Thoughts of a tired mind

The time change is a bitch. I thought getting up at 3:45 was bad enough, but now that my body thinks it's 2:45, it's much worse...........
on a happy note...
Spring has arrived, and with, 1000 things to get done. Minus all the things that work has us doing these days, from trail rides to bar remotes every weekend, there's the garden aspect, the puppy to play with, the tan to get, the hammock time, road trips, beer to be consumed...whew, like I said, alot to do. Gerdie is just such a doll, by the way. She's growing every day, and starting her puppy classes soon. Where did the time go? Before I start sounding like a mom, let me just say how cute she was when I was working in the garden all weekend, chasing the squirrels, digging with me, just too much.
I got out some old cds that I LOVE the other day. It's been a while since I've listened to them, and I missed them. Texans, or those who have been enlightened, will know the originality of Texas Music. There's nothing like it. It is, by far, the life blood of the great state that I love. It is my way of connecting with my home, no matter where I happen to be. I broke out some of my old Pat Green cd's, Lyle Lovett, and some Asleep at the Wheel. I got my jeep out of the shed, took the top off, and started the tunes. I was breathless for a moment when all the memories of those songs came rushing back. I cried a little on "Threadbare Gypsy Soul" by Pat Green from many years ago. I remember a time when my 2 best friends and I were drinking beer, singing along with that song, headed to the creek, and I was sad for a moment that this summer would be so different. My friends have moved on with their lives, or at least managed to navigate in different directions. For a moment, I missed them, and wondered how they were. I opened a long neck bottle of Miller Light, and toasted them, wherever they are. I realized that those old cd's were much like my memories of them, worn, missing a few lines because of the skip in the song, but loved just the same. And maybe like those songs, my memories will always be precious, though not as good as when we were there.
In my attempt to grow in my own dirt, to make my life the place I want to be, I have firmly grasped ( hee, hee, she said grasped) the ideal that I am happy without a distinct plan. I don't have a 5 year lay out, and I'm ok with that. I want to cover all the things on above list, to get that garden finished, to see my puppy grow, and make sure I don't miss the good things along the way. Finding that balance isn't easy, but I do think it's possible.

I didn't realize I was in such a pensive mood when I sat down, but apparently it was there, and needed some air. I wouldn't stand too close. You might get some on you!!