The Next Chapter

I'm Blending

2011-07-13T20:51:00.005-05:00

Where have you been? You have missed soooooo much!

I have lived in this townhouse for well over a year now. I am the anomaly. I am convinced that the majority of people who live here are probably under 25 (based on the total lack of responsibility and disregard for others) . I'm not hating on the young people. I'm just following the stereotype that has been presented thus far. I realize it is strange to actually throw your trash away rather than have it spill out of your car into the parking lot--and when carrying trash to the dumpster it's just too much trouble to move two feet over to the next dumpster if the first one is full rather than to attempt to balance yet another bag on top of the overflowing pile--but, I guess I'm just a little bit crazy because I believe in personal responsibility and respect for other's living environment. What a crazy idea??

Yep, I'm the crazy lady that gets upset when someone parks in my spot. They are generally more than happy to move when I tell them they can have my spot if they want to pay my rent.

I also have no problem pulling on a bathrobe to knock on their door at all hours to let them know their stereo or TV is too loud. When met with resistance (imagine that!) I suggest I share the sounds of my early morning routine with these night owls. They have been amazingly receptive.

I have created my own little escape--my haven--within these four walls--these two floors.

It's all about communication...

In It For The Long Haul.

2010-06-29T20:59:00.007-05:00

Yes, the header photograph is my car.

I purchased it new in Texas during December of 1999. I was taken by all the safety features, seeing as how my beautiful forest green Grand Am was totaled on the freeway about 7:30 am while carrying my children--and a neighbor child--to school.

Just days earlier, the family had suffered another tragic loss. Our German Shepherd, Sasha, was put to sleep after being part of our family for more than 13 years. We all cried and cried for days.

But within a couple of days after I brought the Saturn home, the girls' father met me at the kitchen door in the garage, hands behind him and a sheepish grin spreading uncontrollably across his face. When he brought his hands in front and displayed a five pound black and white pekingese, I met my current companion, Mr. Blue, for the first time.

He rode with me in my new Saturn to Puppy Kindergarten twice weekly for two months. The emergency brake still shows the teeth marks from a very anxious, teething Elijah Blue. I was anxious too. It was trying at times to juggle parenting two young girls and a demanding corporate job with training a new pup. But Elijah Blue and I came to an understanding eventually and he graduated with honors.

Once his training was complete, he'd occasionally ride with me across town to visit my friend the nurse or to watch the city-girl play tennis. When we had tournaments out of town, he'd travel two hours or more and stay with us at a hotel. The staff generally thought him to be too small to qualify for a pet fee.

The Saturn has carried other precious cargo as well. The city girl daughter's cello fit nicely in the trunk throughout her Philharmonic Orchestra endeavors--as did 250 Ipaqs for a client (when they were the hottest thing on the market). And more recently, I dismantled the Bowflex and moved it to my new digs in that car.

Blue had his longest ride ever when we traveled from Texas to Virginia in 2002. I really thought that two day trip would have broken his desire to "ride." I put his pillow in the back seat and stopped periodically at rest stops to walk him. Looking back, I think he was just happy to be with someone he knew loved and cared for him. He and I had a two-day road trip. And even after all that traveling, he still gets bouncy excited if I mention the word "ride."

The Saturn may not be the prettiest thing on the road, but it still gets me where I'm going. Through our 11 year relationship, we have both learned to communicate our needs to one another. The Saturn sometimes hesitates and expels a thick cloud of blue white smoke when it needs a little attention. I, in turn, do not cast a wandering eye on younger pretty cars. I appreciate the relationship--the understanding we have for one another. I know I have something in my worn little blue Saturn.

Just today, I loaded a wooden bench from Pop and Momo's house into the back seat. Pop cast a doubting gaze when I first suggested it would fit. I tried to explain to him that same bench he just repaired had originally fit in the back seat, along with one child, when I had first purchased it in Buffalo Gap, Texas years ago.

Needless to say, the bench fit--and I brought it home to my townhouse.

The car may be aging--as well as the dog--but both have a tremendous amount of good in them yet. They may well be my most prized possessions!

Moving on

2010-06-22T21:00:00.001-05:00

A friend suggested I view this... It just about sums everything up!

Faster and Faster

2010-06-02T21:27:00.004-05:00

Life is moving swiftly on... (view from my living room window--very early A.M.)

I'm adjusting to a lifestyle that is so completely opposite from the past eight years of my life...
But time waits for no one, right?

Elijah Blue is doing well. I have found these wonderful treats called Good Bites that contain glucosamine and chondroitin that are supposed to help his aging joints so he can climb the stairs at bedtime more easily. They seem to be working out--he doesn't need near as much coaxing.

I am tired. Too many hours this past week at at my war memorial job (it is the sesaon). More later...

Sometimes Its Just a Question of Character

2010-05-29T20:59:00.004-05:00

I just finished catching the tail-end of The Story of Us. Every time I see this movie, it gets me. Marriage is hard work. The payoff is excellent if the necessary commitment--by both parties--is realized.

I see married couples everyday all day at my job. It's very easy to distinguish those who have put in the work and those who have not. It makes my day to hear the happiness in the voices of those who have taken the time to strengthen and maintain their relationship, long term. Like I said, marriage is hard work.

I didn't leave the kingdom on a whim. I tormented with the decision for some time. I attended marriage counseling, solo. But just two weeks after I had left, I began to get reports from neighbors--three, in fact--letting me know that JB had began seeing someone else on a consistent and regular basis.

I don't begrudge him for this. I just wish he had been honest. No, really--I expected him to be honest.

But his actions are just the confirmation I suspected would validate my decision to leave.

Everything Old Is New Again

2010-05-18T21:22:00.007-05:00

I am six weeks in my new place. The city-girl and I are getting more acclimated every day.

Blue has settled back into a leash routine. Thank goodness he is a Puppy Kindergarten graduate (10 years ago!). I take him out about 6:00 or 6:30 am each morning. One of the nice things about living in the city is no one takes notice of a middle aged woman walking a dog wearing a bathrobe decorated with dancing demons at the crack of dawn. The majority of my neighbors are night owls so I believe I'm safe!

I make coffee before Blue and I go out the door. By the time we make a lap around all the oak trees and I gather up his morning business in a Target bag, deposit it in the dumpster at the end of the lot and race back to our living space, it's done. I can smell the Folgers when I open the front door.

We are establishing a routine.

I am adjusting to a smaller kitchen and have learned--begrudgingly--that I really don't need all those cake and muffins pans. But my daily cooking and baking has made this new space smell like home.

Lina is loving the deep window sills!

She has developed a morning routine of her own which involves watching playful squirrels off the back patio. We have 3 or 4 that are quite brazen and go nose-to-nose with her at the patio doors in the living room. Her tail twitches and she squeaks until she can stand it no more. Then she stretches her full length up the door like a ferret. This always makes the squirrels run away scared.

I am still sorting things and have a new found wardrobe via the divorce diet. Back in my size 8s, it's like getting a new wardrobe! How great is it that I have a new wardrobe and haven't had to spend a dime?

My large plants are spending time with Momo and Pop until I find more permanent homes for them.
I have far too many plants here at the new place already and am forced to pick and choose. This is a difficult task, but I am getting there. The back patio area is shaded and I have planted pansies and I am considering a few bleeding hearts.

More photos to come, I promise. I'm still arranging and rearranging as I settle in to my new place.

Side note: I am attending BlogHer in August. Are you??

Sanity Is Madness Put to Good Uses

2010-02-15T13:55:00.011-05:00

A slight break in precipitation has Blue back on his morning routine. Out the east stoop he goes before daylight. He journey makes a complete circle around the house and he deposits himself at the kitchen porch on the west side. He barks to mark his arrival.

When I opened the door to let him in before dawn, I noticed these very long icicles. I stepped out in the chill wrapped tight in my bathrobe to get this photograph.

Usually, we race to his treat jar. The jar marked "Blue's Treats" holds something magical to him. I fill it with bite-size shredded wheat. The vet suggested this as a healthy alternative and it works just fine for Blue.

He's almost completely blind so I have to talk him through a snack so he won't take off a finger.

Lina perches in a central point to wait on daylight. She waits--sometimes patiently--for me to refill her food dish.

When I go for coffee after daylight, Lina has already been sprayed once or twice with my plant mister for sneaking on the counter for a better look at the birds.

Once Blue gets his treat, he settles in for his morning nap in my bedroom.
If he's not quick enough, Lina will grab the pillow before him.

Armed with coffee, I continue studying for tomorrow's test.

I do my studying while taking calls for Crisis Line.
Sometimes I get a lot of calls, other mornings are quieter.

Once the sun is up, Lina settles in front of the patio doors to watch for birds.

Her tail twitches and she meows as the birds swoop in and carry off the dogfood.

After a job interview at 10 am this morning, it started snowing again.

The city-girl was in the next county at college so I phoned her
and suggested she head this way before things got any worse.

It's a long way up to the top of the drive,
but it sure beats shoveling and breaking up ice
to get your car out! We're all getting our exercise, for sure.

The snow is pretty on these tree branches right off my back deck.
It makes the them look a bit like lightning bolts.

But this stuff is down-right scary!

Note: "Sanity is madness put to good uses" is actually a quote by George Santayana.

Is it really better to have loved and lost?

2010-02-14T13:29:00.004-05:00

This is a musical doll I bought for the city-girl daughter
the first Valentine's Day without her father.

I love the innocence on her face and the song she plays: Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime.
I have memories of watching Dean Martin sing that on his variety show. My greatest memory is of a young man calling me on the phone when I was in the sixth grade and singing it to me. That was back in the day of extension phones and I had two sisters. I did right by the fellow, though. He was never identified to my two sisters, who teased me mercilessly nonetheless.

I still remember Valentine's Day the first year JB and I were married. He came home from work and handed me a dozen roses and a card. I'll never forget the way he had signed it:

Love,
your worse nightmare,
your husband.

Interesting, isn't it? That was when he always told me how marrying me was his greatest accomplishment. Nowadays, he tells me it was his biggest mistake--over and over and over again.

More often that not, he doesn't speak to me at all. But I actually prefer the silent treatment to the angry outbursts.

Our relationship has deteriorated steadily within the past year, so the best either of us could hope for this Valentine's Day is the absence of the other.

A Smooth Start

2010-02-11T13:10:00.004-05:00

The alarm startled me at 5:15 am, but I sprung up and bypassed the comforting warmth of my slippers in the rush to silence it’s squawking. Blue raised his head, looked at me and breathed a long, audible sigh. It was even too early for him. Mother Nature’s effort to wear us down with the artic temperatures and continual snow was working.

I prefer rising early. Pop has ingrained the benefits of staring your day early, as well as the fear that the day can get away from you. I step into the shower and feel the warmth of the running water on my skin. Lathering my hair, I can’t help but hear the howling wind outside and the rattling of my old house in resistance. I begin dreading the end of my shower before my hair is even rinsed. I’m too familiar with the rush of air when the shower curtain is pulled aside that chills my wet skin. Just dry off fast, I tell myself. Grab the fleece bathrobe. Tie it up tight.

