Monday, December 12, 2016

Two Days and Counting...

   Today is one of those days when I wish I had a different personality.  I wish I was one of those laid back people who can actually make themselves not think or worry about things they cannot change or control. These are the very things that drive me nuts!!  I envy  people who can compartmentalize their brains. Most of them remind me of Scarlet O'Hara. They will just worry about it tomorrow, if then. I married one of those types of people. For us it is probably a good thing. Opposites bring balance and often a need for Xanax.

   Me?? I am like the proverbial dog with a bone, I chew and chew on it until the bone is bare. Then I go bury it in the backyard and after a day or two I dig it up again and chew some more. Then I will drag it around just to make sure I know where the darn bone is at all times. My brain is never 'compartmentalized'.  It is an ongoing cluster smuck on a good day. On a bad day it remains a cluster smuck. Only this time it worries and obsesses non stop.  Oh the joy!!!

   I am set for surgery on Wednesday. They will call me Tuesday after 3 to tell me what time to be there. I have taken all the classes, done the tests for heart, blood  and whatever else they are looking for. The only thing I didn't do was donate some of my blood but no one told me to. My final doctor was a little ticked off but said they forget this all the time.  So if I need blood I will get it from the blood bank. The only other time I have had blood transfusions was when I was a little girl and got very sick in the second grade. I needed three transfusions of O positive blood. Granddaddy had given so much blood to others they wouldn't let him donate to me. However, Jimmy Wilmouth donated the blood. He was such a sweet man. Every time he saw me he would laugh and say, "He was just checking on his blood and I was looking like I was taking good care of it." He always made me laugh. Clinton, Ky. is full of good men and women. Many of them made lasting impressions on my life. It was a good place to grow up.

   So back to my mission. I needed to talk to my doctor and find out if he wants an ex-ray of my mouth. A friend told me this weekend that I needed this. They refused to operate on him until he has it done.  I am leaning toward just getting the darn ex-ray and take it to my doctor Wednesday,  just in case. Tommy disagrees. He thinks it is nothing and I should talk to the doctor...back to Scarlet.  Soooo I have been calling my doctor office every five minutes and it has been busy every single time. It is a huge place and there are many doctors and more patients.  Evidently, I am not the only one who wants to talk to a doctor at this facility, because the phone has been busy since they opened at 8 a.m. I know this for a fact because I was on the phone at 8:02.  Someone beat me to the call.  

   Tommy and Jody left to get something for Jody's wood burning stove.  I called my dentist in Fulton and have an appointment to have teeth x-rayed 11:30 Tues. and they will fax the info to my dr.  If my dr. calls and says I don't need it I will call and cancel my x-ray.  First easy breath I have had this weekend. It helps to have a plan B.  Mind relieved.

   I originally wanted to name my blog "Plan B" It fit my life perfectly,  however some other worry wort claimed it first. Such is life. Hopefully, nothing pops up to stop my surgery on Wed. I think we have it covered. Fingers crossed---much love to all. 

   

   

   
  

Monday, November 21, 2016

Elvis and I Put Up Our Christmas Tree. . .

  It is that time of year when Elvis, Martina and I put up our Christmas tree.  Tommy doesn't want any part of decorating the tree. I understand and that is alright by me. I put on my favorite CD's, make fudge and think of all the Christmas' past. There is a memory for every thing on our tree.

   Tommy bought me this tree last year. Without a decoration on it, it is beautiful.  In fact last year I didn't decorate it. Tommy was sick with the shingles and there was no Christmas spirit.  Instead we enjoyed the beauty of the tree itself. However when 2016 rolled around, after two days I decided I wanted our story displayed on the tree again. Every ornament on our tree is a memory of some part of our life.  

    We have three decorations from our Christmas wedding that are always close to the top. Actually, every year the angel goes on first then our wedding decorations are randomly added next.  

    Beneath the wedding bells and Christmas balls, is Tami's first baby bottle.



                            The little red Christmas stocking to the left is 45 years old and was the only new ornament on our first Christmas tree. We were living in Yuma, Arizona while Tommy finished his last two years in the Marine Corps. We were pregnant and so broke.  We bought a small artificial tree about two feet tall and sat it on top of our black and white television.  We also bought a Christmas boot for our baby. We thought it was the prettiest tree we had ever seen. The bassinet was located by the t.v. and was filled with baby gifts from Mama and Daddy and family back home.  We were excited and extremely nervous. Lisa was due on Jan. 4th and I had no idea what to do with a newborn baby; but that is another story.

    As we move down the tree we find
Lisa's Christmas Santa that was added when she was almost two. We were living in Marietta, Georgia and she had a kidney infection with 105 degree fever.  We were terrified. The doctors performed a small bladder surgery and she was fine in a few days. We purchased this Santa Clause as soon as she came out of surgery.




   When Melodi was small she added a dragon to the tree. It always goes close to the top as if it wanted to eat a chunk out of the tree.

 This is Jacy's first ballerina shoes. She was about three when she took classes for awhile.  She was such a little doll.

      Logan's baby bottle is added. Now all we need is something for Rowan, Lacey and Lisle and we are all there somewhere on the tree. The rest of the tree is decorated with souvenirs from all our adventures. We have moose and wolves from Alaska. Starfish we found in Florida, and 40 million memories that would take to long to describe. Mama is there and I have a Christmas bell from Mamamae and Granddaddy's tree. It is priceless to me. In fact it is probably older than I am.



   While the tree is full, we still have a lot of places to go and things to do on our bucket list. Have a Happy Thanksgiving and a wonderful Christmas. Much love to all. . .

