Friday, April 24, 2015

Well, Where have I Been?

Been to Funky Town... Haha!

So... Had on both the heater AND the air conditioner on the same day here. Chilly.hot.rainy.windy... I have a seat on the mezzanine level with a big window to the world.

I confess a few days of the grumpyitis has descended. I can only tell you I'm glad I don't have to live with me. I've taken to saying just the exact opposite of what I really think so Mom will say the opposite and then we will actually agree. .??

My only goal right now is... Oh, shoot! I don't have any goals, actually. That requires soooo much effort. Way too much, in fact.

Have a lovely last weekend in April! You know you are in trouble when you waste a wish on an unconfronted nap....

It's currently chilly, grey... Signs of the Grumpasaurus Maximus and the genus of that species are lurking. Time to fish or cut bait. What does that mean?

Do you guys think Johhny Depp is deep? Ha ha... Not that it matters. I just wanted to say that...

 

 

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Thirsty

I lie here dying for ice water. If Mom called me for ice water, I'd spring up in a flash and voila! Tinkling sparkly agua. If my son called me for ice water, I'd pack up a thermos, emptying all my trays and drive up to his home here at three fifteen a.m. I thirst, and I blog about it, rather than walking (or rolling) into the kitchen. What is up with that? Indeed something to ponder.... Over of course, a magnificent goblet of ice water... With a juicy wedge of lemon..... Self care. Coming to my senses... Wait for it...

(Ugh... This table. That's probably why I avoided the kitchen.)

Now... A little visual magic... Time for sleep... With my "now 'n later" glasses of water.

 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Absolution

So. .ummm..I've been bad. . Truly. . I was browsing through Facebook and there was a picture of this woman's table.  Her dishes starting screaming at me. Literally they ignored the fact that I'm currently in dire need of down sizing. ..in spite of the fact my mother has threatened, begged, cajoled, and menaced me to never ever buy another Set of dishes... some people....  lol

I read they are called Scarlet Posie by Pfaltzgraff. What would it hurt to just look them up on the Web site?  Oh. They are inspired by a snippet of fabric?  In love with snippets myself, I thought.  Oh  free shipping, it said.  These are on sale Plus... an extra 20% of for Tax Day...TAX DAY!!!! $! $! $ I got a little refund, sez I..  of course you did, did you? Sez Mr. Pfaltzgraff..what are your intentions with my little posie? ??  Honorable, sir, sez I.

So. .. I fell in love.  I asked Scarlet Posie to marry me.  SHE SAID YES. . She's moving in. ..in 3 to 7 days. .coming by UPS...  My grandmothers would both approve..  Goodbye, Tax refund. Mom will understand... or love me any way.   

Monday, April 13, 2015

Surprise

Looked outside today and saw the Redbud in bloom,  the crocus, even the bleeding heart.. we've had some strong storms and colder.nights, but spring has finally arrived.

Primavera has arrived on the land, but some years it takes a bit longer to make it to the heart. I am still in Wintry-mix mode, to be accurate. I stuffed away the Easter decorations today... I'm good until the pumpkins come out in late August.... but we'll see about some Patriotism in July ...

I watched a storm hit my window by my day bed until 4 a.m.  Groggy day.  Something was off... I'm thinking  me...

You know that old saying that today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday ??? Well, today is also supposed to be the yesterday you will treasure tomorrow.  So what, you are thinking.  I dunno... seemed purifying and profound earlier but. ... maybe it's the groggy talking.  

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Basic Whimsy 101

What does a person require in this world but something to do, somewhere to live, and someone to love? In that department, then... I'm rich beyond measure. Everywhere I look lie tasks, projects, chores, work..work...work... Not really my work, but something to do, nonetheless.

I have a place to live. My day bed in the dining room window gives me full access to my moon in the mornings. I can watch swift rains swoop over the prairie, ropy waves of spring storms, flickering lightning. It's fine.
And oh, how I love the family, friends, blog sisters, and dear ones in my life. I guess I'm set!
And yet...
 
Old restless gypsy spring invades my spirit. I see myself riding in a painted wagon, bracelets chiming, wind in my hair, ponies with ribbons streaming from their manes. I think I'd want spices and luscious oils in my cart. Can you imagine the air in spring combined with secret essences mined from nature's treasures? I'd want a cat, but a dog might like the journey better and be more content... Ahhhhhhh...... Pooh... I'll just brew a hot cuppa and settle in for my favorite hour on TV... Hallmark's a Good Witch is only 76 minutes away...

 

 

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Lavendar And Lightning

The old bunny has hopped in, celebrated, and now skipped away. Now what to use as my muse for decorating...  ? Actually just a good spring cleaning is in order.

Had a lovely visit with a dear friend today. Don't you love the kind of friendships that happen  when you don't see each other for a while, yet you start right up as if you'd never  been apart?

Huge storms in the area.  The barometer and I had a falling out this weekend, and I felt the weather approaching in my bones, my head, my whole body.  

I diffused some wonderful Young Living lavendar last night while the storms broke. Today I'm a new woman.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Easter Through the Years


There are certain holidays that have such an aura surrounding them, and for me, one of those for sure is Easter. Not just Sunday, but the whole week, Holy week... Easter weekend. Good Friday. I have always had some kind of awe about that particular time of year, and it can't really be associated with the temperature or the weather because we have all kinds of weather for this holiday. As you know, Easter actually moves from week to week according to the full moon and the way the Vernal Equinox arrives. I hear people say Easter is a favorite holiday, and I can never really grasp that affirmation. Honestly, I love the family times, the holy significance, the advent of spring... but it isn't a favorite holiday. Too much confusion of memory, I guess. I'm just plain restless in the spring. I anticipate it along with the rest of you, but I don't ache for it like I do beautiful, celebratory Autumn. I don't smile inside for spring or summer like I do beautiful, graceful Winter. I love all seasons, but I have a pure soft heart for Fall and Winter. Spring is the farthest from those dear times.


