slow pokey ....

so yesterday after i wrote my blog i decided i had better copy it and save it in my writing folder on my desktop because u know if i ever die someone might get a kick out of reading what sometimes feels more like a journal entry than a blog, but whatever. at any rate, i was wondering if i had saved the last few blogs, so i went searching through the folder to see what titles were there (and believe me there r a lot of titles -- some of which never made it to the blog site), only to discover that there were MANY that had not been saved. I spent the next hour or so opening, copying and saving them all -- all the way back to January of 2009.

i don't know what prevented me from saving them as i did them -- that would have been a much easier and less time consuming task and in the past, i would have been all for easier and less time consuming. lately, it seems like i just saunter -- like an old slow pokey turtle -- my way through life and don't really pay a whole heck of a lot of attention to the amount of time i'm at something and that is a tad worrisome on one front. its not that i can't push myself (because i can), its just that i don't want to. i want to take it all slowly and enjoy the moments -- even the seemingly mundane ones.

yesterday a friend stopped by to lend me her teeny tiny philips head screwdrivers to see if i could fix my daughters digital camera (i couldn't and that's a subject for another day/blog). we had seen each other briefly the day before when i took my daughter (with said broken camera) to the town where my friend lives to take photos for her photography class. my friend and i have kept in touch through facebook, but we don't get to see each other often because her schedule is crazy nuts. so its nice when we do, however, we spend a lot of time "catching up" and then talking about our spiritual journeys.

yesterday was no exception. but some where around 7:30 my daughter wandered downstairs and announced that it was 7:30 and that she was starving. i hadn't told her to hole herself up in her room, but she had and i hadn't realized the time because my friend and i were so engaged in talking. it was just another example of letting what's gonna happen, happen and enjoying the now of the moment.

maybe its something that happens as we age -- idk. maybe its our way of making life last longer since it appears more and more fleeting as we get older. but i have to say that not having a real job these last two+ years and spending more and more time with papa god has just made me stop and smell the roses -- so to speak -- more often than not. it probably frustrates my daughter because she's at the other end of life and, as such, wants things to pop pop pop ... luckily, she will be going off to college in the fall and won't have to deal with her slow pokey dottering old mama the majority of the time ....