Monday, November 7, 2016

One Tomato, Two Tomato, Three Tomato, Four. . .



       Transplanting volunteer cherry tomato plants never entered my mind when I woke up this morning.  Seven hours later that is exactly what I was doing.

      Tommy and I worked long and hard yesterday. Today was to be a laid back sort of Sunday.  That is pretty close to what we had. The things we did were small chores we wanted to check off our 'to do list' before I have knee surgery in December.


   We built a hand railing for the steps in the laundry room. That took about an hour. While in there I did several loads of laundry. Tommy was outside piddling in the garage, when he yelled for me to make a pot of coffee and come outside.  He wanted a fire in the fire pit and some company.  We stayed out there all afternoon. Conservation was sparse. Both of us were lost in watching the fire and our own thoughts. The coffee was good and the sky was perfect for cloud watching.   
                                         

                       
         
         This was my favorite cloud of the day. It morphed back and forth between a dragon and a mermaid with hair three miles long.

      While I was thinking about dragons and mermaids, Tommy spotted volunteer cherry tomato plants growing all over the back yard. They erupted everywhere a rotten or split tomato had been thrown. I couldn't believe it. Some of the plants had blooms on them and one plant had two cherry tomatoes that will be eaten soon.  



          I am not a high maintenance kind of person. It never did take much to make me happy; finding these little tomato plants all over the back yard did just that. . . they made me happy.  I dug up three plants and re-potted them so I could watch them grow and perhaps enjoy some red cherry tomatoes later this winter. Right now they are living in the bedroom window of Logan's room.  I checked on them first thing this morning and they seem to like their new surroundings. It was a good day in my neck of the woods.  It took my mind off the election for about four hours. That was time well spent. I needed a break from the three ring circus we call politics.

                                     




  
                                       

   

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

The Road Less Traveled....The Election of 2016



 
    The photo above was taken the other day while we were on a road trip in search of the prettiest tree in our part of the state. We took photos of trees from one end of our county to the other. As we made a right turn on this road, I got out of the car and had a 'Robert Frost Moment'. A line from his poem,  "The Road Not Taken", slammed into my mind.  The last verse,

                                "I shall be telling this with a sigh
                                 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
                                 I took the one less traveled by,
                                 And that has made all the difference.

   As I stood in the middle of the road, all I could think about was the comparison of this line of poetry and our nasty, foul election of 2016.  I am sure Robert Frost would turn over in his grave at that thought.  However, folks that is exactly where I was and where I am; six days away from the election. I am still at a crossroads concerning our Presidential candidates. I know who I am voting for unless something else happens between now and next Tuesday causing me not to vote at all.  Am I happy about my decision?  NO I AM NOT!!  It is the best decision I can make out of this mess we have to choose from. I honestly think one candidate could possibly go to prison, the other one could be assassinated.  How did we ever reach such a devilish place?  Why would these thoughts ever come to mind in a normal election?

   I have a hypothetical theory on this matter. While most of us in the United States were being good citizens, working, raising families and voting when it was election time. We did not dig deep enough into what went on in Washington D.C.  Years ago we believed men and women sent to Congress, the White House and State positions had America's best interest at heart, even if we disagreed with some of their positions. However, we did not have the twenty four hour news coverage then that we do now. Most of us did not know how corrupt things were getting.  We should have instead we let things slide. Unknowingly, we allowed lobbyists to gain power to buy and sell our elected leaders and their vote.  Elected leaders became career politicians. Follow the money was what we overlooked  until it was too late. Lobbyists are embedded now. We took the elected officials at their word.  In the process they sold out our country to any and everyone around the world who could afford a piece of us. And now we are reaping the rewards of crooked politicians for the past sixty years or more.

   What is so discouraging to me as an American, I really do not think our country can be fixed.  And I love my country. I love the one I thought existed. I love the one that exists now. I am angry at us for letting America down. I love the Americans after 9-11. We were united for weeks following the attack on our country.  I love the United States I believed in as a little girl.  When good and bad, right and wrong were easier to identify. Now we live in a gray era. There are seven sides to every question. Political Correctness is an insane idea.  Truth has become rubberized. It can be stretched in any and every direction until it looses its shape and tears apart. We often forget what the truth was about. 

   When I was a little girl, I went to church all the time. I remember getting scared every time the minister preached from the book of Revelations. I always wanted to know why the United States wasn't mentioned. Now I think it is because by the time Revelations is fulfilled the United States as we know it, will not exist. That thought scares me and makes me sick but I believe it.  With all my heart I hope I am wrong. I am wrong a lot... I hope I am this time too.

   Perhaps, if we as American citizens had paid more attention to what was going on in Washington D.C. things would not be in this mess. Perhaps if we had demanded more of our elected leaders to follow the constitution, or decided that it is a terrible idea to have a Supreme Court Justice sit on the bench for life. Perhaps the President's right to use his pen and write Executive Orders should be taken away. Perhaps American's should have taken to the streets all across the United States when Benghazi happened and when the Iran deal was made. Perhaps we should have stayed in those streets until the right thing was done.  Perhaps if we had taken a different road we would not be in the mess we are today. Perhaps, but we will never know for sure because we didn't take the road less traveled. Instead we played a loosing game called, 'Follow the Leader.'

   God bless and protect our military. Sooner or later they will have to pay for all the 'pay to play' crap, and the poor decisions made by men and women who knew better but did not care. And that my friends is a crying shame.