I can hear the coffeemaker reach the final sputtering stretch as I enter my bedroom to snatch the pink Revlon hairdryer. The view outside stops me as I reach for the boar bristle brush on the dresser. I watch the tree limbs sway like outstretched arms performing a ceremonial dance. The force of the wind lifts the snow and tosses it momentarily before sending it spiraling back to the frozen ground erasing the footprints of the previous week.

Living in a Freezer

2010-02-09T11:02:00.007-05:00

When the last round of snow hit, I pulled on my boots and climbed up the driveway. I decided it wise to retrieve the second snow shovel before it became buried until spring. I knew we'd need it before the day was out.

A neighbor brought their tractor over and plowed the driveway. Once the sun came out, I gathered my best garden digging shovel to break up the melting ice and toss it aside. After clearing five to six feet of the driveway, I crawled into the Saturn to gauge my progress. After about fours hours of alternating these two tasks, I was finally able to make it to the top of the driveway.

I actually embraced civilization yesterday and was able to venture out. The city-girl and I carpooled because her Mustang is still covered.

Our schedules worked so that we could both attend classes--something that hasn't happened since last Thursday. Aware of the new bout of storms coming, I left the car at the cattleguard at when we returned home yesterday at dusk. She and I maneuvered the uneven terrain of the driveway with it's layers of ice and snow.

The ground cracked and popped under our feet as we carried our books, purses and the few groceries we had picked up on the way home.

This is where the Saturn sits today.
I hiked up the drive in 28 degree weather early this
morning to check the road conditions.

If only I were a teenager with no responsibilities or fears of injury,
I'd spend the day sleigh-riding...

Snow Daze

2010-02-05T06:56:00.006-05:00

The gargoyle on the back deck, caught in the fallout from the last week's snowstorm seems to echo my sentiments exactly. If he could speak, I'd imagine he'd emit a cry similar to that of Dan Ackroyd in the coneheads when he caught his daughter making out with an Earthling--you know, Dan Ackroyd and Jane Curtain?. I was hoping to put in an audio clip, but was once more reminded that the world has moved forward and now Coneheads could mean a band.

The first snow covered my car.
It took two days to dig it out and
five days before I was able to venture out into civilization.

I busied myself with studies,
cooking enormous pots of soup and

digging paths for grateful short-legged dogs.

Just as the last traces of snow were sinking into the earth
(and melting and seeping into the basement, I might add),
we got snowstorm number two.

The gods smiled upon on us this go 'round, though
Sensing our aching backs from the first round of shoveling,
they made this a very dry snow.

More tunnels for grateful short-legged dogs...
more sweeping water down the drain in the basement...
more soup!

This time, I was able to venture out in just three days. Progress!

But poor Blue is sighing more these days as he is
no longer free to run far and wide each morning
nor enjoy the privacy to which he's grown accustomed.

And it's snowing again...

Farmers Anonymous

2010-01-23T11:02:00.003-05:00

Hello. My name is Mizmell and I’m a farmer.

It all started rather innocently just before finals in December. I was a wee bit stressed over the thought of exam essays and needed a slight diversion. I began with a small farm and planted crops that were ready to harvest in24 hours. This was the beginning of my morning ritual which involved harvesting and then planting as I had my morning coffee and cigarette.

But as the reward coins accumulated, I begin to look at ways to enhance my farm. I grew embarrassed by the covered tent—-the only shelter for my imagined self—-and sought ways to stockpile coins so I might be upgraded to a cottage. I analyzed crops by cost, maturity and coins yielded to achieve my new housing goal. Once I achieved a cottage though, I wanted a farm house. Now that I have a farm house, I want a manor--but it’s an awful lot of coins…

So I turned my focus to experience points. With the completion of each level, I calculated how many experience points to the next. I sought new avenues for gathering experience points.

I get several phones calls daily from a local “farmer.” This farmer is related to me. She shares her secrets for yielding more coins and experience points, as well as predictions for the challenges ahead. She has even offered her neighbors, if I’m interested.

With more neighbors, come more benefits-- but also more obligations! You fertilize their crops, feed their chickens and receive more experience points. I shamefully accepted two. After that the horror of my addiction became glaringly apparent and I have declined all further offers.

I have increased the size of my farm, so I can plant more, yield more, buy more and advance through the levels. But the larger area requires my attention twice a day, so I have also added farming to the end of my day and spend 15 or 20 minutes each night right before bed. I bought a tractor, then a seeder and a harvester. These new additions to my farm allowed me to do 4 plots at a time, rather than one at a time. I have become so efficient, twice a day isn’t really a big deal.

It was only after the change from once a day to twice daily farming, that I came to grips with the fact that I needed more neighbors to get the Mighty Plantation. I checked my friends list to see who I could perhaps sway. I sent out invitations and picked up a few. I even found a few old friends I hadn’t seen or spoke with for more than 30 years—but they were farmers, like me. I sent a request. They accepted and we became neighbors. Only one accepted with a polite email inquiry and well wishes.

Just yesterday, I got the Mighty Plantation. I’ve since planted more crops and purchased a hot rod tractor that allows me to plow 6 plots at a time. If I choose high-yield short-term crops, I’ll probably be able to stockpile quite a few coins. I still have my eye on that Manor.

A Real Decent Fine Boy

2010-01-08T13:10:00.003-05:00

When Elvis appeared on the Ed Sullivan show, his host made a point of telling the audience that he was a "real decent fine boy." If Elvis had lived, he'd be 75 today.

In honor of the King, I'm making a large pot of Elvis Presley's Homemade Vegetable soup. Rumor has it that Elvis wasn't the healthiest eater by a long shot. No need to worry, though. Even real decent fine boys can do with a little tweaking.
Momo did the honors for Elvis' soup and has tweaked this recipe to make it very healthy and very tasty. I promise there will be no yucky separation or fat on the top like some vegetable soup recipes. Give it a shot. It's delish!

EP's Homemade Vegetable Soup
1 large can tomatoes
2 pounds LEAN stew meat
1 cup chopped bell pepper
1 cup chopped celery
1 cup chopped onion
5 pieces garlic
2 boxes frozen mixed vegetables
2 cups diced Russet potatoes
2 cans cream style corn
1/2 cup ketchup
2 Tbsp salt
2 tbsp black pepper

Cook meat, onion, celery, bell pepper, garlic and tomatoes in large stock pot or dutch oven over medium heat for 30 minutes, stirring frequently.
Add mixed vegetables and cook another half hour. Then mix in corn, potatoes, ketchup, salt and pepper.
Cook 30 minutes longer or until potatoes are tender. Serve.

Merry, Merry

2009-12-15T08:35:00.003-05:00

I started the tree Saturday morning. It's been six years so, I had forgotten the time and effort involved. When the city-girl got home from work, she helped with the lights. By midnight we were looking good!

But the decorating had taken its toll on us all.

Sharing The Girly Traditions

2009-11-21T22:46:00.003-05:00

When the girls were young and still trying to figure themselves out--and we know they are all finished with that now at 23 and 25--I made every effort to offer them ample opportunities with varied efforts to make that task all the more easier.

Anything they wanted explore, I supported them. Of source the one stipulation was, anything they started they had to finish through--just to give themselves the full benefit of having explored it.

We--as a family--had so many creative outlets! Now, in hindsight, I have to say we are the more richer as a result (even though the "original" family is scattered!).

Part of that enrichment took the form of Philharmonic Orchestra and the once-a-year Nutcracker Ballet.

We were privileged to visit the Philharmonic Orchestra performances on a variety of occasions. I was tutoring the conductor's wife on computer and she was kind enough to provide me and my young girls with exceptionally good seats. So befitting the occasion, we dressed to the nines and attended with quiet respect. The girls ages were still in the singles digits. They were quiet and sat in awe of the precision in which the musicians played. And after each performance, they were privileged enough to go backstage and see all those shiny instruments up close and personal. I still think these visits had something to do with my eldest being first chair cello and my youngest being first chair flutist in their high school years. The seed was planted...

The ballet was a different matter altogether.

It was always such a special occasion. The girls would don their Christmas dresses. The good perfume would be brought out and used with wild abandon, Hair would be upswept and the "fancy" earrings would be pulled out of safe-keeping. This was a grand occasion.

In spite of their early years, I remember how the girls would sit mesmerized throughout the entire performance. During intermission, we'd venture into the lobby for bathroom breaks and keepsake Christmas ornaments were purchased.

At the end of the performance, we'd gather up our treasures and spend the ride each discussing out favorite parts of the evening.
This was a "girls only" outing-- not that Dad every felt slighted or showed any interest at all.

This was a girl thing.

This year--after a 10 year break from this holiday tradition--the city-girl and I will be introducing Momo to the Nutcracker Ballet. I'm really terribly excited.

I'm sure the city-girl will be happy to know that tickets have been purchased and the date has been marked on our calendars. Three generations will be seeing the Nutcracker this year.

The only upsetting part is that the youngest member pf our female entourage--Miss Jeni--will be unable to join us. But she will be there in spirit...

Potholes In The Road

2009-10-25T06:13:00.003-05:00

The first time you travel through a pothole, it may startle you because you never saw it coming. This is your chosen path-- over all others -- and you have learned to lean with the curves in the road. There's a certain comfort found in familiarity.

Second time around, you might get angry at yourself--because you knew it was there, right? What were you thinking? When the jolt rattles your teeth and upsets everything, you may blame yourself for not fixing the broken part of the road, even though you know you are ill-equipped to do such things.

So you continue traveling the same way, thinking you will see the pothole in time to drive around it. Such confidence! Inevitably, the scenery proves to be distracting and you hit the damn hole again.

No blood, no foul. So you just keep going.

At some point, it may dawn on you that the pothole is not getting fixed. Others may not find it as unpleasant as you do. There must be some who may actually like potholes and accept them as part of the ride. In fact, they may drive right through the potholes at high speed just for the thrill of the jolt. So what if it takes a day or so to get everything adjusted and back in line?

But soon you notice, those who seek the jolt don't get everything adjusted and back in line. The papers that are scattered by the bump stay scattered. What has fell off the dash and rolls under the seat, stays under the seat. Yet they continue to plow right through the pothole as things scatter and roll.

You may find yourself wondering what is wrong with me that I can't see the thrill in the jolt? Jolt seekers may suggest you are too rigid and controlling because you choose the comfort of knowing where items are, over speculating where they may have shifted.

You may listen, but ultimately you decide you won't be spending time retrieving anything from under the seat. It may take a bit more effort while traveling to look for the pothole and drive around it, but you realize this plan nets the greatest benefit.

But as you swerve to miss the pothole, you may realize this old path just isn't as scenic as you once thought. This particular path has lost a bit of its charm. You may even begin to believe the journey doesn't justify the swerve in the road.

