Did I ever mention that I am a mom of two sons, aged 23 and 19. Those sons would be Joe and Davis and I am a stranger to them beyond being their “mother.” When the boys were young they belonged to me. But now I am  almost erased. They occasionally show small expressions of respect and love, but for the most part they think I exist to serve. Damn, who could have given them that idea? I must say, that I am a total idiot. As a mother I gave myself totally to them, and I grew through doing that. But, I somewhere dropped the ball, because they don’t seem to have any respect for me, nor do they want to learn anything about me or what I care for. I wonder how other moms feel. I know some mothers who have moved away from their children in their own life paths, and I have felt them less for that. But, who is the fool? I think perhaps it is I.

stuff we never notice

Last night before bed I took  Boofy out. The moon was not quite full, but it was so bright I thought about the line in The Night Before Christmas that goes “the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below.” It was almost like daytime and it gave me kind of a creepy feeling. I saw the shadows cast by the moonlight on the pine trees right in front of my feet on the snowy street. The brightness must have something to do with the reflection of the moon on the snow.

I’m 52 years old and have lived here in the same place for the last 12 years. I can’t imagine that I have never seen anything like this before and that leads me along the path to another point. Do you think that you can see the same thing many times and not notice it until some moment that was “meant to be” or is it random?

Maybe just an “inquiring mind” will lead one to more visual adventure. That is sad for people who are sad or depressed, or just preoccupied with daily junk who walk through “the amazing” without noticing. That leads me to another thought about degrees. We are all probably like that to a certain degree. When we are sad or preoccupied we miss the good stuff that comes our way. Which brings me to Love. You know how beautiful the world is when you are in the throes of new love. The air is fresher, butterflies fly past you, puppies and babies are exceptionally cute and the one you love is stinky or clumsy and is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

So I guess last night was just a bonus for me and I’m glad that I was jostled just right by where I was to notice moon shadows on the snow. Thanks.

Welcome to the Cat Box

Hey, what do you think about the “new media” that everyone is talking about. I have to say that I think we are finally honoring the original intent of the Internet. No, no, I don’t mean when the Department of Defense started it. I mean when regular people got involved and a vision of pure unbridled communication blossomed. Well, here we are finally. The Internet is not just for selling Beannie Babies!!!! It is for sharing and learning about each other.

Back to the “new media.” People have to give things such trite names, don’t they? The new media is blogs, Facebook, Digg, del.icio.us, and the like. Some power hungry bloggers get all hot to be known as an “influential blooger,” but that shit just seems to be stuck on certain individuals. I myself, love to put my favorite things on my del.icio.us account. Most of the stuff up there is about NXTbook, but not all. Go see what I am thinking about at http://del.icio.us/stonecat.

Don’t leave me out here all by myself, please. Share a little of you with me!