   

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Advice from Heaven "Follow Your Heart but Take Your Brain With You"

The title of my blog today is a quote from this morning's play time on the computer. I take most of the silly 'quizzes' offered on Facebook.  The quizzes are  funny and the answers  either hit close to home or  they make me laugh or snort a 'not me buddy. . wrong woman.'  Most of the answers I get I delete.  However, today's quiz summed up Monday to a T and my life in general. That fact was located on the 'Ah Ha' side of life.

Monday Tommy and I drove to Hermann to buy tires for Tommy's truck.  It was a beautiful day and I wanted to take photos of the Fall foliage and of the little village like town of Hermann. As soon as we arrived at the station, I got out of the truck, grabbed my camera and my suitcase of a purse and took off to photograph life in another town.

Hermann is a small German community on the Missouri river. People built their homes in layers on the rolling hills that surround the river. 
  
I started walking and soon came to a rock wall trying to keep one third of Hermann at bay. Houses are stacked one on top of the other in a hodge podge manner. The road twists and turns among the houses appearing and disappearing at will. Nearly every home has a flower garden and an empty upstairs. 

Their lifestyle is a different life  than the one I live. My mind was filled with the 'something shiny syndrome' and I was off in my own little world. I walked up and down streets snapping photos.  It was around eight a.m. and people were still inside their homes getting ready for the day.  A light would click off, a door slam and a car cranking was the background music for the first hour of the morning.



This photo doesn't do justice to the landscape. Behind the church, climbing the hill is another row of houses up higher with a street or a yard to share. Comparing it to a jig saw puzzle is not the right description, although at the time that was vibe I received.  While I was delighted by the scenery I knew I would last living in Hermann a month or two at the most. I am used to a country lifestyle. It suits me now. For years it was bright lights and big cities. ..not any more.  I turned the corner and was on a side street downtown. Shabby chic was the way I would describe that area...run down could be another observation.  

  I walked this street for about forty minutes. I took photos of a place that in another life I would have loved to have owned. It would have been a bar and grill on the ground floor with pool tables and a place for a band and room to dance.  We would have lived 
upstairs.


The vacant red brick building with the white patio upstairs was my fantasy place for the bar and grill. 

                                                    



There were already two bars at the other end of the street. I would have loved a peek inside this building so I could  redecorate the place in my mind. However, about the time I tried to peek in the windows a little man walks up to me and says, "Mam, did you leave your purse on a wall at the other end of the block?"  There was only one four letter word that fit this situation and  I bit my tongue to keep from saying it. The little man who found my purse was very concerned about me. He was a kind looking older gentleman with watery blue eyes. He was unshaven and almost dirty. I am almost positive he was a frequent visitor at the bars down the street from my imaginary bar. He probably would have been a customer of mine.

He told me he found my purse and took it up to the service station and asked if anyone knew anything about it. My husband said, "That's my wife's purse!!  Wasn't she there?"  Another four letter word entered my mind because I knew Tommy would be furious.  I walked as fast as my knees would let me to the station where the truck and Tommy were waiting. I was right he was mad. . . extremely mad. I took the purse and put it in the truck. He wanted to know how I could walk off and leave my purse for almost an hour and not miss it. Hmmm I did too.  That purse never entered my mind. I was lost in a visual story about life in another time. My 'something shiny' was in overdrive and I was enjoying my adventure.

Tommy doesn't understand my mind set, and truthfully I do not understand the way his mind works.  He is a fun, logical person.  He stays in the present and seldom roams off the reservation.  

After knowing each other since we were in 7th grade,  you would think we would have accepted our mindsets. We haven't and I don't think we ever will. The other day he asked me what I was thinking about. I said, "the Kennedy assassination".  I asked him the same question and he said 'how to fix the lawn mower.'

He is one child out of eleven. I am an only child. He had people to talk to all the time. I created my world in my imagination. I still do. It is one of the reasons I write.  My mind is a very busy place on any given day.

"Follow your heart but take your brain (and your purse) with you." I guess for a little while this will be my new 'life quote'. There is a lot to be said for this tidbit of advice. I might as well try and make the most of it. Much love to all..

                                       
                                                   

Thursday, September 15, 2016

One of my Big Ideas that Didn't Pan Out...

    For someone who never made a lot of money, I had my share of adventurous ideas on ways to make money. The ideas didn't pan out but I must say the attempt to try was needed and priceless.  I have not once regretted any of my bright ideas. I was lucky that Tommy was making a good living for us and he never objected or discouraged me when I tried something new. He laughed a lot but he never objected.

   I was twenty when we got married and forty when I finally found my 'retirement job' working at a large mental hospital for the criminally insane.  That gave me twenty years to try life my way.  Since I was a little girl I wanted to be an artist and a writer. I was a dreamer, still am. My mind was full of 'bright ideas' that often cost me more than a profit. Let me rephrase that. I never cleared a dime on my creations but I had a wonderful time trying.

   I worked at a shoe factory off and on for five years when we needed extra money.  It was the wrong job for me. I hate factory work...loved the people; hated the job.  Standing in one spot all day long; doing the same thing over and over is pure torture for a person like me. My off and on career there was less than stellar.  I was fired once, and walked out three times. The longest I stayed employed there was 15 months. Tommy was laid off and I had to work. We needed the insurance.  When we got back on our feet and he was hired as a corrections officer, I quit again.  In fact, I stuck my head in the office door and told them "Do not, under any circumstances, hire me again."  They laughed and said, "We will see you in about six months."  Wrong!!!  I never went back. 

