Thursday, September 20, 2012

Old editor gone...

I wondered what I was going to write about and when I clicked to do a new post, up pops the new editor.  I have only glanced, but cannot see a way to go back to the old editor.  I so wish I could.  This is not horrible, and there are actually things I like about it. So will just keep at it with this.  For now.  When I post.  I seem to have lost my blogging pizazz...and I don't know why.



I have been thinking a lot about life...and feeling like I am driving into the sunset of my life.  I am not exactly sad...just really thinking.  And no, nothing is wrong or going on that is bringing these thoughts on.  So wondered if any of you think about these things.  I assume it is something everyone goes through as they age.

I think about how it will be for our two girls...and for Lorelei.  At least if I died tomorrow, Lorelei would remember me.  I think.  I don't think Sarah would let her forget me. 

And do you ever wonder what will stand out your children's memory of you?  I have no idea what the girls will think of when they think of me.
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It is late in the day and I have a big pot of hamburger vegetable soup cooking...I was craving it so bad so just decided to put it on and that be it.  It has been going for a couple hours so hopefully will be done soon.  But will be much better tomorrow.  There are certain foods that are just better a day or two after they have been cooked...or else to let them cool down and set at room temperature for a while.

12 comments:

  1. Yes I think about this from time to time. I do wonder what my boys will remember about me when I'm goneand what will stand out. I think everyone does this from time to time. Lovely shot of the sunset.

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  2. women are born to be thinkers, God made us that way, sometimes it is a good thing and sometimes not. i find myself thinking way to much, then i get on the computer and the thinker stops....

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  3. A gorgeous picture of the obscured, but beautiful sun.
    It fits your comment about the later years of life. I think about this period too when I remember that much of life is behind me!

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  4. I think about it all the time...way too much. My daughter and one son live way away and there is not much back and forth. Their lives are so busy. Thanks goodness for Gene in Richmond and my Eloise and his Patricia. We are always calling and emailing back and forth. Gene gets to pull the plug along with Buddy so I know he won't forget his mom. I worry so about what our world holds for the children and the grandkids. It is going to be a struggle at best. So do not feel alone. At 73 I think it is my normal behavior to worry and fret. Loved your picture. genie

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  5. Gorgeous sunset! Don't be disheartened about blogging...it can be such a joy, especially the connections we make with others. I have been enjoying catching up with your posts!

    I know what you mean about thinking about being in the sunset of our lives. I am so thankful for my daughter and for my grandson, that they will hopefully have good memories of me also. We lived apart from them for a while, which was disturbing me very much....plus we also went through some difficult financial times. So, the trip to Disneyland last year, and then the trip we just made up to the Canyon (and other stops) I felt were so important for all of us to get to do as a family. But the little everyday things mean the most.

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  6. Sometimes I think too much. At 66, I sometimes feel like a sitting duck wondering what is down the road. I worry a lot about what our 2 grown children will have to cope with the way the world is going.
    Your sunset is absolutely beautiful!
    Have a great weekend.

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  7. I'm only 47 and I think about it, Rose. I think about these grand kids and whether they'll remember me. Many women have told me that in my 60s I will look back on my 40s and wish I had appreciated them. So I try to appreciate them and wonder if I'm doing it right.

    Also, Rose. May I please have the hamburger vegetable soup recipe? My grandmother used to make it all the time. I would really love to make a pot.

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  8. Beautiful shot Rose!
    When I started blogging almost five years ago now when we retired I knew it was 'the autumn of my life.'
    It's funny I've been thinking about life a lot these past few days. Another friend just said today he was getting old. I honestly think the change of seasons upon us has a lot to do with our thoughts. We're watching summer go away (die if you will) and life slows down from the hectic days of summer.
    Being a Grandma with little ones you just want so much to watch them grow up and share all their milestones with them. The girls already associate many things with me and their Papaw but little Sammy is too young yet and we don't see him as often.
    Hamburger vegetable soup - haven't thought of that since my Girl Scout Leader days. We used to make it at campfires. :)

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  9. Meant to say I've switched back and forth between the old and new editor for awhile. I checked when I read your post. You used to be able to click on that cog wheel on the dashboard but I just checked and you can't switch anymore. :(
    They need to take away the long running script because it takes forever some days for me to type a post.

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  10. I know what you mean - I hope and pray I live long enough to see my grandkids grow up!

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  11. Love, love, love hamburger soup! Wish I could be there and visit and lap up some of that soup. I think it's natural as we get older to not feel immortal anymore and realize that we could move on to our next life at anytime. Your children and grandchildren will never forget you!I have a feeling you are gonna be around for a lot longer!

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  12. I'm another one who has had similar thoughts, Rose. It's definitely a part of getting older. :)

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