Memories

I will begin this post by saying, please do not judge. Hahaha..

This weekend I had big plans.  Clean the house, basement and sort/begin to wrap what Christmas presents I have purchased.  Well that did not go as planned.  I began by finishing up a present, I had been working on, while watching a movie.  (I moved my sewing table to 4 feet from the basement TV!)  This followed by me thinking.. Ummm I could watch another movie while I wrap.  After checking things out I decided on Magic Mike XXL.  I just wanted something that took no thinking and would be entertaining.

Well I got more than I bargained for.  As the movie progressed, I began to think of my carefree days.  You know the ones where you woke up on Friday and decided that you would rather visit a friend in a city 6 hours away than stay home this weekend. In those days I was single and working the night shift, 6 pm until 3 am.  I would grab a bag and after work, hit the road, getting there when she got up Saturday AM.  Those were the days.

Yes, this movie brought on a bit of nostalgia.  Watching the “male entertainers” take a trip of comradery, made me think of my childhood friends. My “wild” twenties.  In my twenties, I worked hard and played medium. Hahahaa.  Some may say otherwise but I like to think I still maintained some decorum.  I have been caught in a few compromising positions in my time.  But hey that only added to the fun!

I got thinking of friends of the past.  I grew up in an age when we no longer had pen pals on paper but chatted in the on-line world.  Yes, I was an IRC chick.   I spent a great deal of time chatting on the channels.  These friendships across the miles gave me an insight into things I never would have experienced otherwise.  I have even had the pleasure of meeting some in person.

Then I got to thinking about now.  DH and I live in a constant wave of grief coupled by stress.  However, we need for our own sakes to pull back to those days of the carefree.  We have to re-write what would be our future.  Life made different choices for us.  WAIT!  I never wrote a thing in my 20’s.  I had the basic plans.  I worked 2 jobs and looked after the important things and that left my play time to be mine.  Perhaps that is how I need to look at our 40’s!

My 40’s will once again be my playground.  DH and I are heading out-of-town for the old lady birthday.  Looking ahead this week I think we will be exercising some of this carefree crap! Hahahaa..  We have the basics covered.  A place to sleep what else do we need!  Just each other.

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4 responses

  1. I hope you have a wonderful weekend away embracing the carefree crap that is our lives without children. I say crap because I know it’s not what either of us what right now in our lives. I know our situations are different but at the same time I know that this carefree crap is something we are both working really hard to accept and make the most of because it is what it is and we simply cannot change it as easily as either of us would like.

    October 19, 2015 at 11:03 am

    • Jo

      Could not have said it any better! I will raise to toast to both of us this weekend. I agree this is not the carefree crap we would have envisioned however through no fault of our own we are forced to accept. It is so very nice to have others to share these thoughts and feelings with who truly understand. ❤

      October 19, 2015 at 11:22 am

  2. Do it!!!! You both deserve some carefree indulgent time together.

    October 19, 2015 at 2:16 pm

    • Jo

      Thank ya thank ya.. Heading off to pack. I shall resurface later on the weekend!! Hahaha

      October 21, 2015 at 5:28 pm

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