My Balloons-An explanation

I just wrote the second blog, and read the first one and I know you might be wondering about these balloons that I imagine are flying around above my head and that I feel I need to gather together so they don't fly off and get lost.  Is she hallucinating or are they metaphors?  Even if they are metaphors -is she losing it? Yeah, maybe.  But what they are are: ideas to explore or share, events to remember and maybe share, books to find out about or tell about, people to call, things to do, things to learn, plans to make, lists to make, appointments and travels plans.  You get the idea: Life.

Never having been much for aphorisms, (my son accused me of not teaching him "sayings" thus impeding his ability to "get" analogies and metaphors) they are now flooding my brain.  Get my ducks in order.  Don't go flying off in all directions.

Now the metaphors are mixing.  Too many eggs in the air?  Ducks to crack?   I'm cracking myself up.
Remember Peter DeVrees and his mixed metaphors?  Okay; deep breath.  I've got it:  TOO MANY BALLS IN THE AIR.   Yes that's me.

So the plan is to simplify.  Hence the new Mac.  I love it.  The PC made me crazy-it needs serious attention. Make lists, keep calendars, etc for the mundane stuff.
 Now maybe for the ideas: I can  "put them out there" and if someone wants to respond then there would be a sharing of ideas.  Books?  Movies?  Share them and be done with it.
Okay, I haven't worked it out yet.  That's why no one knows about it yet.

Balloons, Balloons Balloons Balloons

Our  oldest grandson, Matthew, was adopted from Korea and has the most infectious smile.  He was not an automatic lover of books like his cousins Mary and Becca and he usually lost interest in even the short board books before we finished them.  But one day I had a book from the library with the same title as this day's blog.  He sat for the whole thing and then wanted to have it read to him again and again.   I decided  he needed one at home.  But then he wanted one here, so for years (he's only 4 now)we read that one book to him over and over.  Gradually he branched out and the balloon book got buried and forgotten.  But every once in a while, at his house or ours, it turns up and that magical smile of his lights up his face.

When they brought him home from Korea ( he was 5 months old)  we sent a balloon to welcome him, and Michael and Heather said he loved looking at the balloon and pulling on the string to make it move.  For birthdays and other special events balloons have always delighted him.  I always carry at least one in my purse because a single balloon can/will create hilarity- wherever we are, inside or out.  It's magical and his younger brother, Thomas, "gets it too".  The boys run back and forth, dodging furniture and maybe a dog,  trying to catch or bat at the balloon while the adults chat and bat, kick, tap, blow it around to giggles and laughs. We're all working together to not let it hit the floor.  Finally, we're all laughing at each other laughing.  It never fails.

A Forum for Me?

Hello to myself.  I thought I was signing up for Buttered Bread, a blog that my friend Katie's niece does, but ,duh, discovered that I had signed up to have a blog of my own. ( I thought it was asking for a lot of info.)  Oh well.  I always have a lot to say.

I was reading some of the past postings, and/or links on the above-mentioned food/recipe blog and got swerved off to other places, one of which was all about George Washington which I wanted to e-mail to my sister whose husband is a descendant and boom there I was back at my e-mail. ???Maybe I'll figure it out.  Maybe not.  Too many balloons in the air to do it now.  But that does bring me to the title I chose (I think) for this "blog".  Oh no what was it?  Gathering balloons?

I think it was through Google, but then it said something about amazon.  ???
Well this is all the time I have for this right now

.  I guess one doesn't "sign up" for a blog.  You go to it.  Katie sends me that food blog from time to time by e-mail so naturally.....

What's that?    No grandchildren pics?  oh okay.  Two boys and two balloons.  One each.  I often feel as if there are 15 balloons getting ready to fly off in different directions and I need to grab them and hold them.  Maybe this blog will help me corral my balloons.