Serenity… refocus – seek joy – thrive

I have a quiet evening here, finally, but I have so many scattered thoughts tumbling around in my brain that I cannot form any of them into a cohesive post. So… just natterings, then!

I visited my ex-husbands Facebook page today (I don’t believe I have him “friended”, though we are friendly) and came across a visible manifestation of one of the main differences between us. He has over 2000 people friended; I have 33.

I also visited the pages of some people I knew long ago, in another place and time. I loved seeing the photos of them and their kids and seeing how everyone was doing, and how much they have changed. I miss them all and have happy memories of most. I did not friend any.

Which reminds me that for a couple of years I tried to find a couple of old friends of mine, checking every once in a while to see if they were online or no. It finally occurred to me that probably the kids were online, if not the parents, and I might be able to find them that way. I remembered the name of their oldest – I was there, at the hospital, when she was born and used to babysit her sometimes. I’d sometimes sing her parts of the Barry Manilow song, Mandy, because that was her nickname, but not after I really listened to the words “Oh Mandy, you came and you gave without taking,” etc. Still, I’ve always associated that song with her.

Anyway, I searched for her name – and found her obituary. A car accident, years ago. I never did find her parents and I’ve kinda stopped looking for people’s kids online.

I want this book. A paper book, too, though I now love the convenience of ebooks. I have lots of them on my BlackBerry now, almost all of them free books. Which means some classics, some contemporary good finds and some that make you want to bow down to editors and copy editors and thank them for the work that they do. Some of the contemporary (and obviously unedited) stories I’ve read have good bones but they flop about all over the place and are like risen bread dough – should be pounded and kneaded and rolled out and formed and risen again to make it a loaf.

It’s possible that I mixed some metaphors there, and my bread comes out about an inch high, but oh well.

Anyway, though, I want to try to buy (used or new) a printed book a month. Or maybe every two months, something like that. Build up my library again – with books I don’t have to give back to the real library.

Ah, well. Quiet time is over.

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