Friday, July 27, 2012

Don't Bait!

I don't usually read the Sports Section...but this mornin, I did and decided that it is filled with "Man Code".

For example:

Croaker are hitting bloodworms and squid, and bream is starting to turn...Use crickets.

Seriously???? Sounds like some kind of fishin' fortune cookie to me. But there are all kinds of "fishin" if you know what I mean. I have a policy not to throw bait at things I don't want...or can't handle. Word!

Saturday, July 21, 2012

There is a line from the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel that says something like,

"In the end everything will work out okay, if it's not okay...well then, it's not the end." 

I like that philosophy and I suppose I could apply it to Hildegarde's beautiful philosophy...if it does not look like a tent...perhaps it hasn't unfolded...

But then I think...naaah, there are all kinds of tents and as long as it covers your butt in a storm, I'm pretty happy with it.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Underdog...

I told Lushious,.
If it don't stank...then it might still be buried, that don't mean it ain't down there...folks are always ready to dig up...bones!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

I'll show you mine if......

I have to say, in the South, we spend lots of time talkin' about, cookin' eatin' and comparin' Bar-B-Que.  Never underestimate how dear this stuff is.  Just the other day I was reminisin' with some friends and as usual the conversation meandered it's way to that pit cooked passion pig.

How'd you fixed it? Where'd you eat it?  Was it  Car'lina, Virginia, Ten'see?  Dry rub or wet?  Vinegar, mustard or 'mater-based sauce.  We leave no stone unturned.

Pulled or chopped?  Off the Interstate or in town? 
Heaven forbid...chain or local?  Is their slaw worth orderin?

We'll talk till our sweet tea runs out.  As long as it's  about other folks Que, it never ends.  But when it turns personal, things can and sometimes do take a turn. Be forewarned, it's probably best if you don't ask folks,  for "their"  recipe. 

You might actually hear an audible suckin' in of the air around you. It's like time stands still.  More than likely a well mannered hostess will interject a coy distraction that might sound something like;  "Well, now honey, you know...if I told you that I'd either have to shoot you or marry you." 

Need I say more.  Bar-B-Que is some serious business down here, and most folks would rather give you the shirt off their back than part with a prized "family" recipe.  So just eat and enjoy....maybe you'll get a Mason jar full of that Family Secret Sauce for Christmas!

A Respectful Note:  the above was written with joy and understandin'.
A very special thanks to Miss Pat for directin' me to several wonderful web-sites that have really good and far as she can recollect, similar ingredients to the sauce that she...can't  actually ever remember seein' the recipe for.  You are a joy and a sweet inspiration.   All the love, all the time, Lurlene

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Sweet inspiration...

I like housework, I honestly do.  It's something that rewards you the minute you look over your shoulder and see things "in place".  There's little I have control over these days, but I can bust some clutter...if I have a reason.  

Callin' folks over for dinner will do it every time.  Sometimes I look at the house and think, I need to feed people.  Other than havin' parents visit, nothin will get me pickin' up faster than knowin' folks will be comin' over. That's my little "transformer".  No longer a chore, it's all a part of gettin' ready for the celebration.

Shoes on the stairwell, laundry folded on the chair, sedentary fur-balls gone in a swoop.  

I can look at a droopy flower arrangement for days and ponder when I'm gonna put it out of it's misery...until...I need a centerpiece. 

Sweet inspiration, I know I set this stuff up...but it works for me.  (Just don't look under anything or open a drawer.)  

Friday, July 6, 2012

Fishin in the black hole...

The other day I realized that the only time I mess up stuff is when I drag it out, try to hurry it up...or just fret about it in general. 
Miss Universe, speakin' in a kinder, gentler voice than usual reminded me that fret and worry only feed one kind of fish, the soul-eattin' kind.  

Lord knows I've dropped many a line in that fishin' hole; sometimes wishin', sometimes regrettin' and sometimes flat-out fearin'.  

I guess if I look at my life as bait...then I threw some choice hours away.   

Chronos is not kairos, events unfold on their own schedule no amount of worry changes that. 

Put down the pole and step away from the hole!  Life is good.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Open heart surgery....

I dreamed that the doctor said I needed open heart surgery
Then he added that  I needed to put something in…not take something out...

Interesting...I immediately remembered my Daddy talking to me about planting "patience" in my garden.  

I suppose my heart is a a way.

I am need... of a fine crop of patience!