Category: Life

Just a Ditch Witch.

DitchWitchLocatorIsn’t it funny how sometimes just one thing I see can make my memories come back from more than fifteen year ago?  A Ditch Witch. They are a fantastic piece of machinery for directional boring. But that does not have anything to do with this post. It’s the memories that go along with this that make me smile. Makes me smile for absolutely no reason except for the person associated with them. There are some memories that I have that I think about every day—the sound of his voice that I can still hear in my head, the fact that I could pick his hands out of a lineup, and the sound of a piece of heavy machinery. All these things I remember every single day—and have for more than 15 years. And then one day, there he is.

With the same voice, the same hands and the same love of big equipment. What do you say to someone you haven’t seen or spoken to in many, many, many years. I guess I said “hello”. Now, I’m not so sure. I can remember sounds, smells and feelings from more than 15 years ago, but I can’t remember what I said when the phone rang less than a week ago. But I do know I smiled.
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Not technical writing.

I made a facebook post today that mentioned I would be writing (along with other things) today and an old friend asked me what kind of writer I am, because she was a writer too. It made me realize that I hadn’t written here in quite some time. I do some technical writing quite often, but only occasionally do I write for fun. Sometimes I don’t know if this is fun or not, but I do know it is cheaper than therapy. I also know that I write better when I am upset. I think it is because I am afraid to share the happy moments of my life for fear that they may disappear.

I think I should make an effort to share some of the more personal things in my life here. For now, all I will say is that I am happy, and leave it at that. Maybe next time I will explain all the details.
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Cleaning out my closet.

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I recently blocked ALOT of people from my Facebook profile. I don’t hate these people. It was just time to break all ties. I don’t need to know what’s going on in their lives and they don’t need to be in mine.

One of my friends compared this to cleaning out my closet. As I clean out my closet I get rid of clothes and shoes that don’t fit, are out of style or are just plain wore out. I think I have done this with people recently. Some friends just don’t fit into my life anymore. It may be that their lives include things that just don’t fit me. Maybe they lead a different lifestyle from mine that just doesn’t fit me. Others may still be the same as they have been for the past twenty years, and I’m not. Their style is just not mine anymore. And of course there are those people who have just worn me out. I don’t have time in my closet for their drama, so I have thrown them out. There is another category-The “What was I thinking when I bought this” t-shirt. It looked so good at the store, but when I got it home I just sat in the closet with the tags still on it. People can be like that too. I may have thought they were great at first, but when I let them in my life, I saw them in an entirely different life.

Of course my old friends, like my favorite pair of sweats and a t-shirt have their permanent place in my closet.
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