This lover sincerely thanks all the mad men, wise men and lucid poets of the world for their various talents and areas of expertise.
From a procrastination point of view, these last couple of days have been wildly successful. I can’t think of one thing I’ve accomplished that’s worth talking about. My house has been cleaned, but I didn’t contribute to that except for writing a cheque. W has arrived back home after closing up and winterizing everything on the island. Notice how I left well before any of that had to be done.
Although it’s been only a couple of days, I am sadly missing a former co-worker who was a ray of sunshine in an otherwise often dull and cloudy workplace. Maybe I’ll start marking big X’s on my calendar to count off the days I have left. You know how prisoners keep track of their confinement time.
Or I could snap out of this lethargic state. There’s an idea. Already W is wanting his grocery and to-do lists and I had forgotten how nice it is to have someone else around to do all that tedious stuff. It’s crisp and cold outside and therefore time to start burning some candles inside and basking in their warm glow. The flames make a nice sparkly reflection on a wine glass. I’m going to add “case of red wine” to the grocery list and see what happens.
And one day soon all these bazillions of books I’ve been reading could stand some one-sentence reviews. Man my life is hard. I don’t know how I keep up.
Anyway, Cheers everybody! Let’s all be lovers, and have a fantastic weekend.
Supper Sunset Series 03 (Photo credit: smilla4)
It’s another day in paradise. Going out for dinner again today. Spent all day yesterday reading a book. Lived through a crazy thunder-storm last night. And now the sun is shining like it has no idea it’s fall. Just another page in this amazing life. Hope your day has been fantastic too.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia
Is it possible to be nostalgic for a time you barely even remember? Warm sand between my toes, the cry of the gulls, the sound of the waves, digging a water filled hole to China. There are some things that stay with you forever.
Thanks to my daughter for this great photo idea. There’s no baby faces here any more, that’s for sure.
From a not so long ago early November, to a recent sunny day in late June. Funny how time slips away.
under sunshine hats
giggles and shrieks
scooping up crayfish in a minnow net
plastic shovels in bright yellow pails
tiny bare feet making sweet love letters
pressed in the summer sand
Trifecta Challenge: Describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course.
Thanks to realityinprogress for inspiring Jazzy to wander outside today and try something new.
Beer in the sunshine! Let’s drink to that.
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun
To have lived light in the spring
To have loved, to have thought, to have done.
( Matthew Arnold)
Why let today be just another ordinary run around the block? Slow down, enjoy the sunshine. Breathe the air.
Yesterday was a bright sunshiny day. It was also day 5 of a 6 day work week for me, and about -17 Celsius with a brisk wind. I looked outside in the morning and said EFF THIS, or words to that effect. This is March for the love of all that’s holy, not January. It wouldn’t have been so disappointing to get all this snow if we hadn’t been seeing bare roads and snowless walkways and little tiny hints of spring. Now they’ve disappeared again.
Looking down our driveway. Wanting to run back inside and sleep for about six weeks.
The front of my house.
My neighbors front lawn.
I know I should not be saying bad words, not only because they don’t sound very nice, but also because they have no power to change the weather.
I will blame being tired of working, and maybe also the fact that muttering ‘oh dearie me’ like a proper grandmother just doesn’t cut it sometimes.
So for future reference, I have strung a few Eff words together and tried them out for effect:
Efface yourself you effete efficacious effigy of effusive effluvium!
Nope, it doesn’t make any sense, but neither does the real F word in about 99% of the ways in which it gets used.
So if I can just remember to repeat that little sentence with a lot of feeling, maybe kicking something at the same time, and without having my top front teeth go through my bottom lip, somehow I think the situation will seem ever so much better. And as an extra bonus, I won’t have to be so careful about what comes out of my mouth when there are small children about.
I want to wear my effing effusively fun spring coat. Really, is that too much to ask for the middle of March for crying out loud? I promise I will be in a better mood once I’ve had a couple of effectual days off. But right now, if it’s spring where you are, I effortlessly don’t like you very much.
Our backyard mountain of snow is melting. Sort of how a glacier melts or recedes, taking about 40 years. Or so it seems. But look at that lovely sunshine at the top of the mountain! And those patches of blue sky! And, ummm…. that’s maybe all the positive things I can think of to say about our February backyard. Except that it’s no longer a January backyard.
The real purpose of these pictures is to prove that I actually left my house and ventured outside for five minutes longer than normal on my way to the car and work. I didn’t want to tempt fate by breathing in that winter air any longer than that, just in case it’s toxic, like everything else about winter seems to be for me. I like it just fine from the inside looking out where I’m much less likely to slip on the ice and break important bones.
The green grass of spring is coming – I can feel it in all my important unbroken bones.
sunshine (Photo credit: huntz)
Today I’ve been inspired by Far Away in the Sunshine to fill in some blanks in a soul-searching exercise. I did something like this before in Complete This Thought about six months ago, but the prompts for this one are a little different, so I’ll see if I am different now as well, or if I’m simply remaining stubbornly the same.
Here is what you can copy and paste to do your own soul-searching. I hope you will take this little challenge and reveal yourself to the world. The more we know about each other the more there is to love, right? Well, I hope that’s how it works.
Far Away (Photo credit: hippydream [is busy])
I am always
I can usually be found
I am scared
I am happy
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a grandma and a child of the universe.
I know a little bit about love.
I want the people around me to be happy and unafraid.
I think entirely too much about inconsequential things and not enough about what’s really important, and there are days when I really can’t figure out which is which.
I have everything I need. And then some.
I dislike all this clutter, but I don’t know where to start to make it disappear. Come on over and help me out with that.
I miss my mom.
I fear poor health and pain and tragic accidents.
I feel blessed.
I hear voices in my head. No, I don’t. It’s just me pretending to be voices in my head.
I smell a little off. No shower yet today. I’ll get around to that shortly.
I crave inner peace. Perhaps a shower would help.
I search for more and more things that I’ve misplaced as the years progress.
I wonder why I thought a cupboard shelf was a good place to set down my phone.
I regret nothing major in this charmed life because look where it has taken me.
I love my family.
I care what happens to them.
I am always reading.
I worry that my eyesight will fail before I’ve read everything there is to read.
I remember when that happened to my mom and how audio books saved her.
I sing in a grandmas weakened voice, off-key and scratchy, but with joy in my heart.
I argue about the dumbest things.
I write because writing is as vital to me as breathing. I write on everything, everywhere. I write in my head.
I lose track of time.
I wish there could be an end to all the fighting.
I listen with my ears but I try to hear with my heart.
I can usually be found reading, writing, and never even remotely involved in anything to do with arithmetic.
I am scared of losing the people I love.
I need peace and quiet and a good book. And the occasional glass of red wine.
I forget the bad things as fast as I can. That way there’s more room for remembering all the good stuff.
I am happy to be alive.