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Ah – there you are. Come in – come in so we can close the door and keep this precious heat inside. Did you get caught in that small wave from the sky that just passed by? The radio said that it was just a preview of the storm coming. Very soon, heavy rain and high winds will be upon us. About this time of year, we always get one great blow. It shakes out the last of the leaves that need to fall and almost always shakes loose any dead branches and we can normally count on finding a few trees toppled from the combination of the wet soil and high winds causing some aged trees to call it quits. I almost always go out after the big blow to make sure our long driveway is not blocked by a downed sycamore. I really should get my dad’s old chainsaw checked because one of these days. . .
This has been another busy week at work, leaving me little time to think about Christmas or anything else for that matter and certainly no writing which, if I allowed it, would make me cranky. Since this would unjustly torture my family, I avoid it, but it gnaws at my innards some.
But – the weekend has arrived and my work only rarely interferes with my days off, so I’m thrilled to share a few minutes with you, offer a variety of warm drinks and, I’d have to check, but I think the kids left a bit of pancake batter, so yes, I can offer you a couple of our family’s signature carrot-corn pancakes with real maple syrup of course. Even if you’re not hungry, you really should try one. This recipe has converted many who claimed they did not like pancakes.
So, what’s happening worthy of discussion? Do you recall Maria asking us about our home towns? This topic has been bouncing around my skull ever since. So much of how I grew up, the friends I had, the hills and trees I climbed, the family I had around me all came together like a spontaneous concert of random acts and events that molded the soft clay of who I started as and made me. I still own all the choices and mistakes I made, but if I had been raised somewhere different, the array of choices and certainly the friends I hung around with all would have been different. So, it makes sense, at least to me, that all these different choices and influences would have made a different me. Okay, but since we can only examine actual history and effects, this is only worth so much because we are all limited to but one history.
None of us get to know for sure what would have happened if we had decided to date or not date that one person from our past that we’ve always wondered “what if?” about, or some event that we attended only because we had nothing better to do at the time, but changed us substantially in the long run. What if mom and dad needed us to babysit that evening instead. . . ? We can’t know for certain, can we, because any possible alternate history is only fiction rooted in a situation that was very real, but led us along whatever path ultimately became reality.
After High School I moved around a lot compared to how I was raised. We only stayed in the house I was born in for 2 years, so I don’t recall anything about it, and my second home was home until I moved out at age 19 and in the next 5 years, I had 4 different homes and wildly different groups of formative friends and adventures. By age 25, I had another new home, a wife, an exciting new life with new friends again and a still-wide world to explore.
Today is the 39th anniversary of the day I married that girl and 18 years since we and our children moved back closer to my family and about a 20 minute drive to that second home I grew up in. It’s fun to mentally tinker with some of the “what ifs”, but frankly, I’m so blessed by how my life turned out that there are few things I would change (outside of a few screw-ups that I would not repeat).
Did you move around much when you were young? If yes, I’ll bet would agree that each move gave you a certain freedom to instantly become someone you really wanted to be but somehow couldn’t while surrounded by your previous friends and environment. I always found that friends, without planning to do so, resisted me changing, and it was always easier to not rock the boat. But when I moved, almost all expectations were reset and I could introduce my new and improved self and be the current me, free from anyone’s expectations.
I have come to realize that most of the best things that happened to me have been the people I got to hang with along the way, thus I treat almost all new acquaintances as potential future adventure partners. Is that going to be you, or am I your next adventure partner? Hmmmm.
Thanks for stopping by. I’ve trapped several of the background stories to some of the above. If you would like to sit and just enjoy a fun read while I tidy up, I’d love to share the following with you: