Monday, December 7, 2009

Ironic....me thinks....


See how lovely this looks?
How quiet....serene....calm...?
Ironic.

The sweetie and I spent last evening looking quite a bit like the
Keystone Kops....
(not a look I would advocate)

You see...
as I checked on the laundry yesterday afternoon...
I discovered that the load, which had been
tumbling
for
hours.....
was wet.

The dryer passed away from exhaustion.
And
the washer
has been complaining,
for months....
that she is
carrying the load....
(sorry!)

Yes..
the washer, bless her heart,
has been struggling along on one cycle
for over a year.
She's over it.

Well,
after a trip to the local Lowe's,
to make arrangements for a new duo...
we started to think about the
configuration of the laundry room,
and the fact that we had just commited to
a new set,
that was considerably larger
than the funerary couple.

HOLY COW!
when we arrived home and started to
measure (that's what engineers do)
and visualize (that's what photographers do)
we realized that
we were cornered.
Literally.

We had to find a new place for the
refrigerator, left over from our
kitchen redo.
and
that meant
taking off it's doors,
and taking out all the contents...
and moving it down the hall to a
storage closet filled with chairs.

Oh, did I mention that I had
wet laundry sitting around waiting for
it's turn in the tumbler?

After a break
to dry laundry at the parents,
(who served us tuna casserole, how lucky are we!)
we came home...
to still another
storage problem...
what to do with the
eight dining room chairs
that had previously been stored in the
closet where the fridge now hummed contentedly....
and
make the guest room beds that were waiting for the
newly dried sheets....
and
 find a place for the microwave, whose only use is to
pop popcorn during football games....

Yes...
it was like dominoes.
move one..
and
well...
you know.

smiles.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I simply cannot express....


how blessed I feel....

My sweetie
(and I mean sweet)
brought me roses
today
for no apparent reason.

Now,
 before you roll those eyes
and think....
Yeah, right.....
no apparent reason...
wonder what he is up to....
smirk..

I would think the same thing,
if
I was younger.....
less aware.....
naive...
or
stupid....

You see
me and my sweetie...
well,
we weren't born
yesterday...
in fact
we have driven
 around this block
many times before....

He has been
single....
married....
widowed...
married a bit more
and
divorced...
and 
then
he
was
found....



by
me.

That's it.

And
me...
well
let's just say
my story is not that different
from his.


We
have experienced
a lot of heartache...
caused a bit...
and
are healing.
together.


So you see
these roses
are not
to make up...
ward off anger...
soothe feelings....
or even
divert attention...


Nope,
they are from one old soul
to another.
smiles.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Fushia Flower Power....


I know...
it's a little out of season...
but I love the color.

Thanksgiving was a blast.
I enjoyed the conversations...
the food...
the colors...
the lights....
the parades...
the football even...

But I need just a breath of spring...
I am full bore...
working all day each day on
Christmas Gifts.
I love to do it.
Most years I simply do not have the time.
This year,
I have much more time than money....
so when I thought of writing today..
all I could think about was

(is that Dobie Gillis?)

So this is the image for me today...
Hmmmm.
I think I'll sing just a bit now...
smiles.

Opps....
I'm sorry...

I didn't mean to leave you out....

"Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,



Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,


Brighter than a lucky penny,


When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear,.....

And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Safe and protected....


that's how I feel when I look at this shot of the
Live Oaks at Brookgreen gardens.
Their long limbs reaching out to enclose
and enfold...
protective...
nurturing
safe,
familiar,
maternal,
Mother Earth..
good.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Where did Samantha find the time?


Good Golly Miss Molly....
Do you remember how cool Samantha Stephens was....
Man.....that girl could cook,
clean,
organize,
re-arrange furniture,
garden,
drive,
care for Tabitha,
and handle
that crazy husband of her's, Darin,
all with a twitch of her nose....

GIRL!
that is what I want to be able to do!
Conjure up a fabulous
house,
dinner,
outfit,
well....
life!
With just a twitch.....

And then I too
would have the time to play
"Solitaire"....

Yeah right!

Nope not me...
if I could do all that...
Darin would have been history...
and the Fab Four,
the Monkees,
AND
the Beach Boys
would be living
at my house.

Who needs a twitch?
All I need is my imagination.
smiles.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

This is what I am so grateful for....


My sweet son...
No.....
 this is not a current photo.
This little boy is now 21 yrs old.
He is visiting a hospital bound uncle today.
So... I do not get the pleasure of feeding him way too much food.
But
I am blessed.
He is a good man.
He is actually one of the most caring
and interesting people I know.
(of course my opinion only matters to me)
I am fortunate to have been
assisted in raising him
by his wonderful dad,
my patient parents,
and
dozens of fabulous teachers
who have over the years
encouraged him
and
me.

While...
his dad and I are not married now,
and haven't been for over 16 years,
we have tried to bring him up
without seeing our disagreements.
(his father is actually better at this than me, my guess)
We have been blessed in return
by having a son that is
better than either of us
deserve or could wish for...

I know that this may sound like
I believe I played a major role.
not true.
I know that
the most I can take credit for is
having made dinner,
cleaned clothes,
had a few parties,
and
basically tried to act like an adult.
(sometimes worked, and others....well)


This is what I am grateful for today.
How about you?
What are you grateful for?
I would love to hear from you...
smiles.
Happy Day.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Tastes from the past....


enjoyed today....

This morning brought a breakfast flooded with memories..

It all started with a visit.
Several days ago,
a sweet lady named Anne
came to see me...
she had a photographic need..
that I am in the process of filling.
But what she brought for me
is pertinent here.
She brought eggs.
Eggs from her farm,
her chickens,
her effort,
her loving care.

These eggs were purposely saved for Sunday morning.
As they are special.
And
when I took my first bite....

I remembered....

being a child,
waking up to the smell of bacon...
toast,
grits,
fried green tomatoes,
biscuits,
honey,
oh my!

These were REAL eggs.

I had forgotten what a real egg
tastes like.

How sad....
I didn't even know,
really...

that I had fallen into the same trap
 that we all have fallen into,
at one time or another.

The trap of convenience.
The neighborhood chain store,
that brings us everything we need.....


or does it?

Maybe not.
As these eggs reminded me,
Eggs have a taste.
They are not bland.
Not real eggs.

I think I will ask for the photographic bill
to be paid in eggs...
smiles.