Observations..

Rain. And s'more rain. River up. Enuff perty please, think we're caught up. Play ball.

Like people watching. Trying to "think/live from their shoes." Sometimes they don't fit, but interesting nonetheless.

Was visiting with very good friend, discussing someone, I forget who.. Yapping of the demeanor of friends/people in public. So-and-so is outgoing. You (my friend) are outgoing. I'm really not outgoing. "Yeah, you're more into observation." It's twue, it's twue, it's reahwy twue. Better thought a fool. Listen more, talk less.

Wish (kinda) I could say the same behind the keyboard. I really don't enjoy observing someone in a down situation when not handled well. (Hey, been there myself.) BUT, REALLY enjoy seeing someone in a down situation fighting that bastard with smiles, positive attitude. Lady at work battling cancer - THE BEST. I love her attitude.

I've noticed kids are resilient. Of course, normally 'get well', as quick as they get sick. Noticed too, tears can be replaced by smiles in no time. Like puppies, exuberant, happy to all - and it takes aging before learning 'some ain't real happy/fun.' That's sad (just an observation.)

Seing friends, from yesteryear - in WalMart, gas station, Piggy Wiggly - that initial smile when the eyes meet speaks volumes - congers up old times, memories, and very briefly turns one back into 12, 17, 21 or 30. A very nice feel, way to walk life's path (again).

Pets. Loyal. Ok, dogs moreso than cats but cats too are of the Fifty Shades ilk. You don't own/control them... rather they, you. If only husbands, wives, family members, coworkers greeted one another at the door the way hounds do (or the way a smile child does)- divorce statistics would drop, family quarrels would be minimized - office tension would lower.

Just an observation - maybe we could learn from kids/hounds.

Money doesn't buy happiness (suppose it couldn't hurt though, damn I'd like to find out.) Kissing never gets old. We all are human.

Overheard a young lady addressing her/hubby's recent travails - and how they're doing online counseling (never hearda sucha thing) "and it's really been helping." Me, the one who normally sits/observes, bolted out with "Well GOOD for you! Most give up too easily - kudos!"

One time, long ago, a friend (probably a drunk one) sent me a message "you should consider writing a book." Ha! Just an observation, but these goofy blogs go allover the place. My train of thought lasts about as long as the mailman at a mailbox. At work, diligently working on a task.. buddy comes over to tell me something that happened in their weekend... finish story.. and I can't remember whatinthehell task I was even doing. Chapters? IN ORDER? There's gotta be a pattern here? No thanks, I'll continue to blog here and jump allover the place.

Facebook is a rather nice quilt. Weaves the past, present, future. Provides laughter, showing off little tykes, Group sites of those same age, or interest, where you know what you say will be kinda sorta private, and even a Swap and Shop to sell your $200 used purse. Whointhehell would pay $200 for a used purse? Just an observation.

I'm rambling. I do that - here, but not in public. Upon rare occasion, I can recall/relate a funny story from the past - but I'm way more comfy simply observing, enjoying the vivacity of others.

Gotta run now. Ok, Ok, I know at age 62 it's really not called running. I'd better go now, there, how's that? Big night of observing planned tonight. I will enjoy watching the smiles, trying to figure out what makes 'that one' (or 'that one') perk, and perhaps occasionally (but very briefly) leave my observation 'tower', come from rightfield, and hopefully payback friends with a laugh they/life has provided me.

Not so much into "I hate Mondays", "Come on 5-O'clock", "I've GOT to go to my kid's (soccer, softball, baseball, volleyball, etc game).. no, you "GET" to go. I love love love my dadgum friends that always beat me to the punch with "how are you doing?" I love positive sayings. Sometimes I can be so wimpy, I even love Ned Yost. (Footnote, everything he's touched of late HAS turned to gold.)

Just an observation. A life full of observation. Love, Victurd.