Thursday, February 23, 2017
I questioned myself and came up with the "don't throw away those letters or pictures" and "be more forthcoming in your journal and keep it up." I think really there must be a journal's worth of good ideas that the younger me would have been able to use, had the younger me been so inclined.
Meanwhile, this picture says it all.
at 1:26 PM
Friday, February 3, 2017
I wish for you all the lady luncheon style shows, shopping sprees to Seattle, Frango chocolates, designer linens, Finnware, Best Sellers, camellia and rhody bouquets, pastries and plain cake donuts, pots of coffee, meat market sausages on a string, lime molded salads and finger sandwiches you shared with me. Annual holiday shopping trips to Seattle to see what color Frederick's and The Bon would do and visits to Santa were a delight to me. Coming home with something new to show Grandpa, the giant shopping bags and Christmas Carolers singing were the stuff of my dreams.
You didn't know how much your kindnesses to others and trips to the library and historical museum would stick with me. It meant a lot that you didn't tire of going downstairs to see Ezra Meeker's covered wagon and the mummy every single time we visited.
You didn't know that the trips you took to far away places inspired me to do the same, and your letters meant the worlds to me.
You couldn't imagine that your baby picture would hang on our bedroom wall in Texas, but it does.
Thanks a million, as you'd say.
at 4:54 PM
Friday, January 20, 2017
Are they yet to be fulfilled? Were they lost? Did I just up and hand them over to someone else who didn't want to be my dream keeper?
Over share them?
Where are they now? Gone? Or just on hold?
at 2:41 AM
Friday, December 16, 2016
I wrote the following a year and a half ago. Nowadays I am so aghast at our anomalous president-elect that I am temporarily kind of dumbstruck, but it looks as though some of my prior commentary still applies. Well, in my opinion, anyway.
|John Kleese does Hitler|
"Maranatha, come Lord Jesus." -Michelle Bachman
U.S. politics has so polarized that any complementarity the factions might once have acknowledged has hardened into stubborn partisanship. That’s just as unfortunate, certainly, as President Obama makes it sound; however, at least it clarifies things – much like dialing the “contrast” setting all the way up on an old television.
Didn’t people once recall with nostalgia a “simpler time,” exemplified by movies in black and white? Now an era is upon us when the issues are pretty clear-cut. In fact, it all seems to be shaping up into a frank battle between good and evil. Optimistically speaking, it’s reasonable to hope for a favorable outcome (eventually, anyway) because the good guys are intelligent and the bad guys are idiots.
As I have shown before, liberalism is associated with education, science and progress while conservatism is based on willful ignorance, misleading religion and backwardness.
The distinction is even plainer on a global scale than it is here at home. The U.N. and NATO, though somewhat ineffective to date, represent hope for the Family of Man. Where does one see the opposite of that? Syria and Iraq, of course, in a foul and subhuman social disease known as ISIS, next to which Hitler’s goons look like the Beatles. But that axis of absurd cruelty bears out my theory, for their depravity is directly related to conservatism founded in the extreme ignorance of perverse, medieval religion.
I’m sure most will agree that ISIS is fully half again as bad as the American Family Association.
On the sentinel issues such as marriage equality, reproductive freedom, gun control, immigration and separation of church and state, you’d think America would have settled matters for good by now – but danged if conservatives haven’t come down squarely in the wrong and stayed there for decades, fouling up society something awful.
As if all that weren’t bad enough, abuses of the extreme right wing persist and worsen ad nauseam in the life-and-death matter of environmental/energy policy. The gods must surely be dismayed to see Alberta, Canada laid to waste by the filthiest industry in history, whose ambition is to export the ooze of that disaster to the rest of the world. But isn’t a similar malady afflicting Texas? What could be stupider than poisoning the groundwater while raping the drought-stricken earth night and day? Signs no less ominous than seismic tremors are being ignored by the corporate lapdogs our elderly keep sending to Austin. I don’t understand why responsible Texans aren’t out there toppling rigs.
Insanely reckless industrial pollution is attributable in large part to distorted religion, of the sort that teaches “the world” (our planet) is a thing to be disdained and abandoned; that these are the fabled “end times” and nothing Man can do but hosannah hallaloo and pass the ammunition. Subterranean Texas would appear to be as outta luck these days as polar bears and unarmed black males.
at 6:02 PM
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
I haven't really known what to say, for some reason. I still don't, but have been thinking about the Father Christmas collection that was lost and now long gone, so I will just put up a lovely picture and imagine nice things that I wish had come to make happy the lovely, lost children of Aleppo.
at 6:58 PM
Sunday, October 30, 2016
This little goblin makes me smile.
Gods know we need to lighten up, what with politics here in the USA. We voted early for Hillary and will hope for the best. The Standing Rock Sioux and pipeline vs water issues is big, or it ought to be.
I find myself looking at people who seem to never have issue-oriented Facebook posts and wonder what is wrong with them. Haha! It's more like what's wrong with me! Why aren't they worried? Why don't they have something to say about anything other than their frivolities? How come they yada yada yada, anyway? Maybe. truth be told, these friends are a bit ahead of me and know that it's not a bad thing, keeping it light... Hmmm.
This little goblin makes me smile.
There are such sadnessses and sins committed against the planet and lack of gratitude for her Gaia gifts to us. What can I do, but spread the word about the needs and concerns as best as I can and be grateful for my husband who shares in my caring and works hard to make good money so we can give some monetary help to our favorite causes. (Thanks again, Mister)
Then encouragement comes when I see that a petition did its job to make a change for the good. Or how about the anti-poaching statistics as to how many animals have been spared, or video clips of happy bears or elephants adjusting to a peaceful life of leisure? The high anxiety felt as we wait for elephants or bears in India or Asia to be rescued in the night and trucked away to safety causes me to check for good news every time I wake up and wonder how far along the road to freedom have they come? Are they home yet? Reading about Chinese people rescuing stolen and stray dogs from the doom of the dog meat trade makes me grateful for changing hearts and steps forward to enlightenment. The ongoing protest at Taiji teaches patience and persistence and gratitude for the heroic efforts on behalf of the dolphins. Countries making decisions to respect as sentient beings and giving rights to animals is wonderful.
This is the stuff that fills my heart and my head most of the time, and when I'm behaving myself and having the right attitude, minding my own business, I'm grateful for some of the less serious-minded of my peeps and their frivolities and will. of course, wish to share in the fun:
This little goblin makes me smile.
at 7:06 AM
Thursday, October 20, 2016
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.
at 12:16 PM
Saturday, October 8, 2016
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.
at 3:25 PM
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.
at 7:57 PM
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Sunday, August 28, 2016
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.
at 7:13 AM
Saturday, August 13, 2016
"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?
at 9:27 AM
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
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Saturday, April 16, 2016
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.
at 9:23 PM
Saturday, April 2, 2016
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.
at 2:15 AM
Friday, March 11, 2016
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.
at 5:43 PM
Thursday, February 18, 2016
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.
at 7:44 PM
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 1, 2016
...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.
at 11:45 AM
Thursday, December 24, 2015
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.
at 3:28 PM
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
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
at 9:33 PM
Saturday, November 7, 2015
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?
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.
at 7:19 PM