He's The Love Of My Life

2009-10-17T21:05:00.005-05:00

I have better pictures of Elijah Blue--I just can't put my hands on them right now.

This is how he looked before our move to Virginia in 2001.

He made the trip and has since, lost his sight. He moves around as if he hasn't, though. I admire his dignity.

What I love most about him is how he is always glad to see me, always forgiving and puts no other before me. He is my ever faithful companion, through thick and thin.

Makes me think of the saying "If you want undying love and affection, get a dog."

Happy Tenth Birthday, Elijah Blue.

Earning My Ride Out Of Town

2009-10-14T19:47:00.004-05:00

I got flowers yesterday. One dozen yellow yellow roses, to be exact.

From my youngest, they were. She had sent flowers for my birthday last week. But when the florist delivered them, I walked inside, vase in hand--and became outraged. At this point and time I hadn't even pulled the card to see WHO had been kind enough to send the flowers. I was too intent on the brown withering edges of the white petals to notice.

I promptly turned around and went out the front door, appalled. I chased the delivery driver. I pecked upon his window as he was driving off in an attempt to get him to stop. He seemed shocked and more than a little put out when I stopped him.

After he had stopped his vehicle, I asked him how he could possible equate what I held in my hand with the term "fresh flowers." He pulled one brown-edged stem from the vase and scrutinized it more closely. Then he snorted "Give 'em back to me."
No apology. Nothing. Might I add this was an elderly gentleman which I understand at one point was actively involved with young men's civic activities (but it was later revealed, not in the best possible light).

He was gone by the time I had realized I hadn't even read the card. Who had sent these flowers with the best possible intent and had been inadvertently screwed?

So, I spoke to Miss Jeni and explained (after I got a voicemail saying she hoped I enjoyed her birthday gift). She phoned and demanded a refund and the went online to order direct from the best florist in town.

This is what I received yesterday.

The funny thing is, from what I understand in speaking with Miss Jeni today, the dozen yellow roses were actually was less expensive than the shitty arrangement that was delivered first go round.

It's so nice to get what you pay for.

Play Bingo and Win A Condom

2009-10-12T19:50:00.003-05:00

I received this notice in my campus mailbox last week.

A Condom Carnival! What an intriguing idea!
Safe should be a given, but fun intercourse got my attention.

I read further and had questions. Since I am over 50, who else would I go to except the 25-year-old city-girl?

What, I asked, is a dental dam? She threw her head back in laughter and said she could not believe I was asking her. Well, of course I was asking, because I didn't know and had decided that she may.

From the information I gathered, it is an apparatus used during oral sex to prevent the spread of STIs (Sexually Transmitted Infections). Due to the level of discomfort for the city-girl daughter and for myself, I let it go at that.

While I am thrilled that such things exist, I'm still curious... How does it work? Is it intended for the male or female? What does it look like?

Needless to say, I was not curious enough to attend the Condom Carnival, play a round of bingo and pick one out, should I win.

Momo and I discussed this very thing during a recent telephone conversation. She asked me if it was something new. I told her I had never heard of such a thing, so perhaps it was new. Without a moment's hesitation, she told me she sure hoped it had been around for some time.

Although I am not completely playing by the rules as outlined, I'm counting this post as "one more" for the wrap up for the Honest Scrap Award.
If I were to play by the rules and reveal my innermost thoughts, you would hear from me no more, as I would be run out of town on a rail!

Honestly, Though...

2009-10-10T21:00:00.002-05:00

I'm going to lay it all out there and give you more. It wasn't really my idea, though. Well over a week or so, I got tagged for the Honest Scrap Award by my pal across the way.

Here's the rules:
I now have to say 10 honest things about myself... I'm going to bend the rules and break it up and do 5 and 5.

1. I really enjoy the outdoors-- landscaping and gardening, that is. It's an escape.
I'm a bit weary today as I moved the immediate yard yesterday. I quit when I couldn't see anymore--at just about dusk. My feet were tired. JB usually mows but his mower broke a belt about a week ago and he's just a bit too caught up with other things to replace it.

I don't mow the big stuff! I just mow around the house so the knot-heads don't beat me around the ankles when I go from the driveway to the house. I use the mower I finagled from my ex-husband during our divorce. It's self-propelled, so after about 2 or 3 hours, it's pulling me around the house.

And the house isn't really that big. There's a studio on the left that JB uses for woodworking. It's not attached, but does look like it from the road.

2.I have been forced into learning patience.
I love the back yard. When I first moved back to Virgina, I begin planning a walking garden. Now I am afraid I have created much more than I can keep up with.
And I have great plans for that little guest house. One day...

3. I'm a closet hairdresser.
I cut JB's hair probably twice a year, although he needs it done more often. I usually badger him until he submits! He really needs a professional to do it for him, although I must admit I am getting better (and faster) at getting it done.

4. I'm a bit obsessive.
Generally, when I start a project, I go full steam. Unfortunately, I begin to wear out before I'm quite through. I always finish what I start, but end up dead tired. Let's just say I sleep well.
Today for example, I cleaned the basement. The weather has turned cooler so I had to make room for all my plants. It's done, But I am ready to get horizontal!

5. Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of time.
I can't believe that more than 50 years of my life has passed! It makes me feel like I have to hurry to do everything that I'd like to get done.

6. I wish we could all be honest.
Why is honesty so hard? Really, it's the simpler way... and there'd be an end to assuming.

Okay, so I did 6. That just means I'm ahead for tomorrow...

I Had My Cake And Ate It Too

2009-10-04T22:20:00.003-05:00

Today I am 51.

What a day, indeed. But don't they all end up ultimately that way?

The city-girl daughter worked a lunch shift then waited patiently while I took my birthday cake out of the oven before taking me to dinner. That was quite a treat! I am so happy she is living close to me--living with me--so I am a part of her life (as she is mine) every day. That is a wonderful blessing. And yes, I tell her that at every opportunity.

But, this morning I went to visit Pop because he has a suspicious bruise on his side that is totally unwarranted. Looks like more of a large (12X14) blood blister...

He and I and Momo went to the ER to have it investigated. He is scheduled for a follow up with his personal physician tomorrow. The city-girl daughter is going to hoard in with the premise of birthday cake and then phone me to see if I need to cut my afternoon classes.

I'm sure Pop will be fine--he is a tough old buzzard. Sitting with him in the ER reminded me of visits with my children. You spend the bulk of your time finding conversations that are completely distracting in an effort to get them to forget where they are and what why they are there...

I feel so bad for not posting. There is so much going on and often I just have a difficult time putting everything into words. I will try to do better, because I know inquiring minds want to know, and the practice will do me great good as I have a ginormous number of papers to write this semester. Be patient with me as I am still learning so much...

I'll leave you with these shots of the city-girl daughter playing tennis last Thursday...

If nothing else, this is an example as to how very important is is to remain focused on our goals.

My Immortal Grandmother

2009-09-27T09:49:00.002-05:00

When I let Blue out early this morning, this is what I saw on the east stoop:

It's a succulent that came from a plant that was once Granny's (Pop's mother).
She passed away one year before the city-girl daughter was born.

My oldest sister had given me a piece of the plant a couple of years ago. While her plant has bloomed, mine had never produced anything other that twists and turns of thick rubbery leaves. Imagine my delight!

In fact, I'm so silly that I was thrilled when I got this rather odd tubular extension on the plant on the kitchen porch.

What a wonderful surprise to realize there is more to come.

I Was, Therefore, I Am

2009-09-24T21:46:00.008-05:00

I played hookey today.

My afternoon class was canceled and I had a one-day job opportunity utilizing my IT skills that payed quite handsomely so I jumped on it. What the hell...

But this evening was truly delightful. I stopped by Momo and Pop's to check on their shared bronchitis--and met up with my Uncle Danny (Momo's youngest brother!). He's quite eccentric and always a treat.

He followed me home and we all dined on a dinner of Shrimp Scampi--then I pulled out slides (yes! slides!) of my youth. He and I and the city-girl daughter watched them--complete with the groanings from a 30-year-old projector.

After turning our heads left, then right to view the ones that were placed inappropriately--the city-girl daughter is convinced that I was, in fact, young at some point.

Judging from this pic of JB and I back in the day, it looks like not much has changed besides our hairstyles...

She got such a kick out of seeing her grandparents in their thirties and forties, too.

She thought the furniture of the seventies was pretty "pimp." The cars back then were "crazy" and built like tanks. (Yes, they were. What happened to those good solid cars?)

This photograph was taken in 1977--could that really have been 32 years ago???

A Little Scientific Research

2009-09-23T06:42:00.005-05:00

I took a guest with me to school last week.

It was Mr. Wonderful.

I thought the students in my gender studies classes might like to visit with him a bit.

The FEMALE class noticed how large his feet are--right away.

The MALE class was more interested in hearing what Mr. Wonderful had to say and how I happened to own a Mr. Wonderful doll.
One fellow noted his smile was not unlike those guys in the commercials for the male enhancement products.

Part of Mr. Wonderful's charm is he "always says the right things."

No wonder he's smiling...

Update on Pop:I was right--he is a tough old buzzard. The x-rays were clean. All's in good order. The doctor suspects his recent bout with bronchitis created the bruise.

A Room With A View

2009-09-21T05:45:00.005-05:00

I'm still putting my bedroom back together. I haven't hung pictures or the blinds. The main things are taken care of--the bed and the computer are fully functional. (Really, I'm just so damn tickled that the walls have no cracks for wind to whistle through this year!)

JB put up the new bedroom door (more than 2 weeks ago), but the doorknob hasn't made it to the door yet. It's still in the package on the kitchen counter.

A minor detail to him, I'm sure.

But the door opens and closes and if I want it to remain closed, I put a doorstop in front of it.

Peering through the opening where the doorknob should be, I can see my chubby little dog (Blue) napping in the living room.

The Sound Of Silence

2009-09-19T21:41:00.004-05:00

I feel so bad.

I have blogging buddies that have just dropped out of sight. I wonder what might have happened that they no longer have time for me. I'm curious. I hope they are doing well--but still I want to know what is going on. I won't mention names--you know who you are (cce, where are you??).

With that thought in mind, I'm bringing you all up to speed with my life.

I've just finished three weeks now at my new university. I'm absolutely loving it. I think it is a match made in heaven. I'm in love.

This school is the absolute most wonderful thing in the world. Never mind that I am just one of 30 non-tradtional students there. Oh, but we're not called non-tradtional, we're prime timers. Every time I hear primer timers, my mind thinks not ready for primer time players.

The great news is that I love my classes. I'm a sociology major with a minor in gender studies, so what's not to like? The class discussions are awesome! (Although I think I may be scaring some of the young folks in my Men 1945-present class...)

The campus is old, very old. All the sidewalks are brick and the majority of the buildings do not have elevators, but rather many flights of stairs.

I have lost weight! My clothes are buttoning quite easily these days.