   A couple of days after I quit,  Tommy came home from work. I was waiting with coffee and my new plan. I wanted to do portraits in pastels. I fiddled with art off and on since I was a kid and after we married I continued,  but I wasn't serious about it.  We began our family and I really didn't have time to paint.  I was happy and this was fine with me. This time I was serious. I wanted to give my dream a try. Tommy listened and was supportive. He told me to give it a shot.  He always preferred having me home. The next day after the girls left for school and Tommy went to work I turned our dining room into my art room.  I had a huge picture window that faced north.  Two small round wooden wire holders Tommy bought home from the phone company soon became end tables. I painted them and put a plastic table cloth over the tops. I had a place for pastels, paints, photos, lamps and a thousand other pieces of 'stuff' I needed to help me work. I had my tackle box from college where I kept all my art supplies when I was an art major.  It was a little worse for the wear but it was filled with memories from another life. I still have it--somewhere.  I assembled my easel. Soon I was ready to start to work.  I have always loved the angled faces of Native Americans. I don't know how many portraits of Indians I did and gave them all away. If someone said, "Oh I love that!!" I gave it to them.  My work was a long way from being ready to sell. I was satisfied with the fact they liked what I had created. And they took it home with them AND put it up in their homes. It never did take much to make me happy.

   One thing led to another.  I did a photo of Lisa her freshman year of high school. My favorite was of Willie Nelson. Tommy hates to hear him sing. That portrait has a long on going story in our home.  I think it is the best portrait I ever did. Tommy calls him that ole SOB. I have hung him all over the house in every room except the bathroom and our bedroom. The two places Tommy could not stand to look at him. Besides, who wants a photo of Willie Nelson hanging in the bathroom?  Right now Willie has a permanent home in my sun room.


   I packed away all my sketches and trial runs over the years, when I went to work for the state, I had weird hours, kids in school who wanted to talk to me when I came home. The time for art was suspended indefinitely.  Last Tuesday I found my old art work from 1985-1989.  Most of the other pieces were given away to friends. I kept a few to remember a good time in my life. Below are a few of those old memories. They are a little worn and faded in places but are still good memories to me.  I will forever be a work in progress, no matter what I do.

  Lisa's photo aged her more than I wanted.  Once again much to learn.







Nancy Ballard's graduation photo. It is a pencil sketch. I never did get the pastel started.



A hero from a book I read.  I have no clue the name of the book, but I sure do remember the hero.






Some old cowboy who had seen better days. The picture has too.
                 


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Girl in a mirror. These photos have no value at all. I see a million mistakes and yet they are priceless to me. They are from a time when I was in my 30's and was the artist I wanted to be. I remember I was always dressed in jeans, a denim shirt and was barefoot with paint on my clothes and chalk on my skin.  I had candles lit, a room full of plants and Lisa's jam box playing songs I loved. Those are good memories.  I am glad the pictures made it through the years. How they survived I will never know. I will take better care of them now.  I started painting when I retired. Now I have a fascination with French and Italian homes and streets.  Adobe, archways Mexican pots of flowers and broken steps are what catch my eye. I also have a jealous lover who wants my time and I am inclined to see he gets more than his fair share---and that is writing. Life has been good to me.

























Friday, August 26, 2016

Sandy's Burial...

      When I sat down to write today, I thought I was writing a eulogy for Sandy.  No words came. I had said it all yesterday in a short paragraph.  Sandy had been with us for fifteen years. We loved her and she loved us back. She became sick and died in my arms...right where she should have been. Her death broke my heart.  Her burial broke my back.

     Tommy and I have decided that we are going to be cremated when we die. Funerals cost too much.  The survivor will need the insurance money to continue to live as we do now...without worries.  It sounds good.  Makes sense to most people and has even become popular in some circles. The only problem is I hate the idea of burning up anyone I love.  It seems barbaric and I for one can not do it.  Tommy has no problem with the idea.  Yesterday he asked me if I wanted him to call the vet and make arrangements for Sandy's cremation or did I want to bury her in the garden.  Of course I picked the garden.  I would make the same decision again today.  However, little did I know how hard physically digging a four foot grave for Sandy's remains would be.

    The only thing about me that feels 67 years old is my knees and today my back and ribs.  Usually I am fine. I don't feel or think any different than I did when I was 40. Tommy feels the same way. He has had a rough year and is finally healing.  Much better than I hoped for. He still has pain in his left arm but it is down to a 2 or 3 level.  He can function and live with that. We both think it will be gone by October.

    However, if you put the two of us together you have one whole person with bad knees and an iffy lower back, a left arm that hurts so bad it has been known to make an ex Marine cry.  And this person has to dig a four foot hole.  It took a long time to get that hole dug. We started with shovels, then we turned to a pick ax.  From the ax we drug in the tiller. That helped a lot. Until I looked up and saw how the tiller was jerking Tommy's arms. He refused to quit using it because at last we were making some progress. 

    The shady spot I picked out is nice. It is under a tall tree with roots that go all the way to China.  We dug, scooped, pulled until the hole was deep enough. My knees had left the premises about two hours earlier. To get out of the hole, I had to grab the tree and pull. 

    Finally Sandy was laid to rest. She was covered in her favorite blanket.  We thanked God for allowing us to raise Sandy. We thanked him for a lot of memories. Then we gathered up all the shovels, pick axes, and other tools that I don't even know what they were for.  But I do know one thing, they were not for digging dirt.

