Feelin’ like a kid again

Stayed up ’til 2 AYE EMM!!!! Talking to a GURL!!!!  LOL   

That ‘gurl’ ain’t a girl anymore: she is very much a lady these days, and the name of ‘Lady Starlight’ should probably be ‘SuperNova’ now.   Starlight sticks though, jus’cuz.

Yeah,, we sat up chatting till 2 and then the yawns were overcoming the grins and it was well past time to call it a night.  

Memories, SOoooooo many memories.  Names long forgotten, some willfully so, but some, just lost in time,,, 

And I was still up at 7 (thats sleepin’ in for me!) and now pouring the coffees, and adding an extra shot of espresso to the mix: NOX for the body.  

Has a party to attend this eve: Godson Bub graduated Kindergarten and his ‘rents invited all of his adult friends over,,, Excuses to get together ourselves really, but hey, take it when you can get it.  We certainly do not see enough of each other these days.   LIfe gets in the way too often.   Teenager: someone that has to schedule responsibility.  Adult: someone that has to schedule in friendships.    Sad but true,,,,

One memory that comes back to me after last nights chats.   There was a time where I had memory for mad numbers.   Phone numbers then since we didn’t have that little rolodex/phone at our fingertips.   I had a pair of hightops, the white canvas types, and I jotted down all the numbers there once.  Covered the entirity of both shoes (and my handwriting is minute!   Used to drive my creative writing teacher NUTZ!)

These days,,,  I can think of FIVE,,, (and no, I haven’t memorized Lady’s, YET,,,) (and three of those five are immediate family)  but its not because I don’t know that many people,,, Only because I have become so much more selective in WHOM I allow in my innerspheres.   Those that wish to join, damn near need to fill out an application, endure a weekend long interview process, and subject themselves to microscopic background checks these day.  LOL    I get it now, though when my dad said something similar back in the day, I was all ‘yeah! Right!’,,,,   we so thought we knew it all.  

So glad I know I don’t’ know it all now: and, more importantly, know I don’t know.  

Still as curious as a Kat though.  Always pokin’ my nose in little rabbit holes, looking, questioning, chasin’ the ghosts of knowledge.   Granma Wright once told me, “The day you stop learnin’ is the day you start dying” and I never forgot that.  That woman had more wisdom in her, and I do regret that we didn’t get more time together before she passed back over into the cloud.

Can’t rewrite history like that though, can we?   

Oh, but we have (almost) full control over our futures.  (almost, except for those busybodies that wanna tell us what we can and can’t do,,,,  I say, Piss’em off and do it anyways!  Nothing more satisfying than proving yourself right in the face of adversity.)

We can’t re-write history by ourselves, but getting together with those from your past, you might find that history was not all as it seemed to you then.    I know some of the things we chatted about last night brought new facets of personal history to light for me.    Didn’t have a clue that Lady Starlight was good friends with my first GF.   Don’t ever recall a mention from either about the other before last night.

We don’t know it all, can never know it all: far to much information for these little microprocessors in the cranium to process and keep organized.   (From estimates, we are subjected to terabytes of information on the daily, we retain mere kilobytes.  Our filters that we develop over time restrict the flow to managable levels: when was the last time you were subjected to loud noises and didn’t realize it until after the fact?   You filtered it out(down) until after the fact and found your ears were ringing,,)

OK,,, nuff with the early Satyrday rambles,,, need to get me arse to the lake and visit my church before the Seadoo hooligans wake up.

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