Seeing the Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week, my top-of-mind reaction was, "Hell, that's all this week has been about for me and mine." Were I not so self-centered this past week, I'd have been able to see past my own nose and recognize that change is what it's been about throughout the U.S. But I'm too selfish to acknowledge that; besides, I'm sure many will comment on that change.
A change of mind. A change of heart. A change of clothes. Spare some change? Change happens. Ch-ch-changes. The changing of the guard. A change for the better. A change of scenery. A change of attitude.
What a rambling mind I have, filled with change that just seems to come tumbling out as if I'm due some after buying a Diet Coke from a vending machine. I'm sure there are many other "change" quotes and sayings and idioms which come to mind for you. But, for me, avoiding the temptation to search for more on the Internet, I'll be satisfied with those.
It's a changing of the guard here in Manchester, England, as the youngest of the nine siblings of Pete's mother died a week ago today. It'll be a change for Pete, as he's now the "man" of the family. [Crikey, why does that matter? You know, that he's the oldest male? Is gender really that relative?] More than that, though, it's the sad change of being without Uncle Ken in his life.
It'll be a tremendous change for Aunt Margaret, who has been beside Uncle Ken since she was a teen-ager. She's fiercely brilliant, self-sufficient, and fully capable of taking care of herself. And, yet, she'd change the clock back in an instant to have him back...if she could change his level of suffering.
I'm afraid I can spare no more change tidbits now. Maybe again soon.