~Living a life of sophisticated domestication deep in the heart of Texas~

Thursday, October 20, 2016

What I said today to someone in Africa who is concerned about America....

It'd be nice if you all paid as much attention to your own problems and corrected what is needed, rather than get caught up in the hype and garbage that the fringe element (weirdos) trot out here in the USA. Ron Paul and his kind aren't respected as much as they'd like--for good reason. Assange is a pot-stirrer who doesn't serve anyone but himself. An attention whore, if you will. 

You people really need to take care of your own problems, as do we. If we can manage that, rather than finger point and eyeroll at what's happening in places we don't call home, we'll be better caretakers of the planet. 

Evolve, dammit!!


Saturday, October 8, 2016

What I said a year ago today...

I'd really appreciate it if the deer in Texas could refrain from hurtling themselves at my husband's car when he's driving the 90 miles home after working a 12+ hour shift all night.

He's not particularly interested in being one of his own patients, and we were just fine with the car the way it was, tyvm.

And now to process the near catastrophe.

(He came stalking in the house all handsome in his scrubs without so much as a mustache hair out of place.)

The car, otoh....

Now:  Different new car.  Same mustache.



Teddy Bear the Porcupine's Halloween Feast

Thursday, September 8, 2016


Somebody come here and stop me from going off on the person/s whining and carrying on about 'how awful these days are for America.'


As crazy as it is here in the USA, it still beats the 2nd and 3rd world nations.

Most of my readers are not Syrians wondering when the sky will ever quit raining down hell on us. We're not Filipinos eating someone's dog for dinner. We're not Afghani women denied an education or the opportunity to make choices. The Taliban is somewhere else, and we are free to express outrage when things don't go our way. We have the freedom to come and go in this country without paying exorbitant prices for gas and have the power to protest what we feel has negative effects on our environment. We can debate and argue and raise hell when we disagree and have the ability to learn and apply our truth to our lives. We can watch the news and pick and choose what we see and hear.

It's still up to us to turn it on or shut it off.

We don't have to believe America isn't great enough, because it is.


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Sunday, August 28, 2016

If wishes were horses...

...beggars would ride.

I stated this charming little ditty in what was an attempt at an early morning conversation (I should know better) with my husband.  He said some things about it which prompted one of my I'net searches and I found that these words come out of the 16th century as a nursery rhyme.  It's called a English language proverb.

Wikipedia suggests lyrics as:

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side.
If "if's" and "and's" were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers' hands.

... and a shorter version:

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were bayonets, I'd wear one by my side.

The Wikipedia article turned out to be really interesting to me, and it was quite reassuring, in that I had remembered the words correctly and it was an entirely appropriate thing to say, given the context of what might have been a lovely, cozy conversation.  I seem to recall a table discussion in one of my college literature classes during the Olde English study periods, now that I think of it.  I think I'm going to look up something on "pillow talk" next.  

Saturday, August 13, 2016

I don't know about you, but ...

I'm pretty much right here these days.  That mental list with two columns that seems so sensible and organized one moment (when things aren't going the way I want) and then (when things simmer down and seem to normalize) I'm all ready to toss the list and go with my feelings.  Which, unfortunately, are very temporary and change more times in a day than I want to confess.

"They" say we make our own happiness.  I don't really believe that.  My happiness can be right "here" these days and just disappear in a flash, or drain away before I can get my bearings.  How does that happen?  I've let life get the best of me and I'm more controlled by the doings or undoings of someone other than me.  When the who and what I am is diminished to the point where I'm about to disappear...

Well, I'd better just fall back on one of my boyhowdys.  Or would that be boyhowdies?



Wednesday, July 27, 2016

This is coming soon......

,,,and I just really like the poster!!


Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Thursday, June 16, 2016

We'll remember you...

Those lost in the Pulse Club, Orlando massacre.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Thursday, May 26, 2016

My gods, I almost missed May...

...altogther (even a word?) .  That would have been kinda funny.

There isn't much to go on here in the way of Pollyanna-style gladness and light.  Cloudy here, in more ways than one,  Le sigh.


Friday, April 22, 2016

Saturday, April 16, 2016

These days...

...it seems that what is usually going on is whatever fits in to a sleep/work cycle.  SGTex is the one with a whirlwind of activity, while I wait on myself to catch up with myself.  What does that mean?  Oh, just readjusting to a point where I can wrap my mind around life around here after a long (and I mean l-o-n-g) semi-recovery from my own personal brand of pneumonia.  That's not the least bit interesting, though.

