Can it!

I was talkin' the other day....and I could see I was just wastin' this precious resource. I canned it...saved it for somebody who cared. One must preserve energy in all forms! Nuff said.

Wishin'

According to theories of anxiety relief and control, people turn to magical beliefs when they are overpowered by the sense of uncertainty and potential danger.  I understand that, who hasn't looked or the four leaf clover or cooked a turkey just for the bone? 

Wishin' just won't stand alone and ya'll know that...

But  then again,  there is the placebo effect. 

Side steppin'

It takes me a long time to learn a dance step, hell, I have yet to master the darn "electric slide"  But after I've learned it, well, it's my dance and I'm stickin' to it.  Confident, ready to boogy until  somebody goes and changes the music.

That's the way it is with Alzheimer's Disease, just when I think I've got Buck's routine down pat...and I'm confident he's cool and comfortable with our little routine, he'll up and ask me something like...How did I get here?

I have to say, it knocks the wind out of me.

I'm learning a few new steps and I'm sure I'll learn many more...as long as we don't miss a beat, I think all will be well.

Hellina Handbasket

I am off to a slow start this morning. I had to process a few things that I woke up with...no, not the "morning" cat or the constant laundry, but rather what I was going to take with me through the day and what I was going to put back.

I only wear the pants that zip...

Try as I might...the time gets away from me.  It would be all so simple if I just posted first thing like I imagined, but life somehow finds a way to take it's bony little fingers and pry open my personal space, leaving me sleepy...or crumpy....or prickly, as VerDell described me.  So here is the end of week catch up.
While it didn't start too well...

8:16-12   
Yeah...so what the *&^%
I walked around all day with bedhead, and while folks looked...they said nothing. Can't say I blame them.  I really was a sight.  

When I was younger and had no idea how messy life could be, I caught myself staring at a disheveled, thirty or forty year old woman in the grocery store.  There was a spot on her blouse and she had a big ole "bad-hair-day" happenin'. I remember thinking to my self in a rather condescending manner, "I don't care how bad it gets...I will never go out in public lookin' like that."
 
But I did...and I do...and I will probably do it again, because poop happens and I have been wearing the same pair of earrings and shoes for three months .  I wear the pants that zip, end of story. 

8:20-12   I am not!
VerDell called me out this mornin', said I was a little prickly. She was exactly right...and bein' as she is so often my muse, I decided on this card. I just couldn't come up with an alternative...other than the obvious (than to be one) and then there's or "kill someone". But I couldn't put that in the Good Book. 

8:21-12   

Oops...did I wake you?

For what ever reason...the sleep Gods smiled on Buck and that light transferred to me.  If he sleeps.. I sleep and all is right with the world.  There are stories about goin' places with me...wakin up to song and the smell of hot coffee. I am annoyingly joyful in the morning. I like company...I need company, "Oops...did I wake you?"  
History.

 

 

 

  

 8:22-12 These little lights of mine...

So after bein' so "prickly" I started thinking about how dark my world would be without the dear friends who inspire me...put up with me...are there for me.  I started thinking about all the beautiful things they do and then this popped out of nowhere.  Sometimes "Miss Universe" feels that there are things that must be said...minus the punch-line.  

  

 
About the path

8:23-12

 You know, the thing is...sometimes they are synonymous.  Maybe I didn't take the wrong way...maybe just the long way.  The lesson is there...sometimes you just have to go around it to get to it.

Enjoy your weekend everyone, walk a path...any path...you will no doubt end up where you are supposed to.

Cic-a-doos

Woke up this morning to a full chorus of these guys. It's summertime and the chirping of all those flirty spring birds has given away to the ever present shrill of these guys...the Dog Day Cicadas!

In some Asian cultures they're considered a symbol of both good luck and rebirth, well yeah...rebirth would sorta be a "do over" in my book and we all know that's a stroke of luck right there. 

I like to think of them as Southern Noise Makers, kinda like party favors...ushering out the heat of summer and callin' in the season to come.

So to my dearest husband...and all of my dear friends who are enjoying August Birthdays...I hope your days were filled with health and song...and your new season a joyful one.

Love you all!

Diggin' up stuff

Most any farmer will tell you that after a heavy rain, there'll be stuff in the field that you never saw before.  You gotta keep a closer eye out cause things surface.  Chances are a  rusty piece of  wire can end up bein' a whole fence. 

Be careful what you start tuggin at.  Some things can jus' be clipped off and left alone.  Best to decide how much work you're willin' to put into it before you start diggin.

Weedin'

I don’t know why, but when I feel like I’m loosin the battle; it does my soul good to weed. There’s something about reachin down there and pullin that sucker out…roots and all… that gives me great pleasure.
 

I know it’s just a momentary triumph but there are some days when that’s all I need.

Sink...Swim...or Tread

Like I told a friend the other day...There comes a time when you have to make a choice, you can either anchor or you swim, if you continue to try and do both... chances are you'll end up like one of those sad little carnival ponies...you know the ones...with the broken spirit.

Great day..

I think the card says it all.  I could add...Don't drink and draw...but then I would have never come up with this one.  Washin' dishes, house is quiet, man and cat sleep in the lounger.  When I look at them I can think of nothing other than the laughs on the porch, the hours in the pool and the giant fur-ball stuck between my toes. 

Life is no more than a long string of events, held together by memory and selection.  Friends often comment that I have a lot on my hands...but I wash most of that stuff off! 

Life is good.

Alchemy

Alchemy: any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value.

I believe that baking is indeed magical and cake is indeed a form of gold.

I believe we can transmute that which is a pain in the bo-tuckus into some form of joy.

Word.

Of Ruses and Rules

So I woke up this morning thinking about being hard-headed...or block headed...or stubborn.
Then I realized, things change. 

Most of the time the only rules I follow are the ones I've made for myself...or the ones I agree with.

Then Miss Universe got me to thinkin'.

Things change...rules change...sometimes folks even change rules and don't bother to tell you...sometimes you do the same to them.  

It happens and that's not a bad thing

What rules are you re-writing?

Makin' stuff up

When I was a kid, long about August, I was pretty tired of things like swimmin, nappin, and lazin' around. Sometimes I would complain to my Grannie that I was "bored" and she would always say that there was no such thing as bein bored as long as there was a needle and thread in the house. Then  I'd get a lesson in "makin' stuff up". 

 Truth be told, we all have a zillion things we could do...I only get bored when I try to avoid them.