I read a children’s bio of Harriet Tubman. In reading it I found myself feeling quite inferior in not having a Cause.  I cannot imagine what it must have been like for her, nor millions of others who are and were treated like animals (some animals get better treatment I’m sure). She lived her life for the Cause of freedom from slavery. I should do no less than to find a Cause, because we have been created for a Cause.

I met with my girlfriends today for lunch. Our new groupie name is MOGIT.

My only girlfriends in Texas. We had a great laugh and sometimes we have a great cry but today it was only laughs. Thank goodness for girlfrends.

On the day of former President Gerald Ford’s passing, I would like to say that about 30 years ago while he was president, I got to shake his hand.

I was in a drill team in High School and in order to work off some of my demerits, I had to go to an airport and greet him as he landed. Being in high school and oblivious to what was going on in the nation, I had no idea of why he was in Texas and landed at a small east Texas airport. All I know is that I wanted to work off my demerits and get back home. I can’t recall much of the day but it seems like it was an ok one. No rain that I recall and I don’t think it was very cold because I can’t remember wearing a coat or anything. Those of us in the drill team stood at the airport on the chain fence row and waited to greet him. I stood there on the front and as he came by he was surrounded by secret service but it didn’t seem entirely that secure as what we might have in this day and age. I had my hand out to shake his and really didn’t expect to get a hand from him but somehow he picked my hand to shake and all I remember was it wasn’t cold or sweaty but nice and warm and soft. I thought wow, I just shook the presidents hand, do I go home and wash it or what?  All in all it was kind of surreal but I know he and other presidents shake millions of hands, but now that he has passed on I feel I have touched the past and been part of history.

I’m not too sure if my kids will be impressed by this but anyway there you have it.

Another turkey day is coming to an end. I would say it was a good day for me. Had a house full of guest and great food and fun and laughter. Some family members couldn’t be with us so that is a sad thing but hopefully wherever they were and what they were doing was good for them. We missed them though. I didn’t overeat at all. One plate of food and no deserts, yeah for me. Took a walk later to beat off those drowsy vibes. It was a beautiful temperature day. So all in all it was a good day and one that is fond of for future memories.. More turkey for everyone.

A new meaning to your head rolling.  While at the bowling alley, a few days ago, I noticed that a bowling ball being used by a scruffy youngster, seemed to be clear acrylic but it had a skull inside.  Now I don’t assume that the skull was real but maybe I should have ask him if he knew who he was bowling with.  The whole idea was kind of weird to me in that why would you want to roll a head down an alley?  Did he feel like his head was constantly spinning?  It reminded me of a saying that my Aunt Sister ( that is what we called her) use to say in that if we kids didn’t behave she would take our heads off and roll them down a hill.  I always wondered as a youngster could that really happen?  It sure made me want to behave.  Maybe she had a clear bowling ball in her closet somewhere with a head in it. Anyway, back to the guy at the alley.  After sizing him up a bit, he kind of struck me as an out there kind of guy who really might have some other unusual things going on.  I think he probably bowled rather well.  Maybe he had a game with himself to see if he could get the skull to spin just right in the ball while he knocked down the pins.  I also assume he didn’t carry that thing out in plain sight, surely he had a bag to carry it in.  I wouldn’t want to turn a light on in a closet and see it looking at me on some stormy night.  But then again anyone that has a ball with a skull in it might not think too much.  Oh well, I wonder if I could have had the guts to ask him to give the skull ball a try.  I can only imagine what it felt like to have a skull in your hand up to your face and then take those steps and let it rip. Again I’m not sure that guy thinks at all.

I took a walk on the wild side the other day at an upscale, high end mall. As I walked in this very clean and sterile looking three storied mall, I couldn’t help but think why do we want to go to the mall and browse around and look and drool over things we don’t need or think we want. I like to go and walk around but have found that as I get older walking in the mall and looking at things make me wonder why we want to do this. Shopping and buying stuff just puts us in huge debt and once you get it home you rethink why did I buy that. And if it is just to keep us up on the latest trendy clothing, that is gone in a season (or less) and you either push it to the back of your closet, give it to someone else or donate it to charity. I wonder if I would think differently if I had tons of money like the rich and famous?  Probably not.

The stores at this mall had names that I had never heard of and some I had heard of but as  I looked in the windows I could tell I could not afford the socks that might be sold there. The stores I felt more comfortable going into also had price tags that made my mouth drop. Guess I don’t shop enough, or maybe the prices at high end malls are higher than the same item at lower end malls.

All I know is that these stores should have just had wide open mouths of beast or huge paws at the entrance because it really is a jungle out there.