A New Start....sort of.

A New Start….sort of. Posted on January 27, 2014 by katbird76 won·der·ing (wŭn′dər-ĭng) adj. Feeling or expressing awe, admiration, amazement, or surprise Adj. 1. wondering – showing curiosity; “if someone saw a man climbing a light post they might get inquisitive”; “raised a speculative eyebrow” wid·ow (wĭd′ō) n. 1. A woman whose spouse has died and who has not remarried. 2. Informal A woman whose spouse is often away pursuing a sport or hobby. 3. An additional hand of cards dealt face down in some card games, to be used by the highest bidder. Also called kitty1. 4. Printing a. A single, usually short line of type, as one ending a paragraph, carried over to the top of the next page or column. b. A short line at the bottom of a page, column, or paragraph. tr.v. wid·owed, wid·ow·ing, wid·ows To make a widow or widower of. I like to wonder. Well, maybe like isn’t the right word, especially when the “wondering” takes place at 3:00 am, but…like it or not I am a wonderer. (My spell check says that isn’t a word, but I say otherwise!) Sometimes, like when I stand in awe at the fact that I am still surviving, still breathing….still getting out of bed in the mornings…and haven’t done anything illegal to anyone…I stand in wonder. Other times…I wonder “How did I get here??” ”Why me??” ”Why MY kids??” Of course, the answer I always hear in return is, “Why not?” The “Widow” part in the title was easy. Well, easy to name. Becoming one….not so much. I actually hate the term “widow” but….I also don’t feel single, and I am not married, so here I am. The Wondering Widow. Not to be confused with Wandering, because I have to think that I am NOT just wandering around, even if most days feel that way to me. I have to remind myself that God does indeed have a plan, and he is weaving every minute of my life into that very plan. So, to keep myself from going crazier then I already am sane, I have decided to start this blog. It isn’t my first one. Or even my second one. Heck, I think I may even have a third one floating around somewhere in Internet Land. But it is the first one that I have really felt led to share. Plus, since I don’t Tweet, or Pinterest, or InstaGram I figure this is my way of being hip in the Cool Crowd in Internet Land. Or not. But at the very least, I have have something that years from now, when my kids join in on the social networking crowd – I am hoping to either be dead or in a nursing home by then – they can go back and read this and say “Oh my GOSH, I can’t believe our own Mother wrote that about US!” Yes, this will pair quite nicely with the “risque” (kidding!) not so naked pictures of them on my Facebook.