There are always Questions

Would you like to start all over again?  Have a ‘Do over’?  A Reset button or cut and paste in real life?

Sometimes it is your family, acquaintances or even the  strangers whom you sit beside on a bus or plane.  There are those questions to Break the Ice. Where are you from? What do you do for a living, etc? pop up.

(Stella, A year or so ago watching her Paw Paw Mark)

There was a cute little girl who sat close to us at a restaurant. She was talking to her mom, very animated. She looked at me and smiled. (reminded me of G-grandaughter Stella).

  A  very old guy (       )sitting across the room had evidently noticed our attention to the girl, walked over, excused his intrusion and asked, “Wouldn’t you love to start all over again?” And he indicated the cute kid.

(Stella was playing with my hat here, she is a natural ham)

We at the table knew exactly what he was asking. We laughed and passed the time of day for a minute and he left.  But I continued to have contradictory thoughts of starting over:

‘Yes I would and this time I would study ENGLISH .’ Then I thought,

‘Nah not 4 yrs old again, maybe 38 or 48.’

 But we don’t get that choice. So we live life as best we can, do the best we can and like ourselves with all our warts and wrinkles.

(Methinks girls have a harder time with this than boys!)

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I have one thing in my life I cannot explain.  I still wonder why it makes me feel good to see an old car or truck of any kind, even in pictures.  I wish all old pictures had been taken including a car  (LOL)