My commute is 50 minutes every day in my poor ole clunker of a car--that I purchased NEW in 1999. The Saturn is hanging tough, though--and for that I am ever grateful.

Life is truly very good. And if I feel that way, then I am either insane or really happy--you be the judge.

Irony

2009-09-06T08:37:00.005-05:00

"Many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its fragrance on the desert air."

Thomas Gray, "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard."

Critical Thinking

2009-09-01T07:06:00.004-05:00

I saw this bumper sticker while visiting this place:

I was taken with the charm of the more than century-old buildings. I couldn't help but wonder whose footsteps preceded my own as I stepped along the brick walkways.

A lover of all things historic, I was hooked after all of about two visits.

And so I find myself in school again--a week into it. This time, it's different though.
My classes are literature and gender studies. There are no labs to complete, but rather pages to read in preparation for class discussions.

And what discussions! My faith is renewed in this new generation--by those twenty-somethings--who express themselves far better that I could ever hope! They're objective and clearly well-prepared to embrace this changing world.

I shall hope I can continue, but have my fears now. My home life has been rocky for years now and I feel the shifting becoming more intense.

Zero Minus Ten And Counting

2009-08-22T22:45:00.001-05:00

So JB has been gone for what--five days now--and can you guess how I decided to spend my time?

I had great plans. I had decided to "chill -lax" (the city girl's words for chill and relax)--but do you think I really had it in me? Wouldn't it have been grand, if it had happened?

But no, it didn't.

I decided this was the opportune time to get the bedroom done. And remembering that I had traded a car (two years ago) for a little cash and enough labor to get the bedroom all sealed before winter, I jumped at the chance.

JB left at 7:45 am on Wednesday and by 8:00 I started moving furniture like a woman possessed. By 2 pm when the materials were delivered, I was ready.

I did have a bit of help. Pop came over, two days running-- to make sure everything was wired correctly.

So here it is Saturday night and I'm looking at at a a lot of drywall yet to sanded and painted, but I feel good about what has been accomplished. I would have liked for it all to have been done, but this is what happens. You do what you can, right?

You Never Know Until You Try

2009-08-15T06:47:00.005-05:00

"Results! Why, man, I have gotten a lot of results.
I know several thousand things that won't work."

-- Thomas A. Edison

It would seem that Mr Edison and I have a great deal in common. After all the planning, my upside down tomato plant yielded but ONE tomato.

Your Cliche is Calling

2009-08-07T07:10:00.005-05:00

If you expect a rainbow...

then you have to learn to put up with a little rain.

I've had a bit of trouble expressing myself lately, so I have resorted to cliches.

It's Best To Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

2009-08-02T21:10:00.005-05:00

Most mornings when I walk through the kitchen I can see a basket-full of dog on the deck.

He looks quite comfy, doesn't he? And things are so quiet and peaceful until he wakes up!

Sometimes I can get through a glass of juice before he wakes. I try to be quiet, but he's usually awakened when I dump the carafe of water in the coffemaker.

He's not a slow riser. If I were to open the patio doors just a crack, he'd leap up out of the basket and be ready...

And once Lina appears in the kitchen, we start yet another day of a battle between the sexes, so to speak. He snarls, growls, paces and body slams the door in an attempt to rattle her.

But Lina is always in fine form. Like a true lady, she does her very best to just ignore him.

I'm Twice Her Age

2009-07-31T22:56:00.009-05:00

Since we last visited, the city-girl daughter turned 25.

I sewed those flashy silver sequins on a red shirt at her subtle request.

She told me since she had never gotten a "4" dress like her sister, I should do it.
What was I thinking? I never realized the flash was something she wanted.

She had a lovely day with lots of flowers.

A single rose from her male acquaintance before their lunch in the next city
(not her significant other, mind you)

And a lovely bouquet of varied pink flowers from Miss Jeni.
Once I saw the lilies, I knew it had to be from Jen.

The birthday girl retired early--
as a responsible young lady should--
ever mindful of her obligations the next day.

Neon Bugs

2009-07-15T07:36:00.003-05:00

And She Doesn't Cook?

2009-07-14T07:48:00.000-05:00

The city-girl gets caught up in the moment sometimes. We talk about all sorts of things. We discuss current events, human behavior or the latest celebrity gossip.

And sometimes in the the midst of all this, I'm cooking.

While I'm busy doing chopping, I'll cleverly ask her to stir what's on the stove. My hands are wet or messy, so I'll ask her to check what's in the oven or fetch me something out of the cabinet.

She's been "helping" in the kitchen since she was a small child so she does it without hesitation. But I really pushed the envelope when I asked her to turn the eggrolls while I prepared more...

But I know how she likes eggrolls.

Puberty In Reverse

2009-07-13T08:01:00.000-05:00

This is on loan from Momo.

If I remember correctly,
she came across this little gem just about the time
Pop was in his mid-fifties.

After doing some research I have learned that the grouchiness
can be attributed to andropause. It is very common
and is basically male menopause.

With all the remedies for female menopause, why haven't we allowed the same acceptance to the male equivalent? It's a shame that andropause doesn't get the attention and those suffering with it don't get treatment.

When Life Gives You Lemons

2009-07-11T17:50:00.007-05:00

Here's a photo of my latest project.

Blue, Lina and Haji were kind enough to demonstrate
the practicality of a wine cork rug.

I've been saving wine corks since JB and I married,
about eight years ago. I never had any steadfast plans for
the corks, although I once had thought they would make an
interesting floor covering for the basement bathroom.

I'm now working on rug number two.

The cork contribution has dwindled considerably as these days I may add
two corks a week at best and JB has become strictly a canned beer man...

Any novel ideas for beer cans??

The Best Laid Plans

2009-06-29T06:31:00.004-05:00

Try as I may, I still can't grasp the idea that lists, goals and plans don't guarantee success.

I'm in denial, the city-girl daughter tells me matter-of-factly. She not cynical, shes says. She's a realist.

Okay. Okay. I'm listening, but I'm not really hearing any of it. Learning to ride the waves, rather than resist the pulls and tugs of daily living, I've decided is the key.

Just last week, I photographed this delighted traveler as she was setting off for a short visit with a childhood friend.
After finishing another semester of school, and working too many shifts waiting tables, she was obviously embracing a few days off to relax and catch-up
.

So off we go--in plenty of time--to the airport west of our little kingdom. With more than an hour to spare, we were feeling good. That is until the city-girl daughter's ticket number could not be found in the system. It was only after she and I had both tried several times, did I notice her flight was booked at the airport to the east of our little kingdom.

Back in the car we went, knowing are chances of catching the flight (more than 50 miles to the east) were slim to none.

No harm, no foul is what my old friend the nurse always said.

During the drive, arrangements were made to catch the next flight via phone. It really worked out better because we had time for lunch and a proper send-off.

She doesn't look near as excited the second airport, does she?

Upon seeing this sign, she reminds me I have always told her she was special.

This face is in response to the TSA asking if there were any sharp objects in her bag.
She replied, "Tweezers?"

Having completed all the necessary check-in procedures, she explains the events of the day to the anxious folks who have a limo waiting for her in Atlanta.

The Best Dancer

2009-06-27T16:28:00.002-05:00

I will always be in awe of this incredible talent.

The Music God Made

2009-06-23T07:48:00.007-05:00

JB and I went to see this fellow a week ago, last Tuesday. I am happy to report that while he may have aged, his voice is still perfection!

I have many, many pictures!

The lyrics below are to a song that was actually performed at my second wedding. When I heard it again at the concert, it made me think of all sorts of things.

If love is in fact the music that God has made, I should really learn to not dwell on the sour notes.

I'm A Delicate Flower

2009-06-20T10:46:00.003-05:00

So I can relate to my dog, Blue.
I did not pass my certification exam Thursday.
Disappointing? Yes. But not fatal.
After another round of hitting the books, I'll give it another shot.

So what happened to the Academic Excellence student?
I'm thinking a wee bit of test anxiety...

So, I'm taking a breather for the next day or so. I plan on learning to relax.
The city-girl daughter has suggested I don't know HOW.

The problem is there's always something that needs to be done.
But Lina has no problem just chillin' while JB mows our bajillion-acre yard.

But even JB know when to take a break.
He rescued a turtle while mowing and brought it to safety in the Hosta bed.

The flowerbeds and the garden are calling my name.
But I've been encouraged to stay inside as the humidity is very high
and I am a delicate flower.

A Dose Of Reality

2009-06-14T08:58:00.010-05:00

We've been getting a lot of rain and thunderstorms here lately.

It's all we can do to keep up with the yard and flowerbeds.

There are times, I think we are fighting a losing battle.
I went planting-crazy a few years back and now everything is everywhere!

It's so hard to stay inside and study when you look out the window
and there is so much that needs to be done--everything is calling your name.

The city-girl daughter has encouraged me to "get my inner geek on."
I've been working at it. I've been cramming for the big certification test on Tuesday for 2 or 3 days now. Studying makes me a bit crazy. I can only take so much of it and then I must drastically change gears.

So yesterday, I decided to take the day off from the books to do some much-needed spring cleaning. I cleaned out from under the deck where I store all my gardening stuff.

I worked in the humidity (in the shade) until my hair was soaking wet--about three times.

Then I stepped into the cool of the basement to clean and re-organize the area that houses all my gardening chemicals and birdfeeders.

I drank Gatorade and lots of water, but this post-menopausal body just doesn't seem to care. I fell out just before dark after a shower and 2 glasses of wine.

Happily Ever After

2009-06-07T08:57:00.004-05:00

The wedding was 8 days ago.

According to the phone call I received from the new bride--day before yesterday--the honeymooners should be returning home today.

The city-girl daughter and I reconnected with the groom's family and met new family members. They're in-laws, but the absolute best kind. They're the kind of people that embrace you unconditionally and focus on the positive while refusing to admit anything lesser exists.

I'm so happy for my youngest and her beau of more than 7 years. With two sets of parents on each side, they have the strongest support system imaginable.

There were tears at the wedding. The city-girl daughter and I dabbed at our eyes and sniffed, while the groom's sister (a bridesmaid) used her entire hand repeatedly in an effort to keep her face dry.

Happy tears. Tears that melt your heart...

Doing The Deed

2009-05-22T21:56:00.002-05:00

Looks like the baby girl is no longer a baby.

The city-girl daughter and I will be heading out on Wednesday for the mad wedding rush. We did another day of dress shopping today and I'm satisfied with my choices. I think the city-girl daughter is happy with hers, also.

Much to the dismay of my salesclerks, there will be no strapless gowns or halter dresses. I believe the mother of the bride should have a certain level of dignity. PUHLEESE!

I've spoken to the bride-to-be about twice a day here lately. I'm thrilled by the turn of events--usually she calls about once every two weeks!!

It's just so hard to comprehend her being at this stage in her life. Marriage is scary--of course, it has always been my experience that the females seem to understand this concept better than the males. (I'm not hatin' on the men. I like men. Why else would I have done this three times already??? I've just never seemed to find one up to the challenge!)

