With no Monday this week, it’s going pretty fast, isn’t it? The week there is a holiday, we have no Hamburger Night at the VFW Post 2503 on Wednesday. Sometimes we meet for drinks anyway, but we have a meeting tomorrow, so we’ll just skip tonight and meet tomorrow. We’re less involved every day and I’m finding good things to do with my time. Still working slowly on the quilt blocks, and finishing a couple of smaller reading projects.
We had a nice visit this morning on the deck, with our morning coffee. I swear, I cannot say enough how beautiful this spot is, how serene the surroundings are, and how mood altering it all is. It helps shake the aches and pains of early morning for two folks in their early seventies. It puts hope in my soul, and a spring in my step.
The other thing that amazes me is how fast the time goes and how far away my imagination and thoughts go while I’m gluing the edges of the fabric down to the shapes. I listen to music (how funny!), and today the lyrics of some old Glen Campbell songs struck me as odd.
All of the love song were really break-up songs. Many of the man being “just a man” who is unable to stay with a woman. Women were still considered to be part of a man’s possessions, and many times, the man just didn’t want to take responsibility for this particular possession. I found this disturbing. That, and when the woman would leave him waiting days on end and never coming home. No wonder some of us grew up with totally wrong ideas about relationships. Thinking breaking up and making up was expected or usual is a bit off how it should be. And never, ever, should boys hurting girls when they’re young be interpreted as “he likes you!” Love doesn’t hurt. If it does, leave. Immediately!
Thank goodness things have changed for the better. Women are no longer possessions, as a couch would be. Women can take care of themselves, and don’t really need a man for financial gains. No longer do women need to “marry well.” The Babe and I married to grow old together with a companion we could trust. We’re knocking that out of the park.
Thank goodness the world has changed from when those lyrics were written and sung. There was one song I never cared for at all. You Tube it and you’ll see what I mean. It’s horrible. “Dreams of the Everyday Housewife.” Gosh, I’m so blessed to have not lived like this for my whole life. It could have happened. Blessed. Grateful.
Tomorrow will be another day of therapy for Mom. Hoping it’s a great evening for you and an inspiring morning for you. See you tomorrow!