Saturday afternoon saw me tapping into my inner child - I got out there and flew my Spongebob Squarepants kite, and had a Charlie Brown incident. Thankfully I rescued my kite from the evil clutches of the tree.But, oh boy, did flying my kite feel good, and carefree.
I got old again on Wednesday afternoon when I was called by (another) girlfriend to say that her mother had just passed away. Margot's mom was only diagnosed with (inoperable) cancer two weeks ago. Margot herself is a cancer survivor (almost 5 years), and her dad passed away around 10 years ago of stomach cancer.
I think I liked it better when I felt good and carefree.
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(((LJ))) We have decidely reached that age in life when parents and older friends begin dying. That doesn't make it easy. But I understand what you are experiencing.
On the other hand, I LOVE to fly kites. We had a contest one day, several years ago, to see who of us could get their kite up the highest. We lost sight of the guy's kite which took first place. It took FOREVER to reel the thing in and when it came down, it was covered in icicles!!! We were flying them on a COLD day in March!! :) LOL!!
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