I've encouraged her to "just chill" and let the events unfold.

I'm ready to enjoy this celebration of two individuals sharing their love for one another.

What's Next, You Say?

2009-05-16T07:47:00.003-05:00

"The goal of education is the creation and transmission of knowledge — not the creation and transmission of prestige."

I read an interesting article in the New York Times this morning and pulled this perfect-for-what-I-have-noticed quote.

An education is a wonderful thing, indeed. I finished school--finally--because I always felt bad because I hadn't finished. Unfinished business is the worse, don't you think?

It hangs over your head, keeps you up at night and shames you continually.

So I finished this. Hooray!

But never in a million years would I think anyone would be anything but ecstatic. What in the world was I thinking?

That nagging guilt over not finishing what we start, and the shame for not doing what needs to be done or what we know should be done--has transferred to others now.

I'm so sorry. I was obviously only thinking of myself.

Just A Mum?

2009-05-10T06:05:00.007-05:00

A woman, renewing her driver's license ,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is,"' explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a ...?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.

"I'm a Mum."

'We don't list 'Mum' as an occupation. "Housewife' covers it,"
said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).

But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mum.'

Motherhood!

What a glorious career!

Pop sent me this in an email earlier this week.

Don't Let The Sonofabitches Get You Down

2009-05-09T21:54:00.004-05:00

I had a dream the other night.

I dreamt the world was a happy place. No phone calls from long lost friends inquiring about your level of happiness--no worried looks from relatives.

Is there such a place?

We have all learned--at least by our mid twenties--that the world offers constant challenges.

Suck it up and deal with it.

After the last exam on Tuesday evening, the city-girl daughter and I tried our hand at Scrabble.

We're dong much better these days with our wordpower. See the word SEVERE??

She was curious about how we would fare after yet another semester of college.

I wish I had finished school in my twenties. I know now what a difference it would have made in the last 30 years of my life. I am thankful to have finshed at whatever age--but still have this nagging thought in the back of my mind about how it would have altered things.

But still, an accomplishment is an accomplishemnt--and I am thankful for those who realize the effort involved. Thank you for so very much--Momo and Pop.

I spoke to an old friend the other day who told me how proud her children were when she graduated--and how her husband had tears of happiness for her...

I can only imagine how wonderful that must have been for her.

I am graduating Thursday--and then I must test for the Cisco certification (CCNA), Cheeer me on folks. I really need the encouragement. My oldest--the city-girl daughter-just doesn't understand why I am not more confident.

I guess I am just tired...

Driving Mizmell

2009-04-30T22:19:00.003-05:00

It was just last Saturday that the city-girl daughter drove us both up the mountain to have breakfast at the Peaks of Otter lodge. It's truly beautiful--and about 10 degrees cooler!

After a mediocre breakfast (the food is not worthy of the landscape!) we walked around the lake for some photo ops.

I have photographs of her father holding her--just six weeks old--in this very spot. Were it not for the demands on my time--finishing up the last week of school--I would have dug them out and scanned the pictures for comparison. I know all my readers are highly creative, though. You get the general idea.

The city-girl has re-emerged as a rising tennis star. I was a serious tennis investor when she was in her teens. I'm happy to report that watching tennis is just as much fun (if not more so) when it is NOT highly competitive in nature.

I find it very refreshing these days to look at old things with a new perspective.

And next?

Tomorrow is the last day to meet with the adolescent boys who are my team members on my final project--to be presented on Monday evening. Two exams on Tuesday and I may be finally through.

And yes, there's an awards ceremony tomorrow evening. I should be receiving one for academic excellence... and I learned this evening, another for my networking studies.

Photos?

That's a difficult one, as I am the photographer in the family.

Its All On A Wheel

2009-04-18T06:30:00.003-05:00

Trials are but lessons that you failed to learn presented once again,
so where you made a faulty choice before you now can make a better one,
and thus escape all pain that what you chose before has brought to you.

Meditations from A Course in Miracles.

Better Things Ahead

2009-04-17T05:26:00.005-05:00

I never planted the hyacinths at the front walk. They appeared once I removed the fence--it had been there so long, the wire had relaxed into the earth and had to be dug from the ground. Once the area was cleaned though, daffodils and random tulips emerged.

When I traded my corporate job and house in the city for a an old farmhouse in the depths of rural America, there were a few who just couldn't manage to keep their opinions to themselves.

I remember.

They spoke their piece. Others merely shook their heads, acknowledging their complete inability to comprehend my choice.

But I was driven by what could be. I had a vision, right down to the last detail.

I've never been one concerned with pleasing the masses. I know that each individual is responsible for their own happiness.

I also know full well, someone will always have something to say. Rather than be upset with the talk, I'm happy to save someone else from the gossip-mongers--even if its only momentarily.

I'm also a very determined person. When I set my mind on something, it becomes a challenge to follow through to the end. I may complain a bit along the way, but I keep plowing along.

Since I went back to school, I've waded through assignments, juggled schedules and books. I've whined about biology but have become more ecologically aware.

And now, with just a few weeks from finishing my degree, I realize the unexpected benefit is I've learned a lot about myself in the process.

The Thrill of the Chase

2009-04-08T07:42:00.007-05:00

Inevitably, something catches our eye.

And instinctively, we are in hot pursuit.

All thoughts are on achieving this one thing.

As the ultimate goal comes closer into view, we develop tunnel vision.

No one or nothing can stand in our way now.

All the excitement.
All the surge of emotions--both high and low--
with no thought beyond the chase.

No thought of what's next...

Reaching New Heights

2009-04-08T07:24:00.002-05:00

Miss Jeni climbed atop a concrete picnic table
to photograph the Austin skyline.
She's completely enamored with the city.

I guess the old saying is true:
Unless you're at the top of the hill, the view is all the same.

Miss Jeni took this photograph
from a ledge overlooking Lake Austin.

Life is Meant To Be Party

2009-03-31T08:12:00.007-05:00

Miss Jeni's bridal shower had a Mardi Gras theme...

Complete with a colorful champagne punch...

And an ample supply of nibbles.

All this creativity and skill was provided by her future sister-in-law.

We played games (including bridal pictionary) and
then did the old-school ritual of collecting bows
from packages to make the bride a hat. Lovely, isn't it?

Here's the happy couple. Don't they make a stunning pair?

Higher Ground

2009-03-27T11:26:00.004-05:00

It's so refreshing to see a couple!

The youngest daughter and her fiancee' are so in sync. One finishes the others thoughts and they move effortlessly together like a well-rehearsed dance team. Don't be fooled into thinking this is a new relationship--they have been exclusive for about 7 years now.

It does my heart good to see the genuine care and concern they have for one another. The little touch on the arm, the hand at the small of her back to guide her up a staircase or through a doorway--these are small gestures that speak volumes.

The future son-in-law arrived home from his IT job and immediately embraces me with a bear hug. I saw him last when he and Miss Jeni helped me prepare the city-girl daughter for the move to Virginia, about a year ago.

After a brief catch-up conversation, we head to the outskirts of Austin. There's a special place that he and Miss Jeni go that provides the most spectacular view of the city. We race against time to catch the sunset.

We arrive with just 10 minutes to spare. After climbing a multitude of rock stairs, I'm encouraged to climb down a series of rock ledges to the ultimate spot.

I decline.

At 50, I have learned the hard way that some things just aren't worth the risk.
When I was in my 20's I would have thought nothing of it. Not now, though. I'm not quite as daring as I once was...

The view is amazing! Lake Austin stretches forever in both directions and the city is an oasis in the distance. I catch the sun as it slips over the horizon.

I can see the two of them below me 30 feet or so. It makes me anxious, but I try not to let on.

Miss Jeni climbs back up, borrows my camera and takes pictures from their vantage point.

I can't wait to share the pictures, but haven't located a mini USB cable to upload the photos.

Marriage is An Outdated Concept

2009-03-25T20:35:00.003-05:00

I'm packing up to head to Austin in the wee hours. My youngest has a bridal shower Saturday.

And no, my husband is not driving me to the airport. Is that something a husband should do?? My husband is appalled that I should suggest it.

I cleaned the refrigerator today and planned enough meals so he wouldn't worry the neighbors and his mother while I was gone. I can drive myself the 23 miles to the airport, but... what is a partner for, really???

It's a woman thing, I guess.

I'm waiting on the last load of clothes in the washer and he's fast asleep on the couch. Will he know when I have left?

Were it not for the remaining 4 weeks I have to reach my degree, I'm not sure I would come back.

Does it matter??

Well, the city-girl daughter has re-acquainted herself with tennis and there is a match April 10.
I am anxious to see how she fairs. She will do wonderfully. I will take pictures and share them, I promise.

I Think I Can. I Think I Can.

2009-03-14T19:37:00.005-05:00

So I'm 72 hours without nicotine. I'm trying to deal with this 35 year addiction from a psychological approach. So far, so good.

The city girl daughter is cheering me on. She says she wants me to figure it all out so I can tell her how to do it. Isn't that typical of our children??

After making fun of my choice of footwear for some time, she has finally succumbed. She (at least) realized the importance of comfort while she is working.

Hint: Hers are the black... mine are the brown.

Face it, kids are always looking to their parents for direction and / or guidance.

I remember when she confronted me with her first dose of life's disappointments. She was so angry I hadn't warned her. I was blatantly honest when I explained that, had I been privy to a roadmap to life, I would have used it myself.

I remind her (and the youngest daughter) that we need to be ever mindful of the curveballs of life. These are the very ones that have a tendency to hit us square on--in the pit of the stomach, when we least suspect it-- and take the very wind out of our sails.

Doesn't mean we can't recover. Just means we have to be on our toes, so we're better equipped to bounce back, after the inital jolt (or shock).

I'm a firm believer in the fact that we all are limited only by our own thoughts. If you think you can do it, then you can do it. You know, the power of positive thinking and all that stuff.

So I'm hanging in there. Haven't missed a cigarette yet. And I'm hoping for the best.

So, won't you cheer me on?

I'm looking for Version 2

2009-03-08T09:15:00.005-05:00

He was quick-witted and often risque. But once you started reading his posts, you inevitably came back for more. It was nothing short of an addiction.

Now, I'm waiting to read his obit. It is my understanding he wrote it some time back, when he learned his days were limited.

I'm trying to not be sad (but my eyes keep welling up).

He was the very reason I started blogging. I came across his blog while doing tech support for a cable company. I emailed him and let him know he had inspired me to start my own.

I will miss him.

But it looks as if my pal Ol Hoss may get another chance, though. Always plotting and planning, he was one step ahead of all of us:

I want to live my next life backwards:

You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in a nursing home and start feeling better each day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy. Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.

Then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're too young to work. You get ready for high school: drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.

Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities. Then you become a baby.

You spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions: central heating, room service on tap, and then....You finish off as an orgasm.

Making Tracks

2009-03-03T13:10:00.004-05:00

You should see the all the paw prints, going every which way!

