Well, hello there! Thanks for coming to see me.
My name is Roni. It’s a substitutionary name for Rhonda. Rhonda Rae, actually. I think my parents really wanted a boy, but the chromosomal factor didn’t work out in their favor. I decided that the name Roni worked just fine for me because I really grew to hate that horrid rebound song by the Beach Boys. If I ever hear someone sing “Help me, Rhonda” one more time…
I live a contented life with my 12-year old Maine Coon cat named Sammie. The prime of my life came and went a very long time ago. If animal years are about 7 times human years, that makes Sammie 20 years older than me. You do the math, I’m too tired. So here we are… two old girls, Sammie and I, satisfied with the simple things in life and grateful for every new day.
I’ve always dreamed of owning a one-room cabin in the woods…no, make that two rooms. I rather enjoy having an indoor bathroom. As it stands, I currently live in a much-too-large mobile home in the woods. I guess that’s close enough. I cherish the daily visits of a young doe and buck, siblings, who dine on the grape leaves, apples, and periwinkle that surround my house. For some reason, they don’t particularly like the figs. But that’s okay. I love figs and there’s really just enough for me! I’ve heard that there are mountain lions, bobcats, and bears in the neighborhood, but I’ve never seen them. That’s okay, too! I wake up every morning to the sound of a multitude of birds, none of which I can identify, but their songs remind me of the simplicity of life and how God provides for every need. Theirs and mine.
I miss my family. My daughters and their families live two and three states away. I am so thankful for Facebook and texting. I never thought I’d ever say that, but it’s true. It’s my only real link to them. No one really writes letters any more, unless it’s an email (and even those have become extremely rare) or a comment on a social media site that we can no longer live without. I’ve watched my grandchildren grow from babies to adults thanks to the internet and Facebook. No one uses cameras with film that requires developing anymore. At least, not in my family. I cherish every photo, video, and selfie my kids post! I’ll take what I can get.
I love the Lord my God, Jesus Christ, with every ounce of my being. I try to live my life in a way that would please Him and I trust Him to sustain me. For the last 34 years, since the day I finally said, “Yes, Lord,” He has done that and so much more; even in all my failings. I look forward to meeting Him face to face. That probably sounds weird, but it’s true. I am in the winter of my life, and that sounds really weird to me. My brain is convinced I’m still 30. My aches, pains, creaks, groans, and Medicare card remind me of the truth. Today I spent five hours visiting with a young woman (she’s 24) who came to see me at my much-too-large mobile home in the woods. I felt young and refreshed while she was here. We talked about everything. We laughed. We cried. We dreamed a little. When she left and I was closing up my house for the night, it suddenly occurred to me that I am 40 years older than she is. FORTY YEARS. I’m really having trouble grasping that. After pondering the depth of that realization, I think I choose to focus on the young and refreshed part and proceed from there.
I’m so glad you stopped by and I hope you’ll come back again. Next time, maybe I’ll make some iced tea or lemonade… or maybe a really great green smoothie and we’ll share stories. It’ll be nice to see you again.