Firstly, to those of you wonderful people who took the time to read what I posted earlier, I apologise.
That post was lazy, poor thought out and basically pretty crappy.
So it is gone.
And here I am 10 hours later, trying to retrieve the thoughts that flooded my head as I negotiated the traffic of my half hour drive home from work tonight.
Each day I drive the same road, sometimes even seeing the same cars.
Some nights the traffic flows quickly and I am home before I know it, but often, there are snarls where we sit, and wait, before crawling forward a few metres and then stopping again.
I find it my thinking time.
The music is playing, usually my iPod set on “shuffle”. Sometimes a song will play which has me lifting the volume and seat dancing, and other times it is merely background noise.
While I sit and wait for the lights to change, I replay the day, or the week and try to solve the never-ending challenges that this world and life throws at me.
I have decided that each parent should be issued with a toilet roll length of writing paper for each child at birth to assist with the constant endless lists that come with parenting.
It starts with lists of baby requirements, prams, and nappies, moves on to school books and uniforms and before you know it, the list is all about work clothes, steel cap boots and getting them a job.
And a car.
Well we can cross that off the list anyway.
At least for Big C.
From the constant plotting and planning and organising of being a super mum, my thoughts will sometimes drift to other things.
Conversations with friends, can be examined, and replayed and even more deeply, I examine my own life, my past, and my here and now.
I am so blessed in so many ways.
I was lucky to be born to parents that are still together, to be able to have a quality education and have never been unemployed or homeless.
I am certainly not saying it was all perfect. There have been bumps and bruises along the way. People, who through their actions have impacted on me and not always in a positive way.
I have made choices and not all of them smart.
And to be honest, I haven’t been very adventurous either.
But life has never forced me to be.
I once pondered here that sometimes I felt I was “vanilla” and I perhaps I longed to be more interesting, maybe more “rocky road”.
And you all, my friends, reassured me that Vanilla was wonderful, and I guess it is.
Not all of my friends have been as lucky as me. Life has been harder, the bumps and bruises are deeper and have had a greater impact.
And yet, these people, the ones that are surviving everything that life has thrown at them, are to me, so inspirational.
They often have the biggest hearts, are the most creative and perhaps because they take nothing for granted, make the best friends.
I have learned so much from meeting these people, often through this blog, and having them in my lives.
My life is so much more the richer.
And I am thankful.
Those that read what I posted earlier, would have noted the line “I made a friend cry”
Not all tears are bad. Sometimes, when the connection is deep, the trust strong and the conversation intense, tears can fall.
We are working on a project connected with a cause important to both of us.
World AIDS Day. December 1st.
There is still no cure. We have to keep the conversation happening. HIV will not go away on its own.
For those of you still here after the 600 odd words so far, especially if you are crying out “but where is the art?”
A little more work on the cafe scene. You might need to check earlier posts to see the difference.
Also after a couple or six wines at the neighbours, there is plotting of a possible painting of a wine barrel that is to be used as a table.
Not sure when that will happen, but it could be a hoot to give it a go.
The last photo to show you, a bit of fun. I call it training for my trip next year.
Not only does my friend in Texas tell my how much he loves Dr Pepper, but the town where we plan to stay when we visit him, has a Dr Pepper museum.
So when I saw the can in the supermarket I grabbed it.
Funny thing is, the can I bought was actually made in the UK.
Happily, MJ, has located a genuine Made in the USA can of Dr Pepper which I shall try over the weekend.
I just wonder if it will taste the same as the stuff the Brits made.
Well a lot more words, and hopefully a better post.
I have no idea really.
But this is done.
Almost the weekend.
It has been a bit of a crazy week, and I am ready for some down time.
Sending out hugs and smiles.
Until next time xx