Ok. The latest sign of having a stroke is incoherent texting. Really!
My kids already laugh at my misplaced letters, wrong words, and sometimes they just have no idea what I'm trying to say. I readily admit, my fingers are too fat to hit those little keys. So they get- I lobe you's, see you latwes, and other nonsensical messages. Now, they need to figure out if I'm having a stroke, or just being a poor texter; what a terrible burden to place on text recipients.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
February and Spring
I grew up in Tempe, AZ. Spring always came right on time - the middle of February! Valentines Day tradition was to drive over to Alameda Street and see the beautiful cherry blossoms in all their pink and white finery. This was spring, whether or not Mother Nature agreed.
After I got married, and moved to norther California, spring seemed to come along at the pace of a snail, sometimes not appearing until April. February! That is when spring should be. I longed for the cold days to be over, for the trees to sprout green, and flowers to begin budding. I suppose I was a little home sick at first, but still craved that Feb. spring.
A few years later, we moved again, to southwest Washington State. A beautiful area, one with 4 real seasons; not just hot and warm (winter), and a week of blossoming cherry trees. Fall, an almost new concept to me was welcomed, colors so vibrant they take my breath away. Winter, also a new concept, held new experiences such as the front door to the house getting iced over and snow drifts baring exit out the back door. There is no escape! Summer varies here, hot, wet and cold, wet and hot, or just plain wet, or dry. Never can predict it, weather just happens.
I still look for spring in February, and while our trees are not even beginning to bud, the daffodils and crocuses are peaking out of the ground, and budding, waiting for warmer weather to pop open and say spring is on the way.
February in the Pacific Northwest usually includes a false spring - a week maybe more of warm weather, right around the middle of the month. The master bath in our home has 2 outside walls, a large southern facing wall and a shorter western wall. Both get the majority of sun shine, making the room a hot house in the summer, but prime breading temperature for our resident lady bugs to hatch, or what ever it is they do during this false spring. Look out Valentines Day, the lady bugs are on the loose.
Our Valentines Day cherry blossoms have been replaced by Valentines Day lady bugs. My body still thinks spring should be in the middle of February when I'm ready for warmer days, but I'll take the short break of warmth that we do get, and eagerly wait for the lady bugs to show their red and orange capes, welcoming an early spring.
After I got married, and moved to norther California, spring seemed to come along at the pace of a snail, sometimes not appearing until April. February! That is when spring should be. I longed for the cold days to be over, for the trees to sprout green, and flowers to begin budding. I suppose I was a little home sick at first, but still craved that Feb. spring.
A few years later, we moved again, to southwest Washington State. A beautiful area, one with 4 real seasons; not just hot and warm (winter), and a week of blossoming cherry trees. Fall, an almost new concept to me was welcomed, colors so vibrant they take my breath away. Winter, also a new concept, held new experiences such as the front door to the house getting iced over and snow drifts baring exit out the back door. There is no escape! Summer varies here, hot, wet and cold, wet and hot, or just plain wet, or dry. Never can predict it, weather just happens.
I still look for spring in February, and while our trees are not even beginning to bud, the daffodils and crocuses are peaking out of the ground, and budding, waiting for warmer weather to pop open and say spring is on the way.
February in the Pacific Northwest usually includes a false spring - a week maybe more of warm weather, right around the middle of the month. The master bath in our home has 2 outside walls, a large southern facing wall and a shorter western wall. Both get the majority of sun shine, making the room a hot house in the summer, but prime breading temperature for our resident lady bugs to hatch, or what ever it is they do during this false spring. Look out Valentines Day, the lady bugs are on the loose.
Our Valentines Day cherry blossoms have been replaced by Valentines Day lady bugs. My body still thinks spring should be in the middle of February when I'm ready for warmer days, but I'll take the short break of warmth that we do get, and eagerly wait for the lady bugs to show their red and orange capes, welcoming an early spring.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
The Elusive Beast
They leave their marks everywhere. In the house, the car, the shop.
Bits of themselves, left for me to clean up, when I see them.
Dregs of something hanging in corners, up in the far reaches of
my cathedral ceilings. It takes a ladder to capture these things.
Things left by Things I have never seen. These elusive beasts
create havoc when visitors approach. Did they leave a gift
I will be ashamed of if my guests spot it? Did they trail after
me as I cleaned, and leave their mark?
I have yet to see one, I don't think anyone ever has.
This beast is more scarce than Big Foot, the Loch Ness Monster
and Area 51 sightings all wrapped up into one.
No color, size, or shape can be given this beast. While
everyone sees what is left behind, no one sees the Thing.
This Thing called a cob, that leaves cobwebs. I live with
the elusive beast as best I can.
Bits of themselves, left for me to clean up, when I see them.
