It's been a little while since I've blogged, or at least feels like it when you are use to blogging nearly everyday.
I guess its just a phase, like most things, but I will try to blog more often, cuz really its my venting grounds and grounds for the exchange of thoughts and ideas, not only between myself and my life but other fellow bloggers.
It's funny, I was visiting Vishwa's blog only moments ago, and I do have to say that I was inspired to blog, even if what i speak of is a bit insignificant, etc....but at least I'm blogging, ya know??
So, yes,...what I have been up to as of late...Ive been studying up on Adobe Illustrator and now I am looking for a really cool Beatles pic to vector-up! Right now, there is a bit of a struggle for that, since I am a bit picky when it comes to which one I want to try first, but if I am unable to start on it today, I think I will sketch in my artbook instead.
Jassen and I have started something good for us, which is walking. We walked 4 miles yesterday! 1 mile was to pick up a few packages at the post office and to get some mcdonalds brekkie.:-p and then later on, we walked 3 miles to Enfield, did a little bit of grocery shopping and then got a drink at Krispy Kremes. I know..I know....the "prizes" at the end of our treks are not the healthiest of things, but hey, we pretty much burnt off our supper, building our endurance and stamina, and making our legs stronger...so, there are many more pluses than negatives.
While at Krispy Kremes, an older woman and her family were helping her into the store. My intial thought was my grandfather. I know,, how greedy of me, but the situation that was in front of my eyes, it just threw me back 10 years. My grandfather was a good guy. He lived with my family: my mom, dad, and sister, so he was apart of my life up into my high school years. I forgot how old he was when he passed but he was either 89 or 90, born in 1908 and died Dec. 3rd, 3 weeks before his birthday. He was rather healthy until he had a stroke. He walked everyday, everywhere, didnt have a licence, loved gardening, stamp collecting, the Cubs, his family, making things like shelves, and little debbies snacks!
The thing is, by blood, we werent related, but I thought so until about 14 when at the dinner table my Dad said otherwise. Apparently, my grandfather "adopted" my dad when he turned 18, because his real dad wasnt in the scene. Maybe not necessarily due to not wanting to be there, but because of other factors that involved my grandmother(also passed). So, somewhere out there, maybe still alive is my blood related grandfather. I call him the sperm donor that aided in my existance, cuz without that dude, I wouldnt be here like this.:-p
But yes, I found out that we werent related and it was a weird thing to digest. It didnt make me love him any less, but it was just one of those things.:-/ It is strange that he is gone, but I still feel him around. His energy is around.
*sighs*
1 comment:
Jen,,,that was an interesting thought about your granpa---feeling kinda weird to know that you aren't related to him by blood. I remember you wrote about him in your early blogging days.
My granpa was my favourite when i was a kid, but as i grew up, he became kinda distant and more spiteful. I felt nothing when he passed away, but now i feel bad for not feeling sorrowful for his death.
My nephews and nieces are very much attached to their grandpa--that is, my dad. Maybe tomorrow, my kid will also develop that kind of attachment. It's fascinating to observe their equation-- how the kids feel more at ease and close to aged people and how the grandparents relive their childhood through the kids.
Your writing--as spontaneous as ever.
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