It's up to 24 degrees now. JB and the city girl daughter have both gone to work, leaving me with all the animals.

So now we know why they have all the energy to romp through the house like a herd of buffalo after dark.

Blue, on the other hand, just moves from one place to another, waiting for that fabulous four-letter word: RIDE.

No ride today, I'm afraid. With the snow slowly melting away, I'm devoting my energies to completing assignments...

And I have a new (eight-week) class that starts this evening!

Thank You Mother Nature!

2009-03-01T20:50:00.003-05:00

What is it about snow that is so calming to watch?

I made a last-minute store run for necessities and the snow began falling on the drive back home. I watched as it fell diagonally at the windshield, trying hard not to be mesmerized by the patterns whirling right in front of me as I drove.

Once inside the warmth of our home, I was safe to enjoy the view from our many kitchen windows as I prepared a dinner of corned beef and cabbage with lots of carrots and onions. JB made his famous cornbread.

School is cancelled tomorrow! A reprieve--at last.

I'm worse than a teenager in high school, I know. But I promise I will make good use of the extra time.

But for now, I think I'll grab that over-sized afghan the city-girl daughter made for me and pile up with her on the couch to watch a movie.

Turnabout Is Fair Play

2009-02-20T22:31:00.004-05:00

I'm still struggling with C++.

I think it may be because I want to use the index rather than reading the text. I'm programmed for shortcuts.

There is no shortcut for programming, I'm afraid.

I was in the midst of this when the youngest called late this afternoon. She sensed the tension in my voice immediately and inquired.

I let it all out. I told her hold this programming class was killing me. I told her how I had fears that this class may do me in and I may not graduate. I told her I just had too much on my plate right now. I was stressed and wasn't sleeping well. I suggested I was pulling a "Jeni" and reminded her of how she had shared the very same apprehensions during her last semester of school.

She laughed-- a deep (knowing) belly laugh.

She then proceeded to relate her memories of her last semester in school and how stressed she had been. She reminisced about how she just knew that being so close to graduation, there would be one prerequisite that she hadn't met-- and she would find out too late! She reminded me of our "brink of disaster" late-night conversations.

She then said she would be "mom"for a minute. She suggested I run a hot bath and soak. Or perhaps I just needed to put school on the back burner for the evening and have a glass of wine and chill. Or better yet, maybe I needed a dose of Rescue Remedy.

These instructions were followed by another deep belly laugh.

I'm not slow... I understood completely what was happening, as quickly as it occurred. But rather be distressed by the role reversal, I'm really quite thrilled.

How nice it is to have your children looking after you.

Broaden Your Mind

2009-02-14T10:08:00.003-05:00

I've decided to tackle my demons head on.

I began this good read at the hairdresser's yesterday. I feel better. I'm not sure whether the book should get all the credit, though.

Realizing the power of a good read, I gave JB this book for Valentine's Day.

I appealed to his inner geek and got him a technical manual!

This book has just hit the shelves and is a fabulous find for mothers, sisters, daughters and friends. It's written by best selling author, Gregory Lang and you should get yours now for Mother's Day. It'll make you weep. It'll make you laugh out loud. It will touch your heart.

This book...you'll have to wait a bit longer to hit the shelves.

Pop turned 75 on Thursday and is busy writing his memoirs.
It's still a work in progress.

439 Times in 3 Years

2009-02-05T14:26:00.003-05:00

Today is my blogoversary--and I nearly forgot. It took a commenter wishing me a "Happy Blogoversary" to remind me.

I've been too preoccupied with Cisco's WAN exploration class and trying to learn C++ programming via a web class. The stress of the workload is getting to me.

I took a hot shower this morning and tried to decide whether it was stress, lack of yoga, or if I was having a heart attack and just didn't understand the warning signs. I figured I better clean up and fix up just in case it was a heart attack.

JB came home midday to find me all weepy debugging a C++ program. Those of you who understand this language may find my reaction quite silly. But those of you who have no earthly idea about C++, would probably empathize.

After my eyes had leaked sufficiently into my floral handkerchief, I managed to correct 30 errors. I have no idea how--and of course part of the assignment is to document how.

This entire episode reminded me of my Jeni when she was just a little girl. She often practiced piano through tears--pushing herself to the limits of her ability. She played well, but seemed intent on torturing herself by taking on projects meant for more accomplished players. But in the end, she was always victorious.

In middle school, the city-girl daughter made herself physically ill maintaining her high grade point average--as if to do well was not enough, she had to be the best. She was first chair cello in the school orchestra and the Philharmonic Youth Orchestra, and a top-ranked tennis player in the state at the age of 14.

I guess sometimes you just have to find out just what you can do.

I invite you to check out my first blog post, written 3 years ago today. The advice given to me by one of my daughters three years ago still rings true.

But, first I have to get through this semester of school...

Weather Indicater

2009-01-28T22:43:00.001-05:00

The city-girl daughter says you can always tell it's cold
if you see Lina with her nose up her ass.

Whatever Gets You Through

2009-01-28T08:29:00.004-05:00

The icy cold from yesterday has spilled over into today.
The sky is grey and there's a slight fog rolling in this morning.

It's so beautiful, you almost forget how treacherous it can be.

The hibiscus blooming in my bedroom provides a sharp contrast--
keeping me ever mindful of warmer days and better things to come.

So many textures here!

But for now, I must deal with this a while longer.

Medicinal Purposes

2009-01-25T21:28:00.003-05:00

I've gotten into the habit of reading this blog called Proof:

For the past 10,000 years or so, wherever humans have gathered, there has been alcohol. Some never touch the stuff. But most do. It is used to celebrate, commiserate, mourn, remember and, often, to forget. It is different things to different people: libation, anesthetic, emotional crutch, social lubricant, addictive substance, sacred potion, killer or commodity. In "Proof," contributors consider the charms, powers and dangers of drink, and the role it plays in their lives.

If we dig deep enough, or are honest enough, we can see the role alcohol has played in our lives. Good, bad or indifferent--it is what it is.

Today JB says he has a touch of a bug. He has had the sniffles, clears his throat constantly and has had the chills.

But after a couple of beers, a bottle and a half of Reisling, he seems to be feeling much better.

The Turkey Lives

2009-01-23T23:29:00.005-05:00

A week ago today, we went down to check on Austin Nichols. And he is doing just fine.
The city-girl even allowed him a peck or two of her hand. He was gracious enough to do a bit of a visit--sans flash.

I just wonder when he will be ready for the real world? Certainly not during spring turkey season! But I also wonder whether it is up to him or those who have become so accustomed to his company...

More Than You Really Need To Know

2009-01-18T10:02:00.008-05:00

What is it about others lives that make them so interesting? Could it be part of the grass-is-greener theory, perhaps? Or maybe it's just a welcome diversion from our own life!

My friend Kat from Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes was recently interviewed by a fellow blogger. She agreed to provide a short interview for me and has tagged me with five questions of her choosing. If you're interested in keeping the interview ring going, see the info at the bottom of this post.

1.What is your philosophy in life?
Keep moving! I'm a bit driven--knowing what needs to get done and driving everyone insane while getting it done. My parents are depression babies, so I was raised with fundamentals of integrity, accountability and responsibility. I was taught to rely on myself, trust my gut instincts and live honestly--expecting no less from those around me. If you strive to live with a clear conscience, it keeps life from becoming complicated.

2.Which plant do you look forward to the most in the Spring?
I'm always in awe of the strength of daffodils and tulips, standing tall against those harsh last traces of winter.

3.What is your absolute favorite thing to cook?
My favorite thing to cook is stir fry. It's quick, nutritious and so colorful. I do enjoy the smell of simmering onions and/or garlic.
But the best part of cooking is the gratitude and appreciation from those who sample the outcome.

4.Tell me one of your most-treasured memories of you and your daughter.
When I was pregnant with my second daughter, the city-girl was just a little over 12 months. I remember how sick I was that first trimester! As I was experiencing the throes of morning sickness, the city-girl daughter would be like an echo, mimicking every sound as I made it. It was pretty funny! It made me realize what a huge responsibility was ahead of me, too.

5.Where were you married?
I married JB right here in our living room beside the Christmas tree in 2001. The local justice of the peace performed the ceremony. We wore jeans and had 2 wedding pictures taken by 1 of the 3 guests that attended.
I've had 2 traditional weddings and have come to the conclusion that it's really not about how it gets done--its more about the two people that are getting married.

Here are the rules:

Here are the instructions if you wish to be interviewed by me:

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me".
2. I will respond by e-mailing you five questions (I get to pick the questions)
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

I will post a list of those who have agreed to an interview so everyone can follow along.

Let Me Help Ease Your Pain

2009-01-13T08:47:00.006-05:00

This is where I blog, do homework, read, pay bills and email daily.

Quite the mess, but I admit I tidied it up just a little before photographing. I said a little!

You see that reverse tilt keyboard stand? My JB made that for me! I had seen one that was quite expensive and showed it to him, while remarking "I bet you could make me one of those."
He surprised me with this for Christmas!

The reverse slope eases the strain on the wrists.
Note, I do have a gel wrist pad for my wireless mouse.

Since my classes are web intensive, I spend lots of time in front of the computer. I try to keep everything as ergonomically correct as possible.

Just about everything I need is within my neutral reach zone.

If your shoulder hurts, or wrists ache, or if you have tingling in your fingers, PLEASE hear me out. I have had 2 computer related surgeries. I have had physical therapists tell me that I should no longer do computer-related jobs.

What can I say? I love a challenge! And I am always on the lookout for a better way to continue doing what I do with as much comfort as possible.

If you're hurting now :

invest in a good ice gel pack to help reduce inflammation. Use it as necessary. I know a heating pad feels better, but a gel pack will reduce inflammation, which will make you feel better longer.
Take a pain reliever (Aleve works for me, but I maybe do that one or twice a year now!)
See a chiropractor. I can't tell you how much I have benefited from this alone.
Take up Yoga
And please, please adjust your workstation!

I want you to feel better because I like reading what you have to say. So, do it for me okay?

IMS Is A Lot Like IBS

2009-01-10T19:27:00.004-05:00

So we've hear about IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome). Not something welcome in everyday conversation, but real, nonetheless.

IMS (Irritable Male Syndrome) is a lot like IBS. Both involve a backlog of shit.

IMS is a clinical, proven condition--except to those 50+ males! Its is described as the volatile mood swings of a syndrome that can wreak havoc with a man's closest relationships

Maybe I'm a lot like that group of men who suddenly are faced with a wife in menopause. I'm shocked by their behavior, confused as to what has become of my mate, and wondering just how f-ing long this is going to continue!

It makes life interesting, to say the least.

This man--who used to hang on my every word, who used to accompany me everywhere and kiss my hand repeatedly--has taken on a Jackie Gleason mystique and takes great pleasure in antiquated "ball and chain" jokes.

Conversation has become a series of grunts and eye rolling.

