Thoughts from the Middle of the Night

I woke up a bit after one and started thinking. Something I saw over and over on  the news made me think. Not sure if middle of the night thinking does anyone any good but here goes.
Oprah went to campaign for the Democrat running for governor in GA. Well Oprah always was interesting so I watched some of her speech. If I got it right she is an Independent voter, does no0t live in GA. Now as far as I could figure out  Oprah does not know Stacy Abrams  (I had to google her) and I guess she took Will Ferrell along with her.
So I am wondering the how and why of all of this, did God whisper in her ear? Is she psychic? I am sorry but I am stumped here. First of all Oprahs knows as much about Ms Stacy's qualifications as I do  which you can put in a thimble and still have room, but unlike me she had to go and support this lady.
Oprah  votes in Independent as I do, uses common sense to figure out who to vote for,  but still had to go and help this unknown to most of America win the GA governor election. For what reason I wonder, Oh yeah Oprah did mention it would be historical to have this lady win as the first black woman to be a governor in America. I get that but shouldn't people vote for the candidate's knowledge and experience instead of her skin color?
After thinking hard about this happening I concluded Oprah is either a history maker or racist. I gave her a pass when she wanted former President Obama to be President, I thought she probably knew him and of course you cheer for your friends. Now I am rethinking the reason she was for him, was it the color of his skin?
So here I was lying in my bed in the middle of the night wondering should I be voting on skin color and not on anything else after all I am 1% African in my DNA. Have I been voting for the wrong reasons for all my voting years?

As Time Goes By

These are the days of my life

When I was young I wondered why

Then as a teen I did my part

As a wife I wondered why

The day came when I knew

I had done my part

In middle age I was asked

How did you get so smart?

That man stole my heart

Then the day came

When I had to say goodbye

Again I wondered why

Now in my old age

I know I did my part

Now I am finding

That living alone

Is not so bad

Reliving the days of my life.

Tee 2018

A Mixed up heart

This morning started with good mornings from teo grand daughters while theyw aited for the school bus. 

Then sad because myy aunts obituary was  posted reminding me of my loss of a great lady.

Then I ran across a picture of my 7 living adult children, there is no greater love than my love for them.

A sad moment when I wished son Lee was with them, then Irealized he is in a better place.

Then I turned on FNS for the hearing for supreme court which in my mind is more important than congress or President, what I heard and saw was childish jabbering from a few liberals making a mockery of a for me serious hearing.

I turned it off and turned on Food and learned to put crumpled foil under pork chops, now I have to wait and see why.

Every night after prayers I do Tapping , for anyone having trouble sleeping or not letting mind slow down look this up, it works for me.

I have a hard time realizing I am old, physically limited and have to be careful of falling, I am a bit tippy ( not tipsy), simple things that can not be done are hard  for me to admit to be able to do.

I decided a conference text to all my children to give me a day so I am able to do more than I can now due to bad furniture arrangement.

I need to let go of my anger at things I can not help change or is it more like frustration 

My prayer list is getting pretty long so I take a minute  a few times 
during the day to pray for people that seem to have lost common sense and caring for others in a good way.

One thing I do miss is the very interesting people that I  interacted with on Multiply, loved the challenges.

Hope all has a nice day.

Lucky one

I realize I am a lucky one

Sometimes it takes years to see

Now I not only see but know

Unhappy, feeling alone

Growing was hard for me

I did not have nice clothes

Many times I was made fun of

Never had the chance for friends

Too many changes of schools

I did not have vacations

Brothers Dale and Mike

Made our summers magic

Sometimes food was scarce

Brothers Dale and Mike

Helped mom make sure we ate

Dale, Mike and Betty taught me to read

No one knew I could not see

One day someone noticed

My first day with glasses

Was amazing what was a blur

Clearly seeing what I had missed

Then I could see to read

And read I did

My grades went up

I could learn..

I am the lucky one

 For all of the people in my life

Taught me to think for myself

Dad said there is nothing you can’t do

Mom said, when people are talking

There always is something

They do not want you to know

Betty taught me style

Betty said Theresa you can write

 Thankfully Betty was right

Dale and Mike could draw,

They taught me it is just lines

They were right

We just never know

 The little things in life

Makes such a difference

Mom and dad made sure we learned

They said think for yourself

Believe none of what you hear

And half of what you see.

One day I realized the treasures

All the things my family had given me

Makes me realize I am the lucky one.

Tee2018

A part of life

Today has been a tough day, well lets say the month of August has also been tough.One of my favorite people  my aunt Alice age 91 passed on to God this morning , she went at peace and without pain. she was married to my dad's brother  Uncle  Conrad better known as uncle Coonie.I have no idea why he was called Coonie except that he was junior.

I got the  notice early this morning then went to FB and a woman I have never met wrote a very long hate filled comment on my post. It had nothing to do with my post. I answered her politely and explained how it pained me,because I was already deeply sad about my Aunt. Either her brain kicked in or FB deleted it.

Why is it some people are so filled with hate that they feel they have the right to say hateful trash  for other people to read. I do not get it. She wrote "You can throw bombs at me all you want", I am not even sure what she meant, I just said I do not throw bombs at anyone.

Thursday my cousin and I stopped and had coffee with another favorite cousin who is waiting to get to Mayo clinic for  diagnosis of pancreatic tumors are they cancer or not but it breaks my heart for him and his family. I guess when we age we will have these things happen to us but it seems my prayers at night include as many young children along with the elders.

Of course all of the stress is not helping my auto immune flare up of what the specialists are not decided on, but are treating with steroids,I do not believe that stress helps with flare ups. I am trying tapping to help relax and think it seems to help, I sure hope so.

My writing from Yesterday;

There is a time to cry
A time to laugh
A time to remember
A time for memories
A time to love
A time to mourn
A time for the final rest
A time when there is peace
A time to know love never dies.
Tee2018
 

My day is a hard one for me

I have been fighting autoimmune disorders for years, and My body is getting tired or is it my brain...I have no idea but I find myself wanting to cry today. Waking up in the middle of the night with my body in a flare cause extreme pain and discomfort was the start of it.
So many loved ones have passed on, some are fighting the cancer battle, some are losing themselves into the past.I pray every night,I find myself talking to God during the daytime lately also. I realized this morning something I had forgotten, God does answer prayers but sometimes the answer is no and I need to accept that. 
I am writing and fighting the grumpy state I seem to be in, coming to terms to the pain and the mental anguish and let God do what God is going to do. I am getting the urge to paint again but what is not quite there yet, hoping it will be soon coming...

As we go through the journey of our lives
There will be many forks in the road
Things will happen that test our strength
Just remember you never walk alone
There is always someone by your side

When the journey feels like too much
Let it go and let God

tee 

 

Blogger after Multiply

I see the same people here that I interacted with on Multiply and it puzzles me that there is no response from them on my posts. I hope its not political because would be childish, I hope its not that I am totally boring,If that is the case please tell me
I do live alone, call myself a hermit because of the lack of interacting with the world, my saving grace is blogging, Fb etc. I enjoy reading other posts, other ideas, other place and people..
I will  keep on writing as long as my old fingers and brain allow me to. So have a great day all of you out there in Blogger land!

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