I was driving taking a trip to Michigan. As usual, I used my GPS, which has a very nice male British voice; you know the secret agent type. I noticed that I needed to get gas and since I was not familiar with the area, I asked the nice female personality that is part of my smart phone where the closest gas station was. I witnessed a verbal altercation that was relentless in determination and fervor.
The male navigator, who I have affectionately named Tom was insisting that I turn around…repeatedly. At the the same time the sophisticated and calm female of my cell phone was directing me to go the opposite way. Winding my way through a small hamlet, this debate continued for several miles. Then there was the moment when I no longer could see the interstate in my rearview mirror and there was not any signs posted along the road that indicated the a village was just ahead when memories of my children flooded into my head.
I heard, “Turn around when possible.”
“Turn around when possible.”
“You have reached your destination.”
However, in my head, I remembered, “He’s on my side.”
“He has my spaceship,” an in unison they pleaded, “MOM!”
When I finally reached the gas station, I filled my car with fuel and the two quieted for few minutes. Then as I began to return to the interstate, the two came to an agreement that I was going in the right direction.
They were both quiet for the next 40 miles.
I read a posting today that inspired the question of what to do about my social media and email accounts. I remember after my mother’s funeral trying to figure out what to do let alone care about all of my mother internet accounts were not my priority at the time. Yet, from time to time, I still see her name pop up on a genealogy forum and I laugh. There is not much I can do about it at this point, I do not see it doing any harm, I may be wrong. I know that eventually all her accounts will be archived on someone’s mainframe and servers or just float in the “clouds” or in cyberspace.
As for my own accounts I guess I will add it to my “to do” list and add those wishes with directions to be included with my will. I am sure that my children will just love me for it. At least I already keep an excel file of all my accounts and passwords, that will help. Nevertheless, what is a person to do with all the electric/digital files? Back in the day, it was what to do with all the paper and believe me my mother left a forest of genealogy. Will the kids, future grand kids, or any future generation care about the work that my mother and I did to preserve the family history or will it be deleted as my computer is reformatted. I can only hope and pray that all these records will be saved to the most current storage device and not lost.
In one of my newsletters, this morning it was mentioned “cremation boulders.” I did a search and apparently, it is becoming very popular. Incasing your ashes in stone is certainly different. I have never considered having my ashes sealed inside of a rock. I wonder what would happen to the rock. Would be then sacred and revered or would it be tossed into the depths of the deep blue sea. Would it be eventually through the course of time, eons from the present, would make its way into a grand mountain range or accidently crushed in a quarry creating foundations of a damn or a building reaching high into the sky. From dust we are created and dust we will return but is that what the Creator wanted us to do with the remains of dears ones? I am still undecided but for the time being, I believe the traditional method is fine for now.
Wow, it has been a while since I posted, sorry about that. It seems lately I just have not had too much time to do projects that I would like to do for myself, but alas, family obligations have stepped in the way. Do not get me wrong, I do not mind, it just it leaves little time for the projects and the little things that I have wanted to do.
I joke with my husband and say that I have no time to be working at a real paying job because I doing all this other “stuff”. However, on the other side of that statement, I do have a job interview and I would much rather work and be paid for my efforts. It would certainly help the household budget.
The job market is very frustrating. I am an educated, trained, and have real world experiences but at my age, it is difficult. My resume is “fractured” I been told; meaning that because of my history a frequently moving because accompanying my first husband during his military career it damaged my career or the attempt of having a career.
Wish me luck.
One of my ongoing projects is to downsize and let go of the many “things” that my husband and I have accumulated through years that are simply just taking up space in the house. Today’s target is getting rid of some books. I found this place online called Books for Africa. I highly recommend it and here is the internet address: www.booksforafrica.org
I sent several text books and religious books that fit their requirements. I have a house full of books and they are just sitting around. I am looking for people and places to donate the books. I will share my progress on this project as I go.
Molly’s Magazine will be a blog that will have a variety of different topics. Just as the name implies, a magazine that will have stories, essays, pictures, opinions on subjects like genealogy, cleaning the house, gardening, kids, or whatever projects I may be working on at the time. I am hoping that writing these ideas of these projects and thoughts and opinions will be something that may be of interest to others. I have had many people comment to me that I should start writing a blog and expand on the different posts that I share on another social media site. It seems that I have an interesting perspective on different subjects, whether it be politics, the military, or church related items. I do hope that people will subscribe to my blog. Therefore, today I begin with this first entry and I will start writing short postings of my activities. I hope not to bore anybody but my postings will be lighthearted and easy to read and I will try to keep it short and to the point. I do encourage comments and I hope that we can share our thoughts together.