Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Oh What Fun. Not.

I get to go to an appointment with the dermatologist in an hour to see what it is that is red and itchy on my calm serene brow!  It's on the left side  that is exposed to the sun while driving, and I am a natural redhead with the skin and blue eyes that make my face look like a  white china plate with two blue marbles on it when I haven't any makeup on.  Blonde brows and lashes too...Oh My!  So...since I only have sun screen  on my face if there is any in the makeup I use..I'm not usually protected from the sun's rays on my face.  The rest of me, yes.  If I pay the price, I do.  We'll see what he says.

(PeeEss:  Now I know, as I have been and I'm back.  If you've ever had stuff frozen off you anywhere...give me some "bless your hearts"s.  I had 16 squirts that lasted (I counted) about 4 seconds each squirt.  That hurt like heck!  My forehead is still burning!)

Cold out there, but not as awful as the past several weeks.  I got to go out side yesterday (I detest the gym) and loved every second of it.  I always feel like a million dollars all day and all night and the next day too.  That alone is a great incentive to keep it up.

Katie wrote  yesterday that she got super mad at something that was outside yesterday early morning; and she exhibited displaced aggression toward me who was standing by, hoping to talk her into calmness.  She came over and whapped my legs a couple of times.  Not as badly as she could.  It was half hearted I could tell. "Just sayin' " is about what it amounted to in her thoughts when she saw me there.  But half hearted, yes.  However I am glad I was wearing  denim jeans. Even had the zipper up and a belt on!!

Made  a peach cobbler, home made from scratch except I didn't make the peaches :-) and oh, was that good. I made it for Katie's Client's parents..(son and DIL) but I found to my sadness that son doesn't like peach anything.  Good grief.  Going to make something called cherry pudding  It's a cherry cobbler though made with sour cherries.  I took one to work once and it was vacuumed up by co-workers.  They loved it (no, the cherries tasted somewhat tart, not sour) as there was sufficient sugar involved.  Lost the recipe some time ago.

I think I may make another pot of soup.  I eat on it night and day.  All three meals.  That's how much I love it.  Can't ask for anything more nourishing though.

As is the name of the blog...I am rambling on (and on and on).

Gotta comb all this hair on my head.  I'll get the hairdresser to take 3-4 inches off the back next time.

See ya soon.  Hope no zombie cats come to YOUR yard and start a fluff-up!




Monday, January 20, 2020

Shiver Me Timbers

Oh gosh, it's 21 F  out there so that means a trip to the gym.  Just too much spending an hour in that cold.  It penetrates my gloves after 20 or so minutes and that is pretty miserable.  The rest of me stays alright except my face.  I usually let 32 degrees F be my gauge.  Anything under that temperature is gym time.  I detest going there as it is boring to the nth degree.   But I am grateful to have one to go too.  Really.  When it's suffocatingly hot or bone cold...it's the place to be.  

From the arboretum





Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Gees Louise

Man, every year this happens just a bit earlier and earlier.  On January 10th, look who popped up?



And those are my daffodils...the ruffled double ones.  The blades have come up out of the earth about 5 inches or so.  Guys, why didn't you stay DOWN there until there was no more possibility of snow and ice?  You've lived here for YEARS for pity sakes.  You KNOW that we even have snow in many an April around here.  WHY do you DO this every year the past 10 years?  This year you are two weeks earlier than last year and that was still in January.  We talked about your behavior then too!   You have lived here a long time and you know you used to come up in the last of March.  What's the problem?  It's COLD.

And look who ELSE came out to join you?

A violet!  WHAT is the MATTER with you?  Recede under the earth and take a good nap.  I'll tell you when to come up.  OK? Sheesh!  You guys make me worry that you'll be killed with frost, ice, snow.   Give me a break.

pee ess:  I took the header picture here in my yard last Spring.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

A Special Day

My second son is having a birthday today.  Happy Birthday, son.

I have  always told all of you here each year how grateful I am to have all three sons. And  that each one's birthday is a brilliantly happy day for me.  Because I am grateful through and through to be their mother.  And my love for each one is unparalleled in my life.  NO one can and will take their place in my life.  Others will love them as well, but they will always be my treasures.  And I am commemorating the birth of one of them this day.


