It’s Friday and I did work on a post for the blog, but I didn’t finish it. Time is not something that I have learned to use efficiently. Albert Einstein said, “The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
He was wrong, because everything does happen at once. If someone invites us to dinner, inevitably, one of my kids has a band performance, it’s a family member’s birthday, and we have a chance to get free tickets to see “War Horse.” Yes, everything does happen at once for me.
Anyway, here is the condensed version… My sixteen-year-old son is suffering typical, teenage angst as he learns that friendship is not always smooth. What makes a good friend? What will be important in the end? …loyalty, integrity, support, status, wealth, or pretense? It coincides with what my daughter is reading in Great Expectations. The story takes you full circle and Pip learns what is important in friendship. It seems that we struggle with the same lessons as our ancestors and their ancestors before them. Maybe, that is one good reason to read the classics. Just a thought.
What are your thoughts? I would like to hear what you value in a friend.
I’m a rock hound, well, not really, but I do love rocks. Rocks find me. I have picked rocks up in Death Valley, along the beach at Pismo, and even at a Wendy’s Restaurant in the parking lot.
Why this obsession with rocks? I don’t have an answer. It is something I’ve always had; I’m sure my mom picked rocks out of my pockets when she did the laundry. I’ve always thought rocks were interesting and I wanted to keep them. I like rock gardens, rock waterfalls, and my all time favorite are boulders. I don’t have any boulders. I keep threatening to hire someone to truck in a couple. I think they would look great… one in the front yard and two or three in the back.
I do have large rocks in the front under the trees that came from my dad’s property. My sweet husband lugged them into the truck, brought them home, and arranged them for me. I have six huge crystals that my grandfather dug out of his land in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to inherit them. They are arranged on my back patio. I don’t know if they have healing powers, but I know they speak to my soul and make me feel like I have a piece of my granddad with me. I know he would be happy to know that his crystals have a guardian.
Oh, and did I mention that I have six rocks that Skylar found for me in Lake Tapps in Washington? My sister-in-law and husband live on the lake and it is literally in their back yard. My daughter, AKA “The Goldfish,” lifted them out, and yes, you guessed it my sweet husband loaded them in the Odyssey and we brought them home. They are large so I accumulated six of them over time.
Where did I get this attraction for rocks? I am not advocating reincarnation, but in the interest of “what if” could I have been a petrologist or maybe a geologist in a previous life? Did you know that sixty percent of Americans believe that reincarnation is possible? I have to say my vote is still out, but if it is possible, I sure hope I don’t end up like “Sylvester and the Magic Pebble” and come back as a rock in my next life.
Are you part of that sixty percent, and even if you’re not what do your passions say about what you may have been in a previous life?