Wednesday, January 18, 2017

out with the old in with the new

My only foray into political anything was tonight,  and I watched a clip of  President Obama's final days...I noticed he seemed relaxed, easy,  comfortable.  As well he should.

And the one statement that resonated with me.  "We're going to be okay."

I think we needed to hear that.  Lord knows, I did.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

the wind, she blows and then (6WS)

it snows.  again.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The sweetest words in the English language (well, almost...)

Your order has been shipped    😏

Saturday, December 31, 2016

2017 2017 2017 2017 2017 2017 (6WS)

practice, practice, practice

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Merry Christmas, Charlie

My husband's cousin gave us a lovely fleecy red and white throw for Christmas, and the first thing I did was add it to the blanket collection on the bed. 


Saturday, December 24, 2016

A Little Something For Your Holiday (6ws)

A Wexford Carol
Allison Krauss  and YoYo Ma

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Shortest day, longest night

I always think of this as the clock rewinding itself...

Farmer's Almanac

Saturday, December 17, 2016

It's Snowing Again It's Snowing Again (6WS)

--but at least it isn't -15  degrees anymore...which is the sort of pre-Christmas  present I can surely do without

Thursday, December 15, 2016

two fers (Thursday13)

They Call the Wind Maria von Trapp

Only Fools Fall in Love Under the Boardwalk  (ty to Ron)

Silent Night of the Iguana

Stand By Me and Bobby McGee

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry Me a River

Swing Low Sweet Chariot(s) of Fire

Mister Roberts Rules of Order

A Thousand Kisses Deep In The Heart Of Texas

Tallahachie Bridge Over Troubled Water

Candle in the Wind Beneath My Wings

Stand By Your Man of La Mancha

Alice in Wonderland By Night

Subterranean Homesick Blues In The Night


Saturday, December 3, 2016

(6WS) The gift that keeps on giving

 The Thanksgiving day cold.  I figger this will clear up just in time for the Christmas cold.
But the fluffy Kleenex tissues are very nice

(deep shuddery sigh)

However.  Boredom sets in rapidly, and since I had all these cool bits of windchime material lolling about, I figgered, hey, why not put them to good use.  The trick will be transporting it from here to the front hall without turning it into last week's spaghetti fiasco. 

Friday, November 11, 2016

Leonard Cohen

His recordings traveled with me everytime I left home, until the CD in the car broke down for good.
The older he got, the darker and richer he got, with a voice like melting chocolate.

Waiting for the Miracle

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Thirteen advantages of aging T 13

1. You don't HAVE to remember stuff, no one expects you to, and you get points for what you do remember, even if it's only who sang "Stayin' Alive" or  your best friend's married name.

2. Personal dress code. There is none, unless you want there to be.

3.  Your choices on foods are only limited by what your innards can tolerate, not what your hostess thinks you should be eating.

4. Your diet, your way.

5.  You can get away with almost any snarky outrageous comment as long as you twinkle and laugh a bit, or as a parting line as  you head out the door

6.  One of my favorite lines when expressing an opinion, "in twenty years Im not going to be around anyway, and even if I am, I won't much care..."

7. You are not expected to run anywhere, for any reason.  If it's that important, someone will carry/drag you.

8.  Your hair is not as important to the world as it once was.  Wear it the way--and color--you like

9.  You can, if you are the right age and temperament,  remember every word to almost every song from the 50s, and  60s and probably 70s.  And "name that tune" within three notes.

10. Your makeup, your way.  Or none at all.

11. Socks are the new slippers

12. Senior discounts. Oh, yeah.

13. Shoes don't have to match anything any longer, except maybe each other.

Thursday 13

Monday, November 7, 2016

Oh, now Im really scared

Tomorrow we vote.

It has crept up on us like that impending operation, you can't avoid any of it, even if you don't vote or hide in the closet,  it will happen anyway.

At least they anesthetize you for most operations,  and when you wake up it's over.  This sort of thing, this voting thing, has to be done cold turkey, and when you wake up it's just beginning.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

I Finally Found the Diningroom Table (6WS)

it's been my go-to worktable all spring and summer, and piled high with everything.  Yesterday, praise the saints, I found the top of it.  Now I can begin making curtains--it's also my cutting table  (well-padded, of course. Mother would die if she knew (it was her table)  ).