Tonight I'm here at home being grateful for our little Love Shack in our funny little dog-filled neighborhood.  It's a somewhat typical Texas night with the somewhat typical night sounds to which I've become accustomed.  Certain neighbors seem to come and go and there's a distant bark and, if we're lucky, the song of a lonely male mockingbird not too far off.  It's probably not nearly as pleasant for him, singing his heart out after dark, as it is for me.  Nice to hear and nice to note it's ceased, and I am glad to know that he's found someone to love.

We have a pair of mourning doves nesting in the eaves over the bedroom and they'll coo in the middle of the night.  The pretty pigeons we hosted last spring seem to have moved next door.  I guess we have a gecko under the front yard's pecan and I'm always listening for crickets.

Hah.  My husband calls me Snow White for a reason, I guess.


Saturday, April 2, 2016

Okay, thank you!! Good bark!! What is bothering you boys?

The Mister is working tonight (all night!) and I'm here with the Havanese Hellpups.  For some reason they've been set on high alert and it's been nothing but "yip, yip, ruff, bark" all night long.

Actually, they're nice company for each other and for me, too, while they're glamping in the kitchen.  And of course, the neighborhood dogs out there started it all.  It's a good thing to know we're in good paws here in our funny little neighborhood and all is well here in the Love Shack.  It would have been better if my Man had been able to come home after the planned short shift instead of being Mr Super RN pulling an all-nighter, but they threw money at him and he's a really good sport.



Friday, March 11, 2016

When did March get here, anyway?

I don't know how that happened!

Usually, I'm more mindful of time and the weeks going by and have tried to keep up with the blog.  I guess I'm aware that this has been something I thought would be fun and useful to keep as a journal of sorts.  I kinda think I did that with more than a few things back in the days when I was aiming for Texas.  Anyway, there are times when anything I might say would be too little to be truthful or too much for eyes other than mine.  IOW, a sort of 'spit and polish' situation, so to speak.  Fish or cut bait?  No, that's not it.  Shine up or shut up?  Yeah, maybe....

As I was saying, people don't need or want to read about the down days or wishful thinking words of a not yet desperate housewife who has moments of drama queenishness.  Just from time to time.

In reality, it's nice having SGTex working in the same town as our home.  Long hours but lacking outrageous commute times make life better.  I'm getting over an illness of several months that made me very hard to live with, so I look forward to something more normal in my activity level, but the thought of getting to that point is very intimidating, truth be told.  Funny how the least little thing can appear huge and frightening--kinda like those horrific gargoyles that are merely door knockers.  All I have to do is grab it by the nose and give it a good rap or two, but...

I suspect this post has been a mess, so please just drop by again soon and hopefully I'll be properly caffeinated and more grateful.



P.S.  Continue to ignore Trump and his followers.  Even the Republicans don't know what to do with him and his weirdness.  Should he win (gods forbid), SGTex and I will be packing up the Havanese and searching for a new home away from here, so please leave the light on, world.

Heh heh

Friday, February 26, 2016

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The truth lies somewhere...

...between "Take my word for it" and "Talk is cheap."

I ran on to this and thought it was just about perfect for these times.  It's something I need to remember during this political season and will promise to try and be mindful.

Wouldn't this planet be a happier place if we were busy doing good deeds rather than talking bad words?

Let's keep trying.


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

In case you're wondering...

...just what is going on these days in the US of A, I've got a little meme for you.

Yes, this about sums it up at this point.

I know!!  Haha!!


Monday, January 25, 2016

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Feel free to use as needed....

I'm certainly going to try and remember this in the days...weeks...months to come.


Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year!! May 2016 bring only the best of times...

...to those deserving a better, happier year.  I saw several Facebook posts by people who are only too glad to end 2015.  I was feeling sorry about that and am hopeful that better days were coming.  Well, let me just say, "Me, too."   All in all, I can honestly say this past year rivals the worst year of my life.

I'll spare you the details.

Let's just go with the idea that it will be different in the days to come.  Why?  How?  I've only a hint of a clue.  I'm older.  Wiser to the rise...or lack of it.  Not so quick to believe the best.   Not so slow to let go and give one more chance to those who aren't really wanting one more chance.  I've come to realize that I can't make other people believe in me or in that which I hold as my particular scruple or standard.  "Not wanted" means not wanted.  Same goes for "not welcome."

I'm an orchid, stuck here in prickly pear country.  And it's all "open effin' carry."

I'm laying here in bed with cold morning leftover coffee watching the Rose Parade by myself on an old broken television thinking "Hah.  This is Shawn...Happy New Year?"

That remains to be seen.

I'm having my doubts, at this point.

Stay tuned.  Hold yer tater.


Thursday, December 24, 2015

Season's Greetings...

Here it is.  It's Christmas Eve and, unlike the Mister, I'm nowhere near ready for Christmas.