    We waddled to the house, took a shower and then a 3 hour nap.  When we woke up Tommy asked me if I wanted to go to Portland to eat.  I did. The fish and beer was delicious. We talked and talked then talked some more.  Once again the subject matter was cremation. It is in our will that we will be cremated. I am sure if I go first, he will cremate me...probably have a wiener roast:) I will not bet on cremation for Tommy. I have loved that body 46 years. However I know one thing for sure, I am not digging the grave!! Men!!! Can't do anything with them and don't want to live without them.  The way it stands we are being cremated...unless Tommy goes first...to be continued hopefully at much later date.



    

Sunday, August 14, 2016

First Bullet Hole I Have Seen in Awhile...

   It is a well known fact, I enjoy meeting unusual people. Why?? Because they seldom let me down. If I wait long enough a story is just a smile away.

 Airports, elevators, hospitals, parks, bars, restaurants,Walmart, church, airplanes, the library, Alaska, the beach, auctions and even the Army Surplus stores are a few places I have walked  away with a stranger 's life story or some horrific event in their lives they can't forget. A few have even shared  photos of their adventure.  We seldom if ever exchange names. I think that is odd, however probably a good idea in the long run.
    
 Tommy and I were out and about today. He needed to go to Harbor Freight and get a couple of tools that were on sale.  I wanted to go to the Army Surplus store and check out mosquito netting and a few other items for camping or for when the SHTF..whichever comes first. It was there I met my 'character' for the day. 

   As I tried to open the boarded up door, a young man was walking out. He was short, wore grey baggy shorts and a t- shirt. He had both ears pierced with black circles that will leave his ears eventually with holes the size of nickles...I guess.  We bumped into each other. He was looking over his shoulder talking to the man running the store  and I was on a mission to get some camping supplies.  After we  said our 'excuse me's'; the cashier said, "l will have that door fixed tomorrow. We were robbed earlier this week." BINGO!!  That was all I needed. I knew a story was brewing close to the surface in the room.  I asked about the robbery. The young man came back in to talk and the cashier began to retell the story. It was a simple story. The robbers knocked out the glass in the door and walked in--took what they wanted and left.  That was it. I was semi disappointed until the young man began talking. A couple of months ago he was shot in the knee, a few blocks from where the surplus store is located.  Evidently,  the street his girlfriend lives on is in a dangerous area of Columbia. Someone is shot over there weekly, sometimes daily. The area of the store could be considered 'shaking grounds' as far as being in a safe neighborhood also.

   I told the young man he was lucky to be alive, and have full use of his knee. That opened the door to his story.  He began talking by reveling how he used to be into drugs but now he has a daughter and he was through with all that mess.  I congratulated him for making a good life choice. He smiled. I turned and began walking to where the hunting knives are located. He followed me and asked if I wanted to see his knee. I said , "Well, sure . . . I guess".  Before I knew it he jerked up his shorts and sure enough there was a bullet hole. Now healed it looked like a round bruise, combined closely with a long jagged scar. I told him it healed nicely and then he offered to show me how it looked before he was healed. Bam!!! He snapped open his cellphone and there in living color is his bloody knee just moments after being shot. It looked nasty for sure. I asked  who shot him?  I probably shouldn't have asked that question, because the answer I got was a blank stare. It just popped out before I could stop it. I laughed and said, "Never mind, I don't know anyone in Columbia. Sorry I asked." He gave a curt nod and started to walk off.  Then he turned around and wanted to know why I was looking at 8 inch knives.  I laughed again and said without thinking,  "To keep from getting shot in the knee!"  Not everyone gets my sense of humor. . . I keep forgetting that.   He said, "Jesus Lady. . ."   looked at me like I had just grown a third eye and made his way to the door. . . Never bring a knife to a gun fight little boy - - - everyone knows that:) Kids!!!  I need the knife for fishing. One side of the blade is a fish scalier.

   Tommy and the cashier were knee deep in war stories,  when I walked over to join them. I like to listen to men talk, so I kept quiet while my husband and a stranger tried to settle the world's problems. They didn't have any luck with that one.

   It was a good day in my corner of the world. We laughed a lot. Had several serious conversations and ate another couple's platter at Long John Silver's. It was close to what we ordered...not worth the trouble to get a reorder and both were the same price.  

   Getting out of house was good,  coming home was even better.
  

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Shasta Daisies and War...


   It is Saturday morning in my corner of the world.  It is a cool morning for the end of July. I wanted to go outside, enjoy nature and clear my mind of the news of the world.  I did for a few minutes but the last two weeks of non stop news about Hillary and Trump kept creeping into my thoughts at odd moments.  While I was deadheading my petunias and daisies, more random thoughts entered my mind. One of those thoughts repeated something I had read several days ago,  'if you were born in 1949, like I was, then for almost 44% of your life the United States has been in a war somewhere.' I know my teenage and early adult life revolved around the Vietnam War. Dinner was eaten in silence as the t.v. reported another day, in another part of the world, where young people my age died. 

   It seemed remote until my senior year. It was a common known fact young men graduating high school usually either went to college or Vietnam.The draft was still in effect. I remember in Speech class we had to give a short speech on how we pictured our future. I think it was Ronnie Poole who said, "I am pretty sure I will spend my summer in beautiful downtown Saigon."  We all laughed at the joke. In fact, we often quoted him at odd times when we talked about the war. That line stuck in my head. We were eighteen, young and invincible.  A couple of years later I married a Marine. It really struck home then. Things turned out good for Tommy and me.  All of our friends and family made it home safely from Vietnam.  I am sure they were changed. The changes didn't show from the outside at that time.