Who is this man and what has he done with that man I married?

I gave him this little token not too long ago:

I was hoping he'd understand how emotions can flow. I started menopause about five years ago. I'd like to think I am through. I think I am--but I'm not taking anything for granted.

This is the area we refer to as the "man cave."

This is where you will find him 90% of his time at home. He talks on his ham radio to his old fart friends and surfs the internet--primarily Ebay and YouTube.

I'll be glad when this phase passes--I miss him.

Feet, Don't Fail Me Now

2009-01-08T12:04:00.006-05:00

Begging please don't make a fool of me
Feet don't fail me now
Please don't keep me where I should not be
Feet don't fail me now
Stop pretending that you've gone to sleep
Feet don't fail me now
Begging please don't make a fool of me

A visit to the local drugstore netted this latest beauty tool: Pampered Toes by Ped Egg is designed to revitalize tired feet and stretch cramped toes.

The city-girl daughter and I put them on through fits of giggles and sat through the suggested 10 minutes of wear.

After reading the accompanying documentation I feel that I must warn you that if you attempt to eat Pampered Toes, choking or health problems may result.

Also they are for external use only (where else would we have feet? In our mouth? Up our ass?).

Here's a shot of pampered feet.

The youngest daughter purchased her wedding shoes while visiting during the holidays. I applaud her good sense in selecting something comfortable for her big day. The shoes are all satiny white with lots and lots of sparkly stones across the straps. Very, very shiny.

And here's something to get your feet moving:

I'm Singing

2009-01-07T20:17:00.004-05:00

I've held off posting for days, unsure of what to release. Life is not pristine--but I've pointed that out many, many times. Whose life is??

Sometimes I think we are a product of the media. We read fairy tales. We see far too many romance comedies where everything works out happily every after. Is there such a thing?
It's just plain mean to present such propaganda!!

It is what it is.

I read those posts of happy family life. I'm skeptical. I had that perfectly-presented-to-the-public-life for some 18 years. When I got to the point that it became increasingly painful to live the lie, I divorced the guy. We all have the right--and obligation--to live a truly happy life.

I'm down for the truth these days. Why mislead any unsuspecting youth? It just wouldn't be fair.

I'm into this marriage 7 years now. I'd like to think it's perfect, but I know better. I am thankful that I realize my happiness is not dependent upon it.

Now, that's progress.

A New Year, A Fresh Start

2009-01-04T09:53:00.008-05:00

This gift from the city-girl daughter brought tears to my eyes on Christmas Day. I've hung it in the living room to remind me that the best things can take a little longer.

Practice makes better.

But I have found that anything you do consistently becomes easier, wouldn't you agree?
It's best to never give up. You have to keep trying new tactics and be open to constructive criticism. Never, ever give up.

And if the shoe fits...
I pulled out a nice pair of heeled clogs yesterday to see if I could still enjoy the added height without killing myself. I'm still alive. The empty shoebox proved to be too great a temptation for Lina. She is still trying to find her niche, exploring every new area.

If you step off the curb, you can always step back on.
Yesterday, I watched as a spider dangled just inches from the whirling fan blades in the bedroom. Surely he must have realized his mistake in judgment too late. I called JB in to watch as the spider was suspended just a fraction above the spinning blades. JB immediately cut off the switch in an effort to aid the disoriented creature, giving him am opportunity to recover. Once the blades stopped though, he didn't seem to recover--or maybe he didn't want to.

My dog, Blue, has life all figured out.

He appreciates good food, how the warmth of sunshine can enhance a nap, and how a ride in the car can change your perspective.
And thanks to my youngest daughter, Blue and I can enjoy XM Radio while we ride!

Life Should Not Be Confused With a Good Movie

2008-12-30T18:35:00.005-05:00

Christmas Day was probably the best Christmas I have ever experienced--in spite of the fact that the youngest daughter's luggage was somewhere between here and Texas.

The day was slow and easy. Events unfolded gradually and nothing was forced. We all went with the flow. I cooked breakfast for me and the girls, while JB went the half mile up the road to spend Christmas morning with his mother.

I've been trying to blend this family for years. I've come to the realization that I watch too many good movies and life is no movie. Everyone does not always smile and behave graciously. You get what you get and just find a way to deal with it.

My goal this holiday season was two-fold: first, I was determined to maintain sanity at all costs and second, I wanted everyone (myself included) to do what genuinely made them happy and be done with all the obligatory stuff.

After breakfast, the girls opened one gift.

We managed to locate Jen's luggage at an airport 30 miles away, so she and the city-girl daughter set out to retreive it. Jen went in her flannel pajamas as a protest to the inconvenience.

I cooked. I enjoyed the quiet. All the gifts were still wrapped under the tree as I chopped and stirred in the kitchen.

An hour or two later, the girls returned. JB returned. Momo and Pop arrived.

Momo helped with dinner.

She made stuffing just like my Granny used to make!

Lots of food. Lots of family. But the best part is that no one was squawking about opening gifts.
In fact, after dinner, it was me who suggested we open the gifts!

I can't ever remember--not in my entire life--a time when gifts were opened after 5:00 pm on Christmas Day! I went to bed that night convinced that family and relationships had won over materialism.

But today--four days later-- the result of holiday gatherings with family has taken it's toll.

The youngest has had enough of us all and has chosen to spend the last 24 hours of her east coast visit in a hotel that offers shuttle service to the airport.

She broke the news to me very matter-of-fact early this morning (after having had words with her sister last night). She packed her bags and I watched through the kitchen window as she walked up the driveway pulling her suitcase behind her.

I sighed the big heavy sigh that mother's sigh after too much. You just hate it, but there's not a damn thing you can do about it. You wrack your brain for a way to fix it and make everything right in the world again. There are no easy answers, no remedies, so ultimately you just suck it up.

I sucked it up and offered her a ride to the hotel. I couldn't very well let her pull that huge oversized suitcase 30 miles, now could I?

A Christmas Miracle

2008-12-28T23:40:00.000-05:00

The plane was to arrive at 5:oo pm, but it didn't. It didn't, because the one in Texas that was supposed to leave at noon, didn't leave until 4:00 pm--which meant the one in Charlotte was missed altogether. Christmas Eve was a day filled with phone calls to airports, airlines and the youngest daughter.

The city-girl daughter and I waited at the airport for the last flight to arrive. The guard said he pulled the big wire door down between flights as a security measure.

There were others that were waiting for family to arrive for the holidays, too.
Tiff made it in just fine.

I was just hoping for some peace--finally--after all the nervousness associated with delays and the waiting.

And finally--after many hours--my little girl arrived.
Of course, her luggage chose to arrive Christmas Day!

Only A Fool Will Turn Down Help

2008-12-23T07:16:00.003-05:00

With the wind blowing 25 mph and the temps in the teens, decorating took a bit more this year. I was grateful when the city-girl asked if she could assist! So the entryway is decorated and everything is tied down to prevent it from ending up on the neighbor's property.

We did have one casualty: a half-moon Santa windsock. It's still MIA. I'm just thankful I don't see it hanging high atop a tree.

My first year back in Virginia I lost an Easter windsock the same way. But what I remember was how we had to watch it dangle months from the side of the house, with no way to retrieve it. We were left waiting for Mother Nature's intervention. It took her about three months, as I recall.

More cooking today and a turkey to thaw.
But I will rely on my faithful fan base to offer the encouragement needed to see me through the final preparations for this holiday season.

Isn't it great to be so loved?

Jettison Attitudes And Habits

2008-12-21T07:55:00.006-05:00

My horoscope suggested: jettison attitudes and habits which could encumber you. Sounds like a great plan for today with just 4 days till Christmas. There's still much to do so it's time to prioritize.

The city-girl daughter has suggested a twist on the old style wrapping paper. She's wrapping gifts with articles of interest from Cosmopolitan magazine. Unwrapping gifts may take a bit longer this year...

The girl who professes she does not know her way around the kitchen--and doesn't want to--does pretty well with few instructions. I think she's enjoying herself as she dips the peanut butter balls.

I tried a new Oatmeal Raisin cookie recipe.
My daughter pointed out how the dough looked more like fake vomit.

Once cooked though, the vomit was transformed into chewy oatmeal cookies.

More Christmas miracles later!

No Holes Barge

2008-12-15T09:02:00.004-05:00

Here's the city-girl daughter braving the elements to attend her 8:30 am class. She has two more days to go and she will have completed her first semester.

Her focus is psychology. She says she'd like to be either a substance abuse counselor or a marriage counselor. I assured her she has chosen a stable field, as the majority of the world is--and more than likely, always will be--whacked out.

We don't mince words, she and I.

When I suggested we play Scrabble free of restrictions--no holds barred, she admitted she had always thought it was no holes barge.

Here's what a scrabble board looks like between two forward-thinking females.

Finding That Perfect Gift

2008-12-13T09:36:00.004-05:00

Here we are with just a little over a week before Christmas and the shopping is still a hot topic. The search for something practical--something different--that will elate and surprise the recipient continues.

I'm sharing the exceptional finds with you:

A Solar Flashlight that holds a charge 3 years! It's waterproof and it floats.
A cell phone charger that you wind up. Two turns is equivalent to 6 minutes of talk time.
A Ballpoint pen that doubles as a DVR with a 4 GB capacity.
A Flexible Silicone Keyboard that is dust-resistant and waterproof (And I'm guessing wine proof, as well.)
A Hands-Free Light bulb that turns off when you leave the room. Never again, will you have to remind anyone to turn out the lights!
A Cone Shaped surge protector. Finally, a way to get all those cords off the floor!

I'm not through yet--so I really hope you will share your good ideas with me, as well.

Need A Little Extra Cash?

2008-12-07T09:53:00.003-05:00

Since this is the season of giving, I thought I'd do the right thing and pass this along to someone else.
Please think carefully about accepting this gift. The money must be cursed, tainted or something because it seems she has been trying to give it away for sometime with very little success.

From Mrs Naomi Solomon
No[104 Rue Des Martyrs Cocody
Abidjan, Cote d'Ivoire

ATTN:

DEAREST ONE OF GOD

I am the above named person from Kuwait . I am married to Mr Anthony Solomon who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year 2004. We were married for eleven years without a child. He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days.

Before his death we were both born again Christian. Since his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against. When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of $2. 5 Million (Two Million Five Hundred U.S. Dollars) in the bank here in Abidjan in suspense account.

Presently, the fund is still with the bank. Recently, my Doctor told me that i have serious sickness which is cancer problem. The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a church or individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein. I want a church that will use this fund for orphanages, widows, propagating the word of God and to endeavour that the house of God is maintained.

The Bible made us to understand that blessed is the hand that giveth. I took this decision because I dont have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I dont want my husband efforts to be used by unbelievers. I dont want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence i know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the Lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace.

I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband relatives is around me always I don't want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible. As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank here in Abidjan . I want you and the church to always pray for me because the Lord is my shepherd. My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life.

