Funny the things that come to mind as you're driving along .. words that pop out of no where, or maybe it's the wind blowing out all the cobwebs that have collected between your ears in the past couple weeks.  And oh does that wind feel good.  Tossing my hair every which way, windows down, sun roof open in my Trail Blazer as I head into Rockland to do a "chucks and wipes" run.

I took 2 semesters of Creative Writing.  I loved it and the first semester we learned LOTS of vocabulary words.  Words that I imagine I've forgotten but were drilled into my brain, their spelling and their meaning.  I was good at memorizing back then and always got 100% on vocabulary tests.  I know I wouldn't do so good if tested today.

I'll be writing something, or talking to someone and a word pops out of my mouth or onto the paper and if I'm asked what it means, I'll feel a little timid about answering because I'm really not sure where it came from or if I'm certain I know the meaning.  99% of the time, when I look it up, I'm relieved to discover I had used it correctly in the sentence. 

I'm sorry I can't remember my Creative Writing teacher's name, it must be in there somewhere, along with all those other words drilled into me.  I would thank her, wherever she may be, these 35 years later.

Moments

Feeling a little frazzled I'm thinking of my pillow and the man who will be laying next to me lightly snoring. The past few days have been a whirlwind of kids and grand kids and I almost want to hold my breath so I can stop time and capture it all and relive each amazing moment.    Each. Moment.  I think of the years of moments I've had.  Even the not so amazing ones because there are so many more of those.  Moments suspended in time.  Moments that if possible I would take down from a shelf and hold them next to my heart and relive how I felt .. eagerness, tenderness, giddiness, sheer joy or even desperate sorrow.  Moments that have made me who I am.  I'm 51 now and there are moments I wish I could do over and do differently but it's too late and it's okay.  I'm tired and it's time to go climb the stairs to that lightly snoring man .. he will stir and roll over and wrap an arm around me and tell me he loves me and I will feel so very thankful for moments that are mine to treasure, hold onto tightly or to let go ..