No Point to This–Really

I really, really need to find more time…no, make more time to post.  Actually I just need to do it! “Making more time” seems to be a recurring, ahem, excuse of mine lately – and not just with posting on the blog.  But that is totally a subject for another day…. Because, frankly, I am surprised how often I find myself thinking…”oh, I have got to post this….” and then I don’t.  I then I forget (because my brain is totally incapable of storing information, important or trivial, for more than 24 hours – tops.)  And some of this stuff is stuff I’d actually like to remember one day:) For instance…. **  My son – the former airman….who, btw, is 21! – and I were on a mini road trip yesterday.  We both needed to make a trip down to Richmond, our illustrious capital, about an hour and half from home.  No need to go alone…we made a day of it and had a great time together.  We love to talk and get into good conversations!  I always enjoy these talks – especially since Jordan actually values my opinion…so nice for a mama.  Anyhoo, we had been chatting and thinking – and chatting then reflecting.  When, clearly out of the blue, my son (did I mention he is 21), says quite seriously “I really miss being young.” Really. Welcome to my world.   ** or the other day at church, a few folks were discussing a parenting book – some thought it was totally a “no-go” (for lack of a better word) while others really liked it.  One mother – whose only daughter is TEN MONTHS – and apparently was one who likes the book said “Well, we’ve raised Sarah with that book and she is a very good girl….” RAISED Sarah??  Check back with me in 13-15 years and we will consider your opinion on child-rearing then.   **and just one more story.  Not sure if this one is to make you smile or well – you decide.  Remember the two sets of candle holders I bought at my favorite home store?  So, I went to return one pair.  Quick. Easy.  Right? Not for all of us.  My refund was to be $20.98 in cash.  After the drawer opens, the cashier pulls out a twenty and begins to count some quarters.  I (like a goof) said, “Can I just give two cents instead?” Looking a bit puzzled, she said, “Sure.” She drops my two pennies in the drawer – and begins to count the quarters again.  (??)  I said,  “No, with the two cents…you just give me a dollar instead.” Total deer in the headlights look.  But she shakes her head ok and then pulls out a dollar – and puts my twenty BACK in the drawer.  She hands me one dollar.  (I hope you are as dumbfounded as me at this point.) With much more patience than I was actually feeling, I told her – “I get the twenty, too!”  I am not exaggerating when I say she was one hundred percent lost.  But she said “okay” and handed me the twenty.  (Good thing I didn’t ask for that there fifty, too!!) I don’t know but this whole new math thing still has some serious kinks to be worked out.  Totally reminds me, last night at the store I overheard a young guy (about eight, I guess) tell his mom – while they were looking at price tags, etc.   “Mom, I know this one….seven plus zero equals 70”!! Please let that be a joke.  But she congratulated him.  “Good job, son.”
So, really, this post served very little purpose – except, perhaps, to give you a glimpse inside my brain.  Which can, indeed, be a bit scary.