   As I pulled weeds out of my zinnia bed, I thought about a novel I read a few weeks ago. It was about  the history of the world at war. Since the beginning of time, this world has been at war somewhere with someone.  There was no twenty four hour news channels to report what was going on back then. Lack of knowledge did not stop the chaos.  People created war to get what they wanted. They still do.  At times other people or countries picked a side and joined in the fight. They still do. The right side did not always win. It still doesn't.  And the world is still hanging on.

  While outside, I dug up a new patch of ground. I didn't really need anything else planted I wanted to dig up fresh dirt and take a smell of the land. I wondered how many other people had lived where I live now. I have records but lots of people lived before those records were recorded. The dirt smelled good. It has too much clay to be fruitful on its own. We mix it with this and that to enrich the earth. I looked up at our woods and realize once again, I didn't plant any of those trees or wild flowers and they are beautiful. They made it through Indian raids, the Civil War and so far they have made it through my era of time. The soil worked fine for them.

  Down the road about fifteen miles or so is a nuclear power plant. Tommy worked there enabling us to buy our home. When we bought it, the danger of a power plant never enter our minds.  We still don't dwell on it.  If it wasn't that it would be something else. The world isn't any safer than it was thousands of years ago. However, we have the ability to destroy our world...literally. It wouldn't take long either. Push a button, retaliate and push another button. . .keep on until no one is left standing. I hope that doesn't happen. I hope the grape vines we started will be producing grapes for our grandchildren. I hope the wild blackberries will be used to fill tummies with Nonnie's recipe for blackberry cobbler. I hope the small trees in our forest grow huge and tall.  

   I hope. . .

   

Friday, June 24, 2016

One of Those Things in Life I Wish I Could do Over...

   Every now and then I get caught up in something I know nothing about.  I often fly by the seat of my pants and if an idea sounds good to me, I am off and running looking for a new adventure. This is the story of how I entered Lisa in a beauty contest at the age of six without knowing one single thing about beauty pageants for children or anyone else for that matter.

   I was having my morning coffee with one of my best friends Janice.  She was all excited about this event that would happen in Union City in a few weeks. It was a children's beauty pageant. The winner would receive an award and move on to the next beauty pageant in Memphis, Tennessee.  It would go from there to another pageant until someone won $10,000. She said, "Let's enter our girls!!  It will be fun and it doesn't cost much money...just an entry fee.  We can get them pretty sundresses, fancy sandals, fix their hair and apply a little make up.  It will be just like playing dress up!!" We asked the girls what they wanted to do and of course they were excited and couldn't wait to put on make up.

    I called Mama to tell her the news and she was not excited at all.  Mama and Mamamae were at my home in Tenn. in about an hour. First Mama explained I had never been to a beauty contest for kids and I really didn't know what I was getting into.  I told my family all that I knew about the contest and that Lisa was excited and wanted to do it. I can hear Mama now saying,  "It costs a small fortune to be in beauty pageants.  There is a lot of competition and mother's get furious with judges, the audience and the little girls. Most of the time the little girls do not have fun. Don't make Lisa do this." I remember telling Mama that this time it was just for fun. Lisa's beautiful and it will be like playing dressing up.  She won't care if she wins or not she is six.  We know she is beautiful. Let her have the experience.  She will feel like a princess.  

   Reluctantly, Mama and Mamamae dropped the subject but "the look" remained through out their visit. 

   The next day, Lisa and I go to K Mart and buy her a pretty sundress, a pair of sandals that had a wedge heel, ribbons for her hair and a little stand out slip to make her dress fuller.  She looked like a little doll.  We ordered her a wrist corsage of red carnations and she was ready for Saturday night  and the contest.  Throughout the week she practiced walking in her shoes, turning around, and smiling. She did fine.

   Mama, Mamamae, Janice and her family, Lisa, Tami and I drove to the high school at the same time. As soon as we turned into the parking lot I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. It was packed. My silent introvert jumped up and down in my throat and said, "Oh Hell no !! You are not going in there!!!  Are you crazy???  Look at all those rich people...dummy!!"  I literally thought I would pass out...but I didn't and we made it inside the school.  There were forty million little girls dressed in forty million dollar dresses or should I say gowns. Even though the dresses they wore were short...they were created in the image of gowns.  I looked at Mama and she knew how I felt.  She hugged me and said, "Lisa is beautiful, she fits right in."  God bless her, if she had said "I told you so!!"  I would have busted out crying. However, Mama would never say anything like that.

  I looked for Lisa and she was playing with some little girls and having a good time.  She was enjoying the pretty dresses and acting like a little princess.  She did much better than her mother who really wanted to puke...anywhere would have been fine. Her mother also wanted a drink of water and a Xanax.  Neither of which she got.

  They called the little girls backstage. Lined them up and the first round began.  One child was just as pretty as the next. I was glad I wasn't a judge. Lisa made it through that round and was smiling from ear to ear.  She even waved to us from the stage.  The second round went fine and she was still in the competition. However, others had been cut and there were some mad Mama's in the audience.  I have been to wrestling matches where the language was better.  Lisa was taken out in the third round.  She came back to where we were sitting. I really don't think she was supposed to but she did and I was glad.  She whispered in my ear,"Can we go home? I want a bowl of cereal."  That was the last thing I was expecting to hear. So I told Mama what was going on and we left.

