Monday, January 30, 2012

Saying good-bye to my forest friends


Today is my final day to be in this place I have called home for the last four years. Grapevine, my suburban community, could be mistaken for a frontier wilderness with all the wildlife one sees. Just last night I saw another fox, the second one within a month. And here I thought only armadillos, possums, and raccoons visited from the riverbanks and wooded areas!

My new urban apartment is within walking distance of White Rock Lake. Now I’ll have water fowl living nearby as well as four-footed critters.

And I’m excited about the 10-mile bike path that circles the lake. My silver and blue mountain bike has sat idle for too, too long.

Look out, Dallas, here I come!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Letting Go of Sentimental Items


As I pack up my belongings, it’s hard to believe that almost 30 years have passed since I last lived inside the Dallas city limits. And while I’m looking forward to living in Big D again, I don’t like sorting through all the stuff I’ve accumulated over the years.
A decade ago I downsized from a 2,800-square-foot house to a condo a third of that size. Needless to say, I had no choice but to get rid of furniture and other household items.
Six years ago when I made yet another move to Florida, I bought a new stainless-steel microwave for the place I rented. I hauled that appliance back to Texas even though I was moving into this apartment that already had one. I forgot about the microwave until today. I found it at the bottom of a stack of boxes in my storage closet.
Then there is the clear vinyl bag containing tons of birthday cards, Christmas cards, and report cards dating back to my elementary school years. And the box containing my baby book with my ‘firsts’ recorded in Mom’s handwriting. And the high school yearbooks I saved, hoping to share my coming-of-age years with my own children. However, the opportunity to do so never happened after the family life we knew changed.
It’s odd that I still hold on to all these mementos that I haven’t held in my hands for decades. Why do I hang on to all this stuff?
With the microwave, I’m sure I thought I’d use it again one day. Besides, I paid a pretty penny for it. Although it’s sleek in an industrial-chrome kind of way, it’s also quite bulky. I should have just given it away before leaving Florida. Instead it has been sitting in that dark storage closet for the last four years.
As for the bag of mementos—now those things are hard to part with. Just call me a sentimental type of girl. I guess I’m hoping one of my future grandchildren or their children might one day be interested in details about me that they might not otherwise know.
If I’m really honest, that’s one of the reason why I journal—for my future generations. I have many black composition notebooks. You know, the kind with white speckles? Those journals are filled with my life experiences, and with my innermost thoughts and feelings. Maybe I’m subconsciously hoping a granddaughter or great-granddaughter will inherit my passion for writing. My life penned by another in a historical fiction novel could be the inspiration for someone else to do something worthwhile in their lifetime.
At least I know when my life on this earth ends my journals will remain for the next generation.
Well, enough with daydreaming. I need to get back to packing.
Now... what to do with the oversized platter that hasn’t touched the backside of a Thanksgiving turkey since 1999.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A very interesting and unusual start to my New Year

10:30 PM – I arrive home on New Year’s Eve after going out to dinner with a friend.

11:00 PM – My head hits the pillow.

1:00 AM – The young-adult son living with his father in the apartment downstairs pounds on their door. Their dog starts barking. The son knocks sporadically for the next half hour. The dog becomes more anxious with each passing minute.

1:30 AM – I lean over my balcony rail to tell him his dad is not home.

1:31 AM – Young man responds, “Yes he is. He’s asleep.”

1:32 AM – I say, “No, he isn’t. His car isn’t parked in its space right outside your door.” I go back to bed.

2:00 AM – Young man knocks on my door.  He asks to use my phone because he locked his keys in his car. I have a steak knife in my hand that is out of sight on the other side of the door… just in case. After talking with his father on my cell, he goes to the workout room in our apartment complex to wait for his dad. Their dog begins making odd noises that sound like scratching on the wall.

3:00 AM – I’m still awake, so I insert earplugs hoping to get a little more shut-eye.

4:00 AM – I look out my window to see the dad’s car parked in its regular spot. I never heard him arrive home since my hearing was blocked by the earplugs that are now irritating my ear canals.

5:55 AM – I climb out of bed, take a shower, and dress to start my long day. I never did fall back to sleep.

7:15 AM – My eyes are bloodshot from sleep deprivation. What a way to arrive for the technical arts assignment I volunteered for at church this morning.

Hey, it’s a story to tell! And I know humor is hidden in there somewhere.

Despite the unusual start to my New Year, I know something awesome will occur this year. I’m looking forward to whatever good things God has in store for me.