Getting ready to finish packing for my trip to Columbus Ohio to sing during the Hot Times Festival. I will sing with Gene Walker's band. I am looking forward to having lots of fun and meeting lots of new people. The drive should take about 3-4 hours. My son told me to watch my speed limits because they love to give tickets across the whole state...and you know he knows. I plan to wear my new blouse and my black Capri pants or my white ones. I don't know yet I am taking both. I don't know about my shoes, sandals and take heels, no that sounds like too much. Anyway, I have got to get started and stop this typing. I am also taking some breakfast food and fruit and maybe some snacks. Well, here's to fun and possibly a start on a different project. I hope my kids get it...you never get to old to enjoy your dream. It may not come when you think it should, but it will come one day if you keep your life ready for it.
Got new glasses tonight, well new lenses. Everything is so much closer and larger. I hope I get accustomed to them soon...or maybe I'm in a hurray. Walking is really a trip because the ground seem so close and it makes me feel so short. But seeing things that are in the distance is very much better...things are clearer not fuzzy around the edges.
I guess they will seem better tomorrow. Even the computer screen is clearer and the small type doesn't seem as small. I guess this is better. I will give it a few days.
I don't know why this happens, but every now and then guys I have dated in the past, don't want to date, or want to date but can't, seem to all send out a memo to each other to contact me...or so it seems. They call want to date or some just want to talk to see how I am doing. This is comforting, I guess. To think that they all are still my friends and actually think about me.
When looking into a mirror, what do you see
Who you are? What you used to be?
Do you see the young face so youthful and strong
or the face that seems to have all but gone wrong
The body so slender and so spry
or the body that has all but gone awry.
When you look into a mirror, what do you see
The past, the future, or what should be
When I look into the mirror, what do I see
I see the lines and wrinkles in spaces
that have replaced the youthful glow of love and grace
I see the inner side of what is today,
where the youth that used to be hides.
I see the outer side that life has carved for me
a new face, another look
a brand new me.