UPDATE::: IVY got approved for her treatment. She is going to be well. VERONICA DID IT!! 1100 people signed that petition. And the appeal was approved. Well Done Veronica!!
Look!!! An award from the lovely Nan Sheppard of Things I've Found In Pockets.
The last time somebody gave me an award was a real agony - Sophie's Choice, if you will. Five people. Only five people. And now this one. Ten people. Only ten people. I could easily give this award to 5 times that number.
Here are the rules, as stated on Nan's site: Give the award to up to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel so happy about blogland! Leave them a comment on their blog to let them know they received this award. Remember that people can be tagged more than once!
I cannot do just ten. I will not do just ten. I haven't figured out exactly what I'm going to do yet, but I'm going to mull this over for a day or two until I can think of some way to do this that makes me happy with having to make choices.
Now, on to something completely different.
I think I've made a discovery - a rather melancholy discovery, but a discovery nonetheless. And it has to do with possibilities. And it has to do with how men age. Mentally. You see, we don't feel much different than we did when we were kids. If it wasn't for the changing face in the mirror, we would never be aware of aging, inside, in our heads. The body knows, but not the mind. Until one day ... one day you see it ... and it comes on you slowly .. but once you see the beginnings of it ... it never leaves you, it just grows. And then you come to the full blown realization .. that there are some things that are over .. important things ... things you never thought about, consciously, until now .. now that they are over.
When a young man sees a woman, a beautiful woman, a desireable woman, a young woman, in his mind he sees himself with her - he sees the possibility of being with her - because it IS possible, all it needs are the right circumstances - the right chain of events and she could be his - and he, hers. But comes a time, when a man comes to know that the young, beautiful women are beyond him, that there is no more possibility, that they will never be his, nor he, their's. They would have no interest in him any longer - other, younger men are their interest - he is beyond them and they beyond him. But, it isn't the fact that he is off the radar of the younger woman. It's the fact that there has been a sea change in his world of possibilities. He's beginning to realize he doesn't matter as much, anymore. He doesn't make the impact that he once did. It is a cold and hard realization. All the confidence and self-esteem that used to be his begins to wane. He begins to understand what lies ahead. He may try to fight it. He may try to delay it. But it WILL overtake him. He will see and begin his descent into aged invisibility. No matter what his life holds for him - no matter what his circumstances, he will always look back, over his shoulder, to what he used to be, and wish for that to come again - knowing it never will.
See? I told you it was melancholy.
Remember, I am taking questions all this week, to be answered on Saturday. All questions will be acknowledged, if not answered directly. And if I cannot or will not answer your question, I'll give you a good reason why.