I love Easter for children. Some of my happiest moments were celebrating Easter Sunday as a child in my great aunt's home in Quincy, Illinois. She made such a delicious lunch, and we sat at her beautiful dining table set with such loving care--- always pink Desert Rose Franciscan china. I usually use that china, as well. My grandmother also had that china, and I inherited it. I loved Aunt Thelma, my Uncle Mac, and my family time there. She had a wonderful staircase with carpet. I loved sliding down that staircase... and I soundly recall rubbing the lace right off my pretty little Easter panties one year. My mom wasn't as happy as she could have been... haha.. I was probably about four.

My dad loved Easter. He elaborately decorated the house, often adorned the lawn, and always created a masterful egg hunt for everyone as long as he lived. All over the house, little eggs peeked from behind pictures, woven in the fireplace mantel, tucked in a lampshade. By the time I was fifty years old, I had an advantage (which I used, thank you very much). My son was 23. We raced about the house hunting those eggs even that last year Daddy was with us. Then my dad proudly produced a paper stating what each egg was worth in money. Mom had a quarter jar, an old Alka-Seltzer glass tube, and we always got paid for the eggs by color. Magnificent. 


Watching my little boy find his Easter basket, always set right inside the kitchen door... magical. Mom tells us her Easter basket had only one candy egg in it and REAL grass.  Not ours.  Fancy, full of gifts and fun. I have baskets for Mom and my son this year. We are having one or two guests, as well, and I have gifts for them, too. I remember the year the Easter Bunny played my toy piano, and the next morning I found pink paw prints on the music. They later disappeared, and to this day, my mom says she had nothing to do with any of it. Do you suppose?


I have spent many Easter Sundays in church, at Sunrise Services, at Easter Sunday School breakfasts, both as a member of the congregation and as various jobs within the church, including Sunday School teacher, pastor's wife, cooker of the breakfast, choir, pianist...  Because of the trip to Quincy, I often missed church as a child, and I do not attend now and haven't for many years. I often thought the term Good Friday was filled with irony. It's a desolate, misunderstood, cruel part of Christian history, yet the outcome was one ordained and celebrated as our Salvation. This hasn't ever been a religious blog, and I don't intend for it to become one. I'm aware of the rationale behind the name. I'm just rambling with a few stray thoughts about Easter.


As you and yours enjoy the weekend in whatever way you deem appropriate and necessary, I truly hope you feel an outpouring of peace and love. This world isn't very conducive to that any more. Was it more so when I was young, or was I simply oblivious to the pain and harsh nonsense and cruel actions going on today? I try to put my face toward the light, whether it be the moon, the sunshine, or the love of my dear family, friends, and dear ones@. I guess I try to ignore the worst the world has to offer and focus on the good, the true, the beautiful. Wisdom to know what I can help and what I cannot. That would be good to have. 

I have rumbled down the Bunny Path quite a bit. I'm excited to have family to cook for, a home to enjoy, rain on our metal roof tonight, and God's grace to not give up on me. What a patient God!

I'll probably pop back in before Sunday, but in case I don't, HAPPY EASTER!! Don't drink hot cocoa from a hollow chocolate egg. It doesn't work. Yep, tried it a long time ago.

Whimsy and Hugs!

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Morning rain. . .

Images from Google and Amazon.

Well, sitting here with my cuppa... Cinnamon coffee and a slice of apple.
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Made Mom two mini doughnuts from Schwan. For heavens sake, if you like doughnuts, get those. I'm not a fan of doughnuts, but these are good.


It's raining... Beautiful, comforting gray mornings make me happy. Go figure!
I'm still reading the two sequels to Chocolat. Recently finished three great organizing books. I noticed Amazon has books that review books! Think I'll read in the rain... And maybe snooze a few.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Cozying in...

Long weekend already, and it hasn't really started. Mom's "sweet as sugar" hair stylist makes house calls. She came and gave Mama a perm. Her hairdo went from Al Sharpton ... Yikes! to a much cuter, short short curly do. I know that makes her feel better because she was much happier today.


I'm sitting up with the moon right now, the little half moon shining in the purple night haze. Don't know what's up with the weather around here with predictions of both snow and 65 degrees during the weekend. That can't be quite good on the old earth? It sure makes us glad to be inside with the furnace humming and the quilts fluffed up on the bed. I would have to say it is downright cozy in here. My candles are flickering, and I don't even see any cars right now on the highway. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.


I just made a nice pot of cheesy potato soup for tomorrow's lunch. Yes, I did. Here after midnight, the onions, potatoes, celery, and stock just bubbling away, cheese melting and ...  I could go for a bowl right now! But I'll wait. Drinking a little Diet Coke instead. I know. Caffeine at one a.m. is not a good idea. Yet, it works for me.


Well, I have a little movie on my iPad that's calling to me...  I just love snuggling down under the covers with the house quiet and watching movies on the iPad. So crystal clear, so in my face I feel as if I'm right there in Middleton...  Yep. I found 'em on iTunes. "Keeping a good thought for ya!" You know who you are.


Whimsy and Hugs!

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Popping in...

Hey there.. no news is good news they say.  Laundry, cooking, and regular  things going on. Have a nice Thursday.

P.S. no, That is not Even remotely my Laundry Room. ...isn't it sublime?