Dregs of something hanging in corners, up in the far reaches of
my cathedral ceilings. It takes a ladder to capture these things.
Things left by Things I have never seen. These elusive beasts
create havoc when visitors approach. Did they leave a gift
I will be ashamed of if my guests spot it? Did they trail after
me as I cleaned, and leave their mark?
I have yet to see one, I don't think anyone ever has.
This beast is more scarce than Big Foot, the Loch Ness Monster
and Area 51 sightings all wrapped up into one.
No color, size, or shape can be given this beast. While
everyone sees what is left behind, no one sees the Thing.
This Thing called a cob, that leaves cobwebs. I live with
the elusive beast as best I can.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
I don't know what I was thinking! A blog. Who has time for a blog? Certainly not me, I don't even have time for the laundry, and that is important stuff. I think everyone who starts a blog has the best intentions of keeping it up to date. Keeping things new and interesting. Well, live isn't always new and interesting.
I can only imagine a reality show of my life. Hmmm, up in the morning, check email, sit thinking about what to write, maybe write, fix tea, lunch, plan dinner. Laundry - if I remember, oh yeah! Blog. Dinner and bed.
Not all fun and games, I do not believe the "reality" shows are real, in fact I know they are not. Who lives like that? Who has time for all the junk that goes on in their lives, and have time for a life?
So, I will never be on a reality show, and I might be able to keep up with a blog. First things first however, time for some laundry.
I can only imagine a reality show of my life. Hmmm, up in the morning, check email, sit thinking about what to write, maybe write, fix tea, lunch, plan dinner. Laundry - if I remember, oh yeah! Blog. Dinner and bed.
Not all fun and games, I do not believe the "reality" shows are real, in fact I know they are not. Who lives like that? Who has time for all the junk that goes on in their lives, and have time for a life?
So, I will never be on a reality show, and I might be able to keep up with a blog. First things first however, time for some laundry.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Lost Money
I am poor. Due to my laziness - not opening my email, I have passed by many the opportunity to become a millionaire, billionaire, or other aire. I have neglected people who have made me their heir, avoided FBI, CIA, executives and others who are trying to reach me. Very cold hearted I know, but tough noogies!
In the deepest recesses of my too black heart, I know I am doing the right thing. I only wish they would just send me the money!
In the deepest recesses of my too black heart, I know I am doing the right thing. I only wish they would just send me the money!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Rainbows
Imagine 1,000 years ago. A rain storm has passed, you go outside, and look towards the clouds - will there be more? The sun is just beginning to shed its cloud cover, billowing clouds are parting, and color! You are stunned, there are colors in the sky. Colors you see in flowers, trees, and dyes in your clothing. How are they in the sky? Why are they there? Is this an omen? Something to be feared?
What an awesome sight, your first rainbow. You may never know what it is, may never see another one. Do you dare tell anyone what you have seen? They probably would not believe that colors float in the sky.
In the Pacific Northwest, there is a lot of rain - that should mean a lot of rainbows, but you have to be outside for that fleeting moment when the rare sun break and moist air are in sync.
After waiting out a heavy rain at the store, I headed home, thinking about putting the food away. I rounded a corner and a beautiful, bright, rainbow met me. The colors were some of the deepest, brightest, most vibrant I have ever seen. The rainbow seemed to be ending in my neighborhood, and as I turned onto our street, the rainbow end hovered just over our house.
Now, I know that it is all just a matter of where you are, the closer you get to a rainbow, the farther away it goes, so that elusive pot of gold is never found. However, the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow was truly my treasure - my home and my family.
What an awesome sight, your first rainbow. You may never know what it is, may never see another one. Do you dare tell anyone what you have seen? They probably would not believe that colors float in the sky.
In the Pacific Northwest, there is a lot of rain - that should mean a lot of rainbows, but you have to be outside for that fleeting moment when the rare sun break and moist air are in sync.
After waiting out a heavy rain at the store, I headed home, thinking about putting the food away. I rounded a corner and a beautiful, bright, rainbow met me. The colors were some of the deepest, brightest, most vibrant I have ever seen. The rainbow seemed to be ending in my neighborhood, and as I turned onto our street, the rainbow end hovered just over our house.
Now, I know that it is all just a matter of where you are, the closer you get to a rainbow, the farther away it goes, so that elusive pot of gold is never found. However, the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow was truly my treasure - my home and my family.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Just a rant -
One would think that a non-profit organization would love to
get free advertising.
One would think....
However, calls don't get returned, emails are not replied
to, and nobody bothers to get information to me!
Table Scraps may
be a small table top newspaper, but a lot of folks read it, and respond to ads.
What is with these non-profits that they can't take the time
to do something that will only benefit their cause?
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