The one gift I think my husband would have possibly really appreciated is still being "processed" in China.  Our beautiful velvet custom-made stockings are hanging at the foot of the bed, but are a bit...droopy.

Ho, ho, ho.

 It's not that there will be a house filled with family or guests.  Apparently, those days ended in Astoria, Oregon, and I'm glad I had the good sense to appreciate the festive days and make the most of the opportunity to be a hostess who showed everybody a great time during those gatherings.  I will confess I don't have a perfect score, but pretty darn close to it.  You know that saying "You can't please all the people all the time..."  For the most part, those holidays in Oregon were pretty magickal.  I don't know what happened, but I've come nowhere close to that for some time and nobody in Texas could possibly believe I ever had Martha Stewart mojo.  But I did!

Anyway, I guess for now I can wish everyone joy and hope I get my stuff together better next holiday season.

It's a good thing my husband is so accomplished at accomplishing and has his Santa going on, huh?!

For now, I'm just sending my wishes around the world for Peace On Earth, etc.

Fa la la la lah.


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Seasonal silliness....

There's been so little silliness these days in life around here, so you'll have to allow me this one cartoon.

I was almost finished with this little post when the phone rang with a Code Red weather emergency call for the usual wind, rain, large hail...and I accidentally exhaled or something and lost the post.  I think what I was about to say was something about the baby Jesus being born into a world with big problems and discontented people, his parents being unwelcome refugees and only being cared for by possibly the somewhat irreligious innkeeper who had some heart.  Definitely something remarkable there, don't you think?

Anyway, I'd better wrap this up before the lights go out or the roof gets raised.

Funny, as less than an hour ago I was commenting how we here in Texas have windows open, ceiling fan going, etc...

That'll teach me!!  And me, home alone with the Havanese while The Husband is working hours away...


Season's greetings from


Sunday, December 6, 2015

Saturday, November 7, 2015

come on home, come on home, come on home

If I don't see you through the week
See you through the window
See you next time that we're talking on the telephone
And if I don't see you in that Indian summer
Then I want to see you further on up the road

I said, oh won't you come back?
I have to see you, my dear
Won't you come back in the Celtic New Year?
--Van Morrison

Must be the Celtic New Year and its thinnin' o' the veil, as yesterday -- and not for the first time -- we have seen spooky little signs of Sasha, dear kitty departed!

Mid-afternoon, Shawn remarked from the bedroom:  "I think Sasha's paying us a visit."

"I know!" I exclaimed.

She had just seen a dangling charger cable jiggle as if a passer-by had brushed against it -- or batted at it a bit.  I had to agree that it must be the tiny white Persian come calling, because about an hour earlier I'd seen something interesting, too (and mind you, I am a devout believer in scientific materialism, i.e., I tend to think paranormal/supernatural stuff is imaginary and like to ridicule the TV ghost hunters).

I was in the front yard, rinsing the big white ice chest when red clay dirt that had been clogging the hose gushed out and spattered across the lid.  I stared for a few seconds and it was unmistakable:  Three or four cat pawprints, just as if one had bounded across the ice chest when I wasn't looking.  Wish I hadn't rinsed them away, as we could have dried and framed them!  You could tell she was headed toward the bedroom window.

Sasha was/is a familiar and so is well suited to this sort of thing.  We called her a ghost even during her time with us, little wisp o' white out the corner of one's eye.  Well, I mean, just look at the picture, it's actually her.  We have interred her little ash urn in a cabinet under the butsudan.

Today I see that I've accidentally dropped a flake of potato chip on the floor -- something Sasha used to count on.  I'm just going to leave it there for a while.



Saturday, October 3, 2015

Monday, September 28, 2015

Monday, September 21, 2015

Saturday, September 5, 2015

It was about now....

...only 7 years ago that we rolled across the Texas border and I was on my way home to stay.

I remember the absolute awesomeness of seeing that flat, flat, FLAT vastness.  The bright blue sky that went all the way to the ground (one of my sayings about what I knew I'd never get over about the sky not being hidden by 100 foot Doug Firs and mountains), and the big ranch gates and threads of roads heading off into the distance, ending at what appeared to be tiny homes but were actually impressive ranch homes and all those cute little cows...  I was so excited to finally be here that I cried like a baby.

Before too long we pulled into Amarillo and had dinner and then drove until it was dark and the sky was lit up with countless stars, and after awhile it was Abilene, and we were home.  Finally.  It had been the Adventure of a Lifetime, the Big Road Trip and finally leaving the Pacific Northwest for who knows how long....