   The ride to our home was quiet. We played the radio and I complemented her on what a wonderful job she did. I told her I had made pictures to show Tommy when he got home. She smiled and that was all.  After we got in the house and changed clothes, I fixed the cereal.  Lisa was still quiet. Finally I asked her if she wanted anything else and she said the oddest thing.  "Mama do you have the crown I wore when I was Valentine Queen?"  I did and I even knew where it was--miracles of miracles. She put the crown on and finished her cereal. We began to laugh and talk once again. Soon she was sleepy.  She put her p.j.'s on and climbed in bed. I gave her a good night kiss and noticed  she was sleeping with her crown on. For the millionth time, in her short life, she stole my heart all over again. 

                                           


   

      

   

Thursday, June 23, 2016

'Pay It Forward' Put Into Action...

  When I walked to the mailbox today I received a surprise package from Trinidad and Tobago. My long time friend, Nalini Mohammed sent me a 'Pay It Forward' present for my new granddaughter.  I was beyond delighted and very thankful.  

   Several months ago Nalini asked ten or fifteen people on Facebook, from around the world, if we wanted to help make someone's day a little brighter. We agreed and were anxious to begin.  Our mission is to send a surprise package to a friend somewhere in the world, or if possible to do something nice for someone in person.  Something to make their day better and make peace for a minute tangible. " Pay It Forward" is a wonderful idea.  We can all use some mental sunshine on any given day. The idea keeps going as each person passes on their offer of friendship.

  My surprise was a perfect selection for me.  It is a book, about the size of a letter. On the front of the book where an address would be says:





    Inside the book are envelope like letters with a theme at the top of the page for the subject to be written about.  At the bottom of the page  is  the date it was written and the date it is to be opened. Here are some of the subjects to be written about. 

 1. It may surprise you to learn that I was young...
2. One positive change in the world have witnessed is...
3. When your parents were young...
4. The best advice anyone ever gave me...
5.  I am curious to see how you...
6.  What I want you to know about me...
 7.  My wishes for you...

    There are other quotes just as thought provoking and ideas I want to share with Rowan. She is three months old and has so much to learn.  I am also ordering two more for Logan and Jacy.  I have so much love and lessons I learned the hard way. I would like to share with all my children and grandchildren.

    Thank you again Nalini for giving me a perfect gift and making my day delightful. I have my friend and a gift in mind to send to her. I hope she will like her, 'Pay it Forward', as much as I did receiving mine.  I am going to do this more often because receiving and giving me make me feel wonderful. I know a lot of people who could use a smile, a laugh or an Ahhhh that is just what I needed today. Much love to all...for starters.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Return Trip Home from Reno...

     Melodi took us to the airport in Reno about 4 a.m. Monday.  Our flight took off at 5:30. Our first stop was Las Vegas. There we would change planes and head for St. Louis. Sounds simple and it should have worked out that way but flying for us is always an adventure at best... so is crossing the street.

    Our flight was on time.  The terminal where we landed seemed to be clear across Nevada. We had one hour to find our terminal, check in and get on board to leave.  We walked it with time to spare.  After we found our destination, we decided to play Poker on the slots machines.  I like to play Poker but I am not all that great on slots. There are too many distractions, bells and whistles for me to concentrate. . .or so I thought.  We only gamble when we are in Vegas or Tunica, Mississippi. It is all in fun. Tommy didn't want to play but he watched me, giving me all sorts of suggestions.  We were having a good time. The guy next to us won $650 on the penny slots.  So guess what we played!!  I would win a little and loose a little.  Time got away from us. We were sitting about sixty feet or so from our gate, except our backs were to the area. It was loud in the gigantic room, and our minds were on the slots.  We didn't hear the first page for us to line up and board.  We also did not hear it the second time.  Finally, Tommy hears something and says we have to go because we are being paged. I never did hear the page.  Well, I had one dollar left so I hit it and lost.  Then I was ready to go...more or less.

   We walked to the gate as fast as we could.  The man who worked the counter was smiling. We apologized and he informed us there were two people later than us who had not checked in yet.  Tommy gave the man his boarding pass and all eyes turned to me as I began to dump my purse searching for my pass. I knew I had it so I wasn't worried until the gentleman told Tommy, "You can go on and board. I am not sure she is going anywhere."  AND then he laughed. I found my pass and we get on the plane.  Only middle seats were empty --- Tommy and I split up.  He sat between two young thin men.  Me ?? I got the first row with the smallest seats in the  world. We had lots of leg room but you would need to be a size 8 to even remotely fit in them. I thought the first row of  seats always looked bigger. They probably are but our steward said these were the original 'trial' seats they put in when they gave more leg room. Then he smiled and said, "I am really sorry." I was sitting between a mother and daughter who were three times my size, and I am a long way from a size 8.  The mother was elderly and sick.  She threw up twice in a bag before we started our flight.  Her daughter offered to trade seats with me. I was very thankful because the coffee in my stomach was beginning to churn every time she threw up.  Her daughter was a nurse and took good care of her mom. The steward never offered to ask her to leave the plane. I was glad because she slept the rest of the way and seemed to feel better once we landed. Sometimes things work out for the best.

    We landed in St. Louis, retrieved our luggage and heard about a bomb threat at Mercy Hospital.  Part of 270 was closed.  We were taking 70 west so that was no problem for us but we were worried about the people at the hospital. All protocol was taken and it turned out to be nothing.  A man came to the hospital for a mental   
evaluation and had packed golf balls wrapped in something--probably tin foil-- and a non hazardous object that resembled a cell phone.  I am glad the man on duty was alert and took proper precautions and called the bomb squad.  No one was hurt. I imagine the man in for the mental health check up, lost his balls and string phone and now has a room with a view somewhere safe.

