funny thing you blink and before you know it they have grownup . So don’t blink๐Ÿ˜‰