Not to worry....I haven't left my sixties-ified mood yet. Just changing venues a little.

Big rainstorm this morning....thunderboomers even. I thought it was going to cool everything down but noooooooo.......more humid than EVER here in the heart of the Mid-West. It did wash my car a little bit though so that was good. I got out and washed the big living room windows of my basement apartment after it was over. They were dirty when I moved in and that was bugging me. I put four wicker flower boxes of asparagus fern along the window sill there and it looks soooo nice but the dirty windows were detracting from it....at least for moi.

I have written quite a bit more to The Windemere Chronicles but am only copying and pasting a little bit up at a time to keep the volume down to readable amounts. I thought of another name for it, Peggy. Hows about "The Webrock Newspaper"...huh? huh? huh?

Interestingly, since my husband and I grew up on the same street he might actually have more interest in my remembrances on that blog than whatever I wrote from 2006-08 on this one. He was friends with Peggy's brother Eddie for many years.

Something I didn't mention about that whole thing....I have actually thought about writing about my childhood (of which this particular family is a HUGE part) for many, many years. Part of why I didn't is because I was so busy chasing after kids for so long, and then later, after they got older, I wasn't so much running around, but it was just too darn chaotic at the house all the time. Not to say I minded that alot. Chaos is my middle name, donchaknow......just that to write I need quiet. Lots and lots of quiet. Maybe there is a purpose to this time in my life after all. I am writing a children's book at the moment too. Who knows if it will ever be published but I've always been the prisonerofhope, right?

Speaking of purpose.....I've wondered a LOT why things had to go the way they did. Why my family had to reject me for not wanting to be married anymore. Why I had to leave NY. I mean I have answers to why I left and all.....I just wonder why it had to go this way? What is God's purpose in my life for it? Without going into detail I have somewhat comes to terms with alot of that. I am still hoping that there will be reconciliation some day but that goes both ways, doesn't it? When I can't even get my oldest child to take one of my phone calls, it doesn't appear that anyone WANTS reconciliation. Or if they do, it is up to me to get on my knees and beg for it.

Oh, believe me, I've done that before. The getting on my knees part, I mean. Tom might not admit it now but it's true. Never again though. I hate to sound arrogant....but would my three oldest children even BE here in the WORLD if it weren't for me? I'M the one that wanted kids to start with and pressed the issue....not to mention the whole nine month thing you gotsta go through first. I mean, it is MY body after all that they came through. I never expected any special kudos for that. Just a little respect. Sheeeuuuu, where's Aretha when I need her, huh?

Anyway, I was promised that I could have SIX before we got married, then told after the second was born that that was enough. I pleaded for a third and he finally said okay, but that is ALL. My husband, my mother and the doctor all got together and decided that three C-sections is plenty. Well, humph, it was okay for Ethel Kennedy to have 11, wasn't it? Guess it helps to be a Kennedy...and to be Catholic. So much for poor little Protestant me, huh?

So...reconciliation. Maybe someday. I'll wait on the Lord. He is the One I bow to...not a bunch of unforgiving, ungrateful children who think that life is all about them and have nothing better to do than complain that the bag lunch they took to school didn't have brand name snacks in it like everyone elses. I'm still hearing about that from children in their 30's. It's time to grow up, baby. Now I know why God let Israel wander in the desert for 40 years.