friendship

I have been pondering that word alot lately and what it "means". Means to whom? Me? Who else since meanings of everything are at the deciphering of the individual along with perceptions and opinions, etc. etc. Does friendship require a steady meeting of the minds or can people go for long periods without seeing or talking to each other? Does physical distance matter? Is it necessary for friends to agree on everything or almost everything or does a spark of difference keep things interesting? I've thought of long ago friends and wondered, are we still friends if we haven't ever "officially" ended the relationship?? I've thought of people I've been friendly with who differ from me in almost every way, particularly politically, and wonder if we can continue being friendly with such fundamental differences. I've been very close to people I've lived near and drifted apart after I've moved far away. I have much to ponder here and it's important to me, my friends are vital to me...they're part of my family. To be continued...

Weird to see my husband laid up and in pain. He's usually never still, always moving, working, fixing, building, talking, a major putzer...NOT putz...putzer..a big difference. After reconstructive foot surgery he's been taken down, but he'll be back up in a few weeks. He's going to take this time to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up. One of my goals as well. I realized the other day, after a half century of living, that I have really never had a job I've enjoyed (and I've had many). That's pathetic, yes?

mother and daughter

grandson, Jules

my boys

I've been thinking the past days about the death of John Travolta's son (and Kelly Preston's as well, of course). I'm thinking of how sheltered and protected he was all of his days and how, no matter how hard we parents try, we can never do enough to protect our offspring from all "evil" and, ultimately, from death, and am sure any loving parent would never wish to outlive their child. I can only imagine the deep, soul-shattering pain that family is going through now. I know a bit about Scientology and wonder if Jett had been taking any meds...probably not. It was one of the ways his parents most likely protected him, and they did so very well for 16 years. I'm sure they'll be greeted with controversy from the general public, the ones who feel their belief system is "over the top", and it's o.k. to feel that way, too. I personally think Scientology is a cult, and most of the people are duped into getting into it and become slaves to it (except the ones who have the money to live their lives in freedom). Anyway, that's neither here nor there. I'm just sending along my thoughts and prayers for the family of Jett Travolta with a prayer, of course, that I never have to experience what they're going through....

I should say that the title of this blog could be slightly misleading. Perhaps it should say Me and The People Who Mean the Most to me....although that could be misleading as well, since I might, on occasion, write about people who don't mean a damn thing to me. Anyway, I wouldn't want to convey the image that I feel I own anyone. I'm sure my children would have a thing or two to say about that at any rate. I guess the "Mine" part of the title could just simply refer to my world..yep, that would suffice nicely.

Me and Mine

Here I sit with my first pure white empty page of...possiblities. Just like sitting in front of a blank square of paper in a sketch book. My intentions are always so high. This opportunity to start a blog shot out at me today whilst online and, being something I'd thought about before several times, thought I'd at least set it up and begin the process. So, here I am....setting up, exploring. Wondering if anyone on earth would like to read my thought processes, look at my photos, etc.etc. I guess, maybe, I'll find out.....