Happiness – TL&BL

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I still haven’t gone through the box of dad’s personal things. I was thinking of asking my sister if she just wanted to take the box and do with it whatever she she felt like doing. Truth be told, I feel a little guilty about being the one that was contacted to receive the box. There are some old military papers and such that I’d like to scan first, but I don’t need to have the originals. What do you do with them after a certain point?

The only thing I asked mom for was her cedar chest. Little did I know that it would be filled with memorabilia from each of us 6 kids, as well as some of her personal keepsakes. Only a few crocheted doilies and that sort of thing. Dad never emptied it and distributed them amongst us kids. That would have been nice. I received it as is. I wonder if these things mean anything to my siblings, and I wonder why it was me that got these last items from both mom and dad.

A good portion of my Friday and some of Saturday was spent putting this scrapbook page together. When I start a project like this, time means nothing to me. *Sometimes,* being alone has it’s advantages.

I saw a scrapbook page that I liked in a magazine, and I wanted to see if I could make something similar. I’ve been wanting to do something with this picture of my dad and me for a while now. I just love the simplicity of it. For a moment, I had daddy all to myself. I’ve only done pages of the boys before. This was a pleasure to do.

I could look at this picture every day. I wish I remembered when it was taken. I’m so glad that mom took a shot like this. Did she know that all these years later, it could warm my heart as it does? It helps me to remember the good times, and that’s what I try to remember now-a-days. Anything in my past that is negative, does me no good to dwell on. Negativity rears it’s ugly head enough in my present. I don’t need it in my past.

I was also busy yesterday burning cds. I have collected a whole passel of music in the last several months. My hard drive is bulging at the seams, and it was time to do some purging. I burned over 30 cds of all sorts of music from new age, to country, to classic rock and even some alternative. New and old and in-between. Don’t be jealous, but “I” now have my very own copy of the Wizard of Oz soundtrack. Why not? How many times a day do you think to yourself, if only I could hear those little Munchkins singing, Follow the Yellow Brick Road, my day would be complete?

Now I need to pick up a couple of albums to put this collection in. I’d never be able to keep track of them if I were to keep them all in jewel cases. I have one album filled already, and will need at least 2 more.

Right. You say, do you really need all of this music? How many cds do you listen to in a day? Well somedays, none. Some days, all day long. The main reason I’m doing it now is because they’re available now. And one day, I’ll retire. (I pray to Gee Oh Dee)

Right. You say, when??? Tomorrow?

Nope. And not in the forseeable future. But when I do, I will be musically ready. 🙂