I didn't know what was ahead of me, really.  We had a blast shacking up in our cute little apartment and then moved to our cute little house.  Ups and downs, ins and outs, goods and bads, it's been an endurance contest and I'm not sure who's winning sometimes, lol.  To go from that (the Great Pacific Northwest) to this (The Great Republic of Texas) has been the worst and most wonderful thing to ever happen to my nerves (I remember saying that back in high school:  "Nuherves.....")  I had 'em.

Do you know what?  He, my Heathen Lover, has been better at this than I have been.  He didn't send me back when he (and I, boyhowdy), knew that some of his wish he would.  Did I say "Boyhowdy?"  OMG.  But he has a cousin and a brother who've been quite nice and I hope they like me.  I sure like them.  His best friend Larry, who has crossed the River Styx, bless his heart, was so kind to me.  He was terrific, when I was obviously a little bit ragged around the edges and he must've figured how homesick I was, and would ask me how I liked things and was it different and what did I miss about Washington....  Yes, we miss Larry.

Anyway, SGTex is off 2+ hours away working hard and I'm here in the little Love Shack thinking about stuff.  Sebastian and Seamus, the little Havanese Darlings are here and keeping me company and I have coffee and am going to be fine, probably.

I'm just a little bit more emotional about looking back and realizing how far away The Old Life is, and am glad I'm here in The New Life with my Man.  He's been very patient and is every bit the good Native Texan he told me he'd be when he hooked up with me, despite what he kindly calls my "mystique."  He told me I had a helluvalotta that.


It's good to be Home Sweet Home here in Texas.  Really and truly.

Thanks for having me.


Wednesday, August 12, 2015

World Elephant Day

Some of the elephants in the care of our friends at the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust property.

Shawn & SGTex

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Friday, July 10, 2015

Oh, yeah. About that other flag....

...which came down the pole in South Carolina this morning.

It seems that when there's something momentous going on in the world, my husband and I are together in bed watching it on television.  I really like that.  We've been together for just about everything that happened that really mattered during most of the past decade, and I think I can speak for both of us when I say that the togetherness makes it even more meaningful.  This morning was no exception.  What a moment, seeing the rebel flag being ceremoniously lowered and respectfully folded and rolled into a neat little package and relegated to its proper location in the nearby museum on the capitol grounds.  We watched the governor sign the order to make it all happen, and that, too, was a moment.

This morning's event was something to behold, even from a distance.  My heart went straight to the little girl who'd been away at summer camp but came home to be at the capitol and watch this take place.  I felt a kinship with her, because that's something that I'd have done, too.  I remember being away at summer camp and just about my favorite part of the day was early in the morning watching the flag being raised and singing with the other campers one of my favorite songs about my favorite things at that time in my life.

Anyway, I spent enough time in the South and in South Carolina, specifically, to understand the great debate and turmoil that has been brewing in the hearts and minds of people, and I'm really glad that I'm on the side of the people who wanted that to come down.  It's caused enough pain, thoughts and actions that happened way back when during the war, and then since 1961 when it was raised again in defiance of those people who wanted peace and equality and integration.

I'm glad I'm attached to a person who feels the same way about these things and look forward to watching and experiencing many more great moments, grateful that we'll be on the right side of history, as they say.


Shawn & SGTex

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Protest at Seattle...

...makes me proud to be someone who cares enough about the planet to speak up.

After all, it's not like we've got a spare Earth out there somewhere, is it?!

Let's get together to do what we can to save what we can and bring about restoration.


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Monday, April 27, 2015


....I am really starting to notice some things that my brain seems to be pushing forward and it's getting my attention.  

You know how it goes in the mind's bottom file cabinet drawer....the one that's not quite full enough to hold the manila file folders of recollection upright in a neat, orderly fashion.  Instead, they sadly droop and contents are lost for years, leaving me to vaguely wonder just what was the occasional stray thought that floated by during the night.  

Well, maybe it's a hormonal thing and I'm only turning into my mother (help us all), or maybe I've just had ENOUGH.  

Since when was it a bad thing to attempt to do something good? Why do supposedly educated people act like they're not?  Is it just fashionable these days to be mean and stupid?  Why must people be scorned when attempting to be correct in what is said or done (so as not to be scorned)?  Is it really a bad thing to be nice, or generous, or hospitable, or informative, or helpful, or creative?  Really?

I don't know what else to do other than to lock that particular file drawer and lose the key, because it seems that I'm pretty sure nobody else thinks about it much, having gone over to the dark side, lol.

I don't know what else to say except "gee whiz."

Gee whiz.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

You've probably seen...

...this one, but I saved it just in case.

Obviously, there's not a single word I can add, so let me just suggest we all have what is left of a great week.