Monday, October 31, 2016

Shampoo--it's not just for breakfast anymore

Shampoo. Plain old ordinary shampoo.  Turns out it's one of the best cleaners of almost anything I've found. Put a bit (about dime sized) on a squeezed-out wet facecloth and wipe down your refrigerator.  Not hard, just go over the surface the way you normally would.  take another  damp cloth and wipe off the shampoo, which, by the way, goes on like melted butter. No foam, just cleaning stuff.
Then take a fair sized paper towel hunk and wipe it dry.  when it finally dries completely it will be shineeeeyyyy

Soap scum in the shower stall, the high tide line on the bathtub.  porcelain or fiberglass sinks.  It does an elegant job on silver and brass, not so good on pewter. Windows, possibly but only if you can hose 'em down after, like patio glass doors.

Only takes a very little, and  you can use up all the junk shampoo in the house--you know, the kind someone gave you but you cant stand it, or the apple-banana stuff your daughter left behind...stainless steel, aluminum, pots, pans, countertops. however it will remove latex paint, so don't get carried away with the woodwork, lol.
Does a fair job on painted wood floors, and kitchen chair rungs...

And the best part is that your house does not smell like a Louisiana Pine Forest. The shampoo smell is a definite improvement, and you dont need to wear gloves or a face mask.

  it also is a whiz for getting burnt on food off the stove. I would love to know if it works on ovens. if so, thats a step forward, right there.

And now I'm thinking, we  use this stuff on our scalp??

Saturday, October 29, 2016

It's been raining for four days (6WS)

Not that I'm complaining, mind  you;  the wood is under cover,  the windows are all cleaned, puttied  and painted and sealed against winter, and it's supposed to rain later today. Again.  

I think this qualifies as the fall rains,  and while it won't alleviate the drought overnight, it goes a long way  to helping.  

Thursday, October 27, 2016

This is a trick question, right

Legitimate Survey Question:

Would the next computer or tablet you purchase be the first
computer or tablet your household will own?

I'm still working this out:  it reminds me of  "is this the first time
you beat your wife?"

Hello Goodbye in 13 lines

we are always waving goodbye
with one hand, and waving hello
with the other
tarnished by memory
assailed by the brass ring of hope
for the future,
imprisoned between
fogbanks and the blurred forest
already a memory
before we even
make the turn
at the top of the hill--yet
somewhere we linger, we linger

Thursday 13

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Even in fog, the trees glow (6WS)

rained all day yesterday, we had thunder storms all night long, and it poured--I'm in hopes that 1) we still have a driveway left, and 2) the small rivers will start to run again.    With luck, not down the middle of the driveway.  It has been known to happen. 

Friday, October 21, 2016

Charlie and the Rainy Day

He hates snow, mistrusts grass most of the time, refuses to walk in the fields because it hurts his feet and gravel is what you leap over to get to the nice soft dirt...and forget woods walks. Pine needles?  You joke, surely. 

And yet every morning before dawn he insists that now he has to go out. (house rule #1: if I can't see the trees as trees, it's too dark...)  Right now it's pouring out and every time I let him out he sits here on the porch and stares.  

After about fifteen minutes he's paws up and peering in the window,  little mouth open-and-close, open-and-close, 'oh my god it's WET out here. let me IN..." Understand, there is no sound there. He rarely makes noise any louder than a muted squeak, but the soundless cry is just as effective.

Sometimes I see him sitting like this, at the edge of the porch, soundlessly berating the sky, the grass, something, because it isn't performing properly. He has a cat door, but to get to it requires a walk through grass that may have been rained on. The entire three foot walk from the porch to the covered culvert pipe that leads to the cat door tunnel...

How he made it up our driveway in late November without a hat or boots or even good gloves, is beyond me. 

forgive the sinner not the sin

One cannot help the way one is,
especially if you don't know any other way.
If  you manage to commit great distress
on someone else, the fault is in the sin
if the sinner hasn't a clue. You are the way you are.
An explanation, but not an excuse.
Nor does it excuse the willful desire
to maintain that calm pool at all costs,
never learning that 'at all costs"
really negates the idea of the calm pool.
What's left is rubble and broken wire
and you staring at it, wondering,
even before you put down the hammer,
how it came undone in your hands.