    Soon we were in our car and headed home. About forty five minutes out of St. Louis heading west, traffic came to a standstill. We crept along like a long, tired earthworm at times. Most of the time we sat, waiting and wondering who was in a horrible situation. Emergency vehicles had to drive on the shoulder and take outer roads to reach the accident. When we finally drove past it,  what we saw was horrible. Little children were involved in the accident and I have no more information.  It looked bad and I will leave it at that.   

   On a brighter note, we had a wonderful stay with Melodi, Lacey and Rowan. Our trip home was eventful and a tad more sane than some trips we have flown.  Considering we were flying at 34,000 feet and flying at 450 miles an hour, it was a good flight.  As far as I am concerned, that is a good thing and beats traveling by covered wagon all to pieces. However, I must admit, I would love to travel once the Oregon Trail with a wagon train.  It is on my Bucket List...it just can not be in summer...someone would shoot me half way through the trip.

                                  

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Visiting Reno...

  Tommy and I visited Melodi, Lacey and Rowan this past weekend in Reno.  It is such a treat to be 67 and a new grandmother.  I thought those days were long gone.  Jacy our oldest granddaughter is 14 and Logan our grandson is 12. We have been with them for most of their lives. Watching them grow up has been one of life's great adventure.  They are amazing, funny, super smart and are blessed from the top of their heads to the bottom of their toes.   All they have to do is say "Hi, Nonnie" and I am grateful all over again for life and for them. 

   It is the same with my daughters.  They were first my babies, then my little girls.  Truthfully, part of me has kept them in my mind and heart as little girls and that is fine with me.   However, I enjoy the women they have become.  Without a doubt they are the funniest, most creative women I know. There are times when I think we could take our show on the road.  At this time in my life,  they are my best friends.  Tommy and I adore them and their spouses.  Laughter is good for the mind, heart and soul. We laugh a lot when we all get together. It is a cleansing time and a renewal from all the crap going on in the world.

   And then came Rowan.  She is a new spark in our lives. There is something magical about babies. And Rowan is about as magical as they come. When I whisper in her ear, I call her 'Bean'. The first time I saw her ultrasound she looked like a little bean. I remember thinking, "There is my little Bean and I love him or her."

   When Lacey or Melodi walk into a room, Rowan lights up.  When Tommy and Rowan interact, she coos and laughs and kicks her little feet. She adores his voice. I do too.  Now Ro  likes me and talks to me but I think my glasses are debatable with her. I take them off and she is happy.  Me, on the other hand, can not see up close so my new love is a bit of a blur.  It is a trade off  in that department. 


                                   

     

   

   

   
      

Life is good...very, very good in my                                               corner of the world.   

To be continued...we had to return home and what a trip it was!!     
                                   

Monday, May 30, 2016

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time...

   I decided last winter, when the thermometer outside read 6 degrees, I wanted to redo my back yard. I thought about it all winter.  I did not want to build a gazebo or anything drastic or expensive. Nor did I want anything that needed Tommy or me to spend hours on a wobbly ladder, hanging on for dear life with one hand while cussing like a sailor at misunderstood directions. We have already done all of this when we built my art room.  I wanted a place to set our  swings, enjoy a fire pit, and cook out.  Most of all I wanted a place to enjoy rain showers, sunsets, family, friends and good music. A place to share beer, coffee and good ole Southern Ice tea.  I wanted a place to read and a place for old stories and new memories; a place filled with night sounds and lightening bugs. 

  Tommy was delighted that I would finally use all the 'pallets' that find their way to our home.  I love those things.  I can create all sorts of ideas from Pintrest; in a worse case scenario they make great kindling for our wood stove.

   The project was about to begin and would only take a minimal amount of time. We purchased a 12 x 12 foot canopy at Westlakes.  It was up in a matter of thirty minutes. Tommy bought me an red umbrella table for my birthday. I loaded up on flowers and gathered all my 'outside' furniture and began to create an outdoor room. I loved it!  We spent some good times out there.  Over the course of a few weeks, we made a wall out of pallets. That was easy but still harder than I thought it would be. Tommy's left arm is not 100% and it caused him pain...a lot of pain. I wanted him to quit but he refused. I love that man! Sometimes he drives me nuts but I can't imagine life without him. After saying all of this and meaning every word; I also have to throw in the fact that he gives the worst directions in the world!! He knows what he wants done and how to do it but I'll be damn if he can make me understand it!! The fence was created with minimal damage to feelings or egos.  AND no one was mentally pushed off a ladder--as far as I know.  Unlike the building of the sunroom when we were exhausted, hotter than hot we mentally threw each other through every window  and sliding door possible. . . well, in my mind, I did. However he threw the hammer first.

   All my hard work and bright ideas looked pretty and were very comfortable.  It lasted about a month.  The Spring rains began, stopped,  returned and finally moved in, refusing to let up. A night of high winds and my outside patio looked like this.



      I knew it was a temporary structure but I sure thought it would last longer than a month.  Once again it is cleaned up and usable without the canopy. I have plenty of shade in the late afternoon.  However I really did like the canopy. Either later this summer or next spring I am having a metal one installed. Tommy and Vicky will only pick out the color, location and add the pretty touches.  This will be a first for us.

     Here are a few shots of the rest of our yard. 

                         

                                                   
                                        
                                                                 front yard


   The wet spot to the left of the boat, which is filled with hostas and daylilies, I would like to place a small koi pond there.  Tommy doesn't want it because of snakes and Sabella would probably eat the fish.  Hmmmm still thinking this one over. He is probably right.

   

                                   Part of the back yard and pond---The pond, now that is another story.