A gift to me.

I am extraordinarily proud of my boy on his birthday as he grew to be what he most wanted to be.  At eleven years of age, he knew he wanted to be a teacher.  He laid that ground work all his school years through High School and with many AP classes.  He began University with his AP courses advancing him in grade level so he was younger than he might have been had he not had the AP courses... when he finished all his degrees.  He looked like a student at one of the early schools where he taught. He told us of standing outside with his grade book in his hand watching children get on the bus and one sidled up to him and told him he's better get that grade book out of sight before the teacher saw him.

Time has passed, and he has been teaching for some years now.   He is a Fulbright Scholar again.  Here is his latest trip this year; Costa Rica and Uruguay.


He had just landed in Uruguay. 
And, he was honored with the CATO Award last year.  A signal honor.
I am bustin' my buttons  dear Bruce.    Happy Birthday precious boy. 

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

A Day in the Life of a Flower

You know, since 1999 when I got my first little point and shoot digital camera, I found that my identity was not what it seemed.  I will tell you why.

I was and am fascinated with wildflowers mostly...along with some more common garden flowers or tree flowers as well, i.e. magnolia, (a strong favorite of mine) and violets, another strong favorite of my heart and  a few others.  I progressed to a DSLR and became a mostly macro enthusiast, along with landscapes.

 But wild flowers, even those dressed in more plain robes than some more flamboyant flowers, are something I love to find and engage with, both mind to mind,  and with the Nikon.  And when I do engage with them and post their portraits to Flickr, I usually find that I was and still am when I venture out again, in a conversation with the flowers which I usually pass on to friends and viewers.  IF I am not told the conversation is personal between us, that is.  AND if there was a conversation.  Sometimes they are silent.

If there are any Flickr members here who have seen my photo stream- especially my flower portraits, then you will know of a few of those conversations I happened to hear among the flowers.  They did not speak to me personally now...or ever.  But they allowed me to be privileged to listen as they knew and still know I am like them in my heart.  I still do join them, and the occasional bee or other insect who joins the gathering.  We all listen; and the flowers tell a story of their day and evening, sweeping we listeners into the fragrant soft heart of adventure and Being.

I came upon some ladies one day, leaning at a post, quietly murmuring.  Here they are, and what they said:







Now you know me fully.  I have a softly petaled heart.


Friday, January 3, 2020

Once Upon a Time

I was reading in a magazine an experience a girl had when she was just about 12 years old.  She knew  reality about Santa Claus, but she still cherished the hope that he would bring her something she wanted so much for Christmas.  That Christmas she got nothing and there was not a tree as her parents did not believe in gifts and trees at Christmas after the time the child stopped believing in Santa Claus.

The girl was saddened she wrote.  Her parents felt badly for her  then and the father went to a drug store and got her a silver colored music box.  She was so glad of that gift, but it was the last of any in that family.  She wrote that she still has that gift after all these years.  To me...how sad.

It reminded me however of another type of experience when I was nine years old.  It was the day before Christmas eve and Santa was at City Hall to greet all the boys and girls who came by.  My brother, eight years older than me, and his girl friend took me.  Santa gave every child a stocking when they visited so I was at least looking forward to that.

When we came into the room, I saw him sitting in his chair waiting on the children.  I was next in line.  I hesitated a bit as I was in the company of my high schooler brother and his girl.  It wasn't just Santa and me in the room.  I spoke after a minute and said, "you didn't put anything in my stocking last year." I was going to say thank you for the gifts though, but Peggy, my brother's girlfriend said all gushy- like, "Oh she still believes in Santa Claus"!!  Even Santa felt sorry for me.  I was looking in his face and I saw the look he had on it after Peggy said that to me... as he had seen mine reflect the awfulness of what she said.

I just stood there after she said that.  Santa got up and brought me my gift for being there ,and Peggy said some stupid equally gushy things about how sorry she was to break it to me.  (yeah, right).  My brother had to deal with my sadness when we left. She asked how old I was and finding I was 9, she declared it was about time to get with the program. I have always not cared for her.

Happy New Year dear friends.  Thank you for coming by when you do.  XXX