Five-Minute Friday...REMEMBER

"Remember that time when......?"  And then you can just fill in the blank.   Sometimes it draws gales of laughter, sometimes it elicits tears.  But always it is a reminder of....back when.  Back before we were us.

Remembery, as my kidlets used to call it, is what hold us together.  It joins us with ourselves.  It connects us with our families, our friends, our churches, even with our country.  It is our common-ness.  It is what makes us who and what we are.

True, we have only the moment.  It's a really odd thing if you stop to consider that while we are always in the present, the present lasts only an instant.  And the future might never be, so that leaves the past as the main event.  We are where and who we are because of where we were.

Old friends are gold, and our siblings are part and parcel with ourselves, because after all is done, what we are is what we remember.

Five-Minute Friday...REST

When my kidlets were growing up, one of our favorite books was Rest, Rabbit, Rest.  I just loved how Rabbit had his schedule all planned out to the minute.  I wanted mine to be like that.  Alas, it didn't work out for me.

If you are like Rabbit, a red-blooded American with a work ethic and a Type-A personality, Rest is....well, uh, a four-letter word.  People like Rabbit make people like me feel like SLUGS.

I think my problem, apart from being a laid-back, Type-B personality, is that I am far too easily distracted.  My thoughts wander, first down this Rabbit trail, and then that one, till the next thing I know I don't even know what I set out to do.

Like now, for instance.  I started out writing about Rest, but now I'm on to my meandering mind.

To get back on the topic, I find that Rest is highly underrated.  (Is that an oxymoron?)  Rest is underappreciated in this busy world that we live in.  There are so many more important things to do.

There is soooo much that needs to be done.  The relentless necessities of survival, ie the laundry, cooking, gardening, shopping.  Then there is the job in order to facilitate the aforementioned.  And of course we like to have a little fun.

But sometimes only Rest will do.  Some days, like yesterday, I got up feeling lousy and went from the bed to the couch where I spent most of the day sleeping.  And today I am only slightly more energetic.  Today I am Resting to recover from Resting all day yesterday. 

All the Rest of the chores...they can wait.

Five-Minute Friday....HOME

Home is it.

Today home is a cozy winter day.  Rain drizzling outside, a fire crackling in the fireplace, a roast in the crockpot, coffee in my cup, and the murmur of the tv from the living room where the Man is happily playing on his laptop.

Home isn't always this way.  Some days it's texts from the girls.  This one's kid is throwing up, that one's dog is sick.  It could be a text from one of the boys.  Maybe a report that the girl standing next to him in airborne school is named Bertha...a throwback to a very different time indeed.

Sometimes home is a breezy spring morning sitting outside on the swing talking on the phone to my most highly favored cousin or my baby sister.  Laundry is blowing on the clothesline, later to be made into a bed smelling of fresh air and sunshine.

Home is here.  Home is now.  It's a memory.  It's a dream.  Home is everything.  It's as good as it ever gets.