Sunday, November 9, 2008

Sunday Scribblings: Change

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.

8 comments:

D... said...

Yes, your Aunt Margaret has been on my mind a lot. She will have to adjust to a big change.

Granny Smith said...

Give my sympathy to your Aunt Margaret. Hers is the kind of change that I dread and that will come to either me or my husband of 67 years. Love is hazardous!

Lori said...

Hard to reply to the post. All I can think of is, how wonderful that each of you had Uncle Ken in your lives for so long. I wish I had met him, he sounds so wonderful. Kevin and I will be spending the day with your kids tomorrow, but it's a surprise so don't tell them. I hear they are being angels.

Stan Ski said...

The saddest kind of change - my condolences.
Love the name of your blog.
Didn't realise you were from Manchester - so am I.

anthonynorth said...

A sad change, indeed. My condolences - from the other side of the Pennines.

MamaGeek @ Works For Us said...

Oh what a sad change, my sympathies go your way my friend.

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Bubba's Sis said...

My general feelings on the subject:

"Change is bad! Change is bad! Change is bad!"

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