Life observations, humor, and the occasional pearl of wisdom.
I observe. A lot.
Older sister, Jackie, tells me I think too much, have too many ideas, and would I stop spouting off already. Seems I make her head spin. She’s my best friend, so she says it with humor.
Most of the time.
The two younger siblings think it’s best to stay quiet on the subject—of me. Although the older we get the more they feel free to spout off. What’s up with that?
My brain moves quickly. What can I say? Our mother said that I started asking why at age three and never stopped. I accept that truism.
I have ideas to improve what is and why something else isn’t the way that (I think) it should be. (Jackie says that only I think every idea is an improvement.) In other words, why can’t this thing be this way? Sigh.
Back to Real Life
I married a man who tends to find me entertaining more often than he finds me irritating. Unlike Jackie, he hasn’t told me to stop speaking already. Maybe when he knows me for fifty years, he’ll feel differently. Except, okay, when we’re on a road trip (500 miles or 5), I make non-stop observations. Suddenly Sirius radio is more interesting than my babbling.
Which Brings Me Back to My First Statement
I observe all the time and ask questions about what I observe. It’s not being judgmental that makes me ask. I desire to know, to understand what I’m seeing. Don’t take offense if something I jabber about strikes you wrong. I’m never mean on purpose, but I do screw up. Educate me. Please.
There you have it—read on if you want to, but if the ride I’m on drives you nuts, I warned you.
** Read more about RoseMary Griffith’s siblings, Just Call Me Dots
