Who Is in Charge?

I am.

Who's in charge here? I have heard that question in so many voices, situations. 

Sometimes I am in charge, good or bad. I gladly ceded that responsibility now that I am retired. For twenty years and six-hundred students, I was in charge. 

Parents, we were/are in charge. For feeding, clothing, and all sorts responsibilities for our children, we were/are in charge.

Paying bills, having the oil changed, finding lost items, etc.--we adults: we're in  charge.

Given all that, some of the most amazing I'm in charge here people are children. They have no power, no reason to believe that they are in charge. 


Even though you and I know that a child should not be in charge in critical areas,  they are in the sweetest and most amazing ways.

(The longest video is the last one. The others are less than a minute )

A three-year old taking charge here, maybe

Expressing himself to one he loves

Helping mommy 

Who in charge here?  Both.

There are many elements in all lives when exasperation leads to a  real question:  Who is in charge of me?

He is.

The List

Me on a lovely bright beach day

It is a dark room day.

In a dark room house.

Not a creature is stirring,

Not even a m…

Wait!  Wait…I didn’t mean to write that.  Just slipped out of a brain that is on automatic mode.

What does one write when it is a dark room day, when light hurts and sounds skewer the head?

I read Delores at thefeatherednest and Cro at Magnon's Meanderings who created lists of good things, events, memories that remind them of the goodness of living.  Their lists were excellent, as they themselves are excellent.

My list on this dark room day is as follows:

                        Finding the perfect pillow

            Smell of movie theater popcorn

                                    Scent of lavender oil

                        Thunderstorms

            A crescent moon in a clear sky

                                    Seeing a baby

                                    Holding a baby

            Memories of Christmas with our children

                                                My husband’s laughter

                        Freshly baked bread

            Real butter

Our granddaughters giggling in the backseat of our car

                                    Reading Little Women for the first time

                        Buying packets of seeds in the spring

                                    SKYPE

            Having a phone

                        Indescribable joy of God’s love and presence

                                    Knowing how to pray

            Picking strawberries with my mother and talking with her, alone

                        Making strawberry jam

                                    Songbirds in the spring

                        Singing and not caring who hears me

                                                Talking with strangers in a line at the market

Watching a returning Marine sweep up his child at the airport

            Knowing that I am loved

                                    An hour without pain

                                                Redwood trees

                        Crème’ Brulee

                                      Holding a quilt made by a great-grandmother

                        Moments of silence

                                    Being able to weep, cry, mourn, laugh, giggle, etc.

                        Possessing empathy

                                                Rhythmic beating of a heart

What would be on your list?

L is for...

LISTS!  I am a list maker, with lists covering things to pack, things to buy,  places I need to go, blogs that are hosting blogfests, and just about anything else which can be made into a list.  It is not that I have to make a list in order to go from point A to point B.  No, actually I have a fairly decent memory.  With my migraines, I have had to make more lists than usual, when the brain fog creeps into my head.

Recently, the artsy nonsensical words that one must type after posting a comment following a blog entry have become fascinating.  As I decipher these collections of letters and begin typing, I noticed that my computer is frantically suggesting words, trying to guess what is or should be next.  Maybe my computer is trying to reach out to me?  Perhaps it senses that I am not a sharp as I used to be?

Thus, my list has words like these:  gicasu, farmal,, scistral, granzet, mrenit, firjilz, viltimal, miltrev, and on…

Alice in Wonderland has a lovely poem of nonsense words, “The Jabberwocky”.  I decided to take a jab at this fun idea, and compose a paragraph using some words on my list:

            "The frentmc  blew in from the east that benai, a bad irmanc for me.  With an easterly frentmc, came the neezlt from the clftem  and all the memories I thought I had left in that desolate scrotm.  Leaning back against the barn with my jiftli  closed, I sensed those memories nuklim  up like so many yucca jamsic.  The flogtl  was dry when I arrived and when I left the neezlt.  Roberto had died in my arms the  irmanc I critleg  into his Vralnrd, at death’s door myself.  There had been time only for one nutkrc, and his whispered warning, “ Triglle  this jomnry  now.” Then he had closed his jiftli."

Lists a good things, but maybe I have carried them too far. 

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