Contact me on the above e-mail address for more information, any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church or individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein. Hoping to receive your
reply.

Remain blessed in the Lord.
Yours in Christ,
Mrs naomi solomon.

A Bird's Brain

2008-12-06T08:34:00.007-05:00

We went down to visit last evening and check on Austin Nichols. Reluctant to share tales of his great adventure, he chose instead to peer out the back door silently.

These bottle caps were placed in the doorway to prevent Austin from leaving the room. Evidently, he won't cross a line of bottle caps. I have no idea what that's all about. What I do know is that you do what works.

When I snapped the picture above, the flash startled him and he flew 2 rounds around the tiny kitchen, sending dishes flying, upsetting flower pots and leaving a trail of feathers and dust.

He was immediately consoled by my little friend and her husband. It wasn't long before he settled back to the door and his thoughts.

He's quite large, isn't he?
Sorry, no flash. A small kitchen and a flying turkey just don't mix.

A Hollow Spot

2008-12-04T07:33:00.004-05:00

We're down to the leftovers. Highly seasoned turkey, meticulously picked from the bone and thrown into a food processor along with a generous portion of onions and celery.

It'll fill a hollow spot.

That's what my friend Pattie used to say. No matter what she cooked or what your reaction to it, she'd always say, "It'll fill a hollow spot."

I remember how we used to meet at the privacy fence and exchange samples of whatever we were barbecuing that evening. Being just slightly 5', Pattie stood on a whatever she could to make herself tall enough to see over the fence.

She carried a switchblade in her pocket. And I have no doubt whatsoever that she knew what it was all about. During our friendship, I learned of how her life had afforded her opportunities to fine tune the art of self defense.

She was my neighbor for not quite a year. She moved on to Dallas with her family just a few months before I relocated to Virginia. We've lost touch.

I thought of her this morning and her hollow spot as I read the blog Writing to Survive.

And I'll snag a quote I found there as well: "It will only offend readers to whom life itself is offensive."

Austin Flies The Coop

2008-12-02T11:45:00.004-05:00

Saturday, I learned that Austin Nichols had left home.

My little friend down the road phoned and was quite distraught over his leaving. She expressed concern over the group of wild turkeys he may have taken up with and hoped they would have the patience to teach him.

She didn't feel he was ready quite yet. She said she felt spring would have been a better time to go.

Her husband checked the outlying areas for a few hours and ultimately,they resolved themselves to the fact that he had left the nest, so to speak.

I knew it was painful for the both of them. Even though wild turkeys are generally not housepets, they had hatched this bird and he became part of their family. He terrorized their two cats, ran the deer out of the backyard and kept the lady of house busy with his antics.

JB was unaffected. He said Austin would be back.

Sure enough, I got a call just yesterday morning with the news that Austin had returned. It appears a neighbor called when they noticed a turkey lurking around their door. My friend's husband went over and wasted no time in retrieving him.

So this is ultimately what happens, isn't it? You raise them, feed them, love them and then they start all this carousing. I warned my little friend of these pitfalls of parenting and likened Austin's weekend to that of a rebellious teenager.

It's what my own mother diplomatically referred to as "forgetting to come home."

The Morning After

2008-11-28T11:20:00.005-05:00

The day after--when all those delectable Thanksgiving dishes get lost in a sea of Tupperware and tin foil.

What is really in the refrigerator?

Be brave and let us all see what the morning after looks like at your house.

I'm proud.
Hell--I'm downright tickled--that I got everything to fit!

The unidentifiable good stuff is safe in vintage Tupperware and Reynolds Wrap.

I think I'll go have some lunch...

I Am Truly Thankful

2008-11-27T21:38:00.004-05:00

Looks like the city-girl daughter had her doubts about the fried turkey.

But--true to form--JB cooked it to perfection.

The turkey, along with the multitude of other flavorful goodness we had going on, has left us all quite stuffed. It was a great day, filled with the laughter and conversation of lots of family...

and the first time I have had Thanksgiving with the city-girl since 1999. It was also the first time we have had all the whole family together since I came back to Virginia.

Truly marvelous.

Sunbathing In November

2008-11-26T23:10:00.000-05:00

Scary, isn't he?

Well, you needn't worry--it's just a yawn, not a roar.

You see, he was sleeping comfortably
until I decided to photograph his laziness.

Blueberry Almond Coffee Cake

2008-11-25T09:48:00.003-05:00

Wonderfully light! A great idea for the holidays, too.

1 cup self-rising flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg
2/3 cup buttermilk
2 tablespoons butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries, divided
1/2 cup sliced almonds
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon

Combine the flour and sugar in a large bowl. In another bowl, whisk the egg, buttermilk, melted butter and vanilla until blended. Stir into dry ingredients just until moistened. Stir in 2/3 cup blueberries.
Pout into 8-inch greased square baking dish. Top with remianing blueberries.
Combine the almonds, brown sugar and cinnamon; sprinkle over top.
Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes.

Just To Pass The Time

2008-11-22T09:18:00.004-05:00

We're All Doing Just Fine

2008-11-21T21:25:00.008-05:00

I've been waiting a long time for this shot. Since Lina came to live with us back in May, Thomas has been out of sorts. Its more of a love-hate relationship. He loves the attention--but true to his gender--wants it on his terms. Look at how he glares at her!

I have this one doe that circles the persimmon tree about three times a day. I think it safe to say that by dinnertime, she has invited 12-14 friends. I hear that after the first frost , persimmons are really sweet.

I really am happy about having so many deer this time of year, because they are safe from hunters. I'd just as soon they stay away in the spring when I'm trying to grow plants and a garden though. I guess you just can't have it both ways, can you?

The bluejays are out in force. I'm going to have to fill the feeders this weekend.

I hate to, though. Lina is getting so much pleasure from watching them through the patio doors as they eat all of Thomas' catfood.

And I just noticed how Blue's hair makes the most perfect little heart right in the middle of his forehead. Can you see it, too?

And Winter Sets In

2008-11-18T21:37:00.008-05:00

I awoke to a light dusting of snow and bitter cold (26 degrees). The same doe that comes several times a day, was under the persimmon tree, just waiting to see what the wind had knocked down for her pleasure. The movement in her jaw indicates she has found something.

Since we have been lax in our purchase of bird seed--I can't seem to get over the prices--they are helping themselves to the catfood. This unremorseful bandit has been caught on film!

No matter--It seems to have kept Lina amused and away from old man Thomas for a bit.

And my gargolyle-- high atop the bird feeders--seems to have captured the essence of today's snow. It was more of a nuisance than anything.

The Sky Is On Fire

2008-11-16T21:19:00.003-05:00

Storms in the area and a cold front moving in--looks like winter is upon us.

Just When You've Given Up Hope

2008-11-15T07:22:00.004-05:00

I went to a chiropractor yesterday and it changed my life.

No kidding. I had no idea I could feel like this. I left euphoric. I giggled as I drove home. I was downright giddy.

I've been plagued by the usual shoulder, neck and wrist pain that accompanies many years in front of a keyboard. I've even been subjected to two surgeries as a result. I have gel ice packs in the freezer and Aleeve in the medicine cabinet. I can predict the weather with my left shoulder and neck.

But all that changed yesterday... I have range of motion that I haven't had in 15 years!
And it didn't involve shots or chemicals--now how cool is that?

I'm definitely hooked and believe a visit to the chiropractor is something everyone should experience.

And guess who suggested I should go for a visit? Why-- that would be the 24-year-old city girl daughter. She's full of surprises.

2008-11-12T22:14:00.007-05:00

My contract position ended today so I had extra time (more on that later) and did my best to capture what was going on outside:

Lina is on the inside, I realize, but she just demands attention.

I caught these deer in a display of affection...

I'm judging by their encounter ( and please forgive me, I didn't dare open the door for fear that if I did, they would wander under a hunter's scope) that they are mother and child.

Look how protective she is! I can see a bit of myself here.

Learning To Ride The Waves

2008-11-11T22:43:00.003-05:00

Day--what is it?-- on NaBloPo Mo? I don't even know and what does it matter really?

I have slacked off posting because I run out of time--every single day! But I will share with my followers, that life is working right now. So I am reveling in that fact alone. Nothing else matters, now does it?

I m finishing school in just four short weeks ( I have 7 hours to go before graduation)--but the absolute best part is that the city-girl daughter is finishing her first semester and she has already registered for the spring semester.

I am so happy and so very, very proud of what she has accomplished.

Life is, indeed, grand.

More later.

It Pays To Listen

2008-11-10T22:59:00.000-05:00

Sunset

2008-11-09T15:17:00.002-05:00

It Warms My heart

2008-11-08T08:06:00.005-05:00

The best part of the weekend for me is being able to admire the view from one of our many windows. During the week, I miss this.

My bedroom is on the southside of the house and this is my view. It gives me great pleasure to watch the sun cast shadows across the backyard in the morning.

But usually by this time in the morning, the sun gets so bright that it runs me out of the bedroom and off the computer. The glare on the screen is too much and the room starts to heat up.

Its okay, I have laundry and housecleaning to do anyway.

We Think ALike

2008-11-06T23:50:00.001-05:00

Each year I dread the beginning of hunting season.

I've heard all the arguments and I still find it cruel.

One Vote

2008-11-05T22:06:00.005-05:00

I 'm so proud I could be a part of her first time to vote.

I had the day off on Tuesday so the city-girl daughter and I went to the polls together. I snapped pictures with the pride of a mother sending a well-dressed daughter to the prom. I didn't want to miss a thing.

We voted at a local church.
What's that about separation of church and state again?

She was given a sample ballot to review.

A volunteer verified her identity.

And she took her place in front of the touchscreen,
in preparation of casting her vote for change.

Is There No Shame?

2008-11-04T11:28:00.003-05:00

Not knowing if I was 40 hours or 20 this week, I prepared last weekend by doing all my homework for the coming week, catching up the laundry and most of the housecleaning. So what do I do with unexpected time off?

Trim the dog...

And settle in for a little light reading.

The Cosby book, Come On People, is wonderful. While the book's criticism may have been aimed at the irresponsibility of young black men, I don't believe the bad habits are isolated to any given race.. or gender, for that matter! I'm loving what he has to say:

We and the others in our generation weren't saints. We'll be first to admit that... But something called "parenting" had wormed its way into our heads from the time we were still in the womb, said to us If you get caught stealing it, you're going to embarrass your mother.
The voice didn't say You're going to get your butt kicked. We knew that already and expected that from experience. No, that inner voice said You're going to embarrass your mother. You're going to embarrass your family.

Today is election day and the city-girl will be home from school in about 30 minutes. She and I plan on tackling the local DMV to get her Virginia-legal.

After that, we're going to vote. This will be her first time! How lucky am I for being able to be a part of that?

And shame on you, if you don't go vote.

Timing Is Everything

2008-11-03T22:18:00.004-05:00

I generally ask several times before JB agrees to a trim.
When I get a yes--I'm off for the scissors.