Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
* Finally bought a copy of David Sanborn's Here & Gone. Love it. If I ever have the opportunity to seduce a man again, I will put this CD on. Men of the world, consider yourselves forewarned!
* I have just finished mowing the lawn for the first time in weeks. The recent rains have brought it back to life and green-ness. It's 80-ish out there and as lovely a summer day one could wish for.
* I ran across the new tent out in the garage. The very cool tent I bought on clearance last winter with hopes of camping adventures this summer. Haven't gotten it out of the box yet. Sigh.
* What sort of guy gets your phone #, chivalrously walks you to your car because it's late and dark, kisses your hand goodnight, and NEVER CALLS?!?!?
* While I'm griping, the absolute worst kind of guy is one who professes interest in being friends. When he has no interest in friendship! What he was really saying was "I'm not interested in fucking you but I don't want you to think I'm the self-absorbed jerk that I truly am so I'm making this perfunctory offer of friendship."
* As a footnote to the previous item, I am not a man hating femiNatzi. I love men, some of my longest standing friendships happen to be with men. Some of them I was romantically involved with, most of them not. In fact, I have been screwed over and stabbed in the back by women many more times than by men. And yet I remain an open and trusting soul. Pardon me while I pat myself on the back.
* I have completed about half of my summer home projects. The 16yo's room is clean, the porch closet has been cleaned out and remodeled, the guest bedroom has been cleaned and rearranged and has new light fixtures, the living room redecorating is complete with the exception of hemming the new drapes. You have to let them hang awhile before hemming so they turn out nice and straight. Any bets on how long it will take me to get to it? Sadly, the laundry room and office are still a little frightening, but some headway has been made.
* I recently reconnected with a friend I had fallen out of regular contact with. We had a pleasant evening with dinner out and some live music. But I have a feeling there is something below the surface, something not discussed, a five month silence not explained. If I have learned anything, it is that patience and time answer many questions. Often indirectly.
* CBS has a new show this fall called The Mentalist. I haven't a clue if it will be any good or not, but consider this. In one of the ads there is a phrase that pops on the screen, it says, there is nothing sexier than a man who is paying attention. I couldn't agree more.
* My other summer goals were to read three books. I have read Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and am close to halfway through MZB's The Mists of Avalon. At over eight hundred pages, Mists should count as two, shouldn't it? I also vowed to walk through McCrory Gardens with my camera and take lots of pictures, which I did a week ago.
* I've been feeling the itch to take a road trip! I've stuck around pretty close to home since my vacation in April. Any suggestions?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Congratulations, Megan and Derrick!!!
My best wishes to my dear niece Megan and her husband Derrick. They were married earlier today at her parents' home in Wisconsin. May peace and light and love be ever present between you. Love you, Megs, and hope to see you soon.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
This is my newest flamingo, he has begonias sprouting up from his back. He sits on the little deck in front of the garden shed.
I think these are a mom, dad, and child flamingo family. The tags just said small, medium and large.
I expect this grouping shall expand over the years as I find interesting ones just slightly different from these. They are in the front yard year round. It was fun last winter to see them peeking over the snow drifted up in front of them. I suppose I could have had my son snap a photo of me wearing my pink flamingo earrings. But I didn't think they qualified as yard decorations. Maybe I need to create a pink flamingo costume!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
one more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied,
but then again I know what it would do,
leave me wishing still for one more day with you
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I was preoccupied with two things as I entered the house. First, out of courtesy, I thought I should be quiet. Second, I violated my first intention with a resounding exsufflate of disgust at the wall of stink that I encountered once inside. What I had cleaned out of the refrigerator a few hours earlier had ripened into an unmatched nasty aroma of true epic proportions. Treading with trepidation toward the kitchen trash receptacle, I removed the offending bag of filth and stench, tied it off, and was out the door to deposit the vile thing into the trash. As I approached the back door for the second time in as many minutes, I once again considered the lateness of the hour and that I should make a greater effort this time to be quiet. Although, if I had not awakened the 16yo with my earlier garbage bag scuffling, I really didn't have to worry. Somewhere between passing the corner of the dining room table and gaining entry to my boudoir, I was easing the bracelet off of my left wrist. To my surprise, the stretchy suddenly gave way to the racket of beads and charms skittering across the laminate floor. Which caught the attention of Newton and Einstein. Who proceeded to chase the beads around the floor with an apparent degree of interest and delight. Much later that day while I was drifting east, I tracked down as many beads as I could find and considered reconstructing the bracelet. At the same time, I was quite amazed that it had held together for the duration of the street dance. Had the bracelet broken there, I certainly would never have been able to track down all of the parts. I didn't have much better luck in the house, I found all of the charms but was missing several of the jet black faceted beads. Hmm. I really like this bracelet! Then I remembered that I had a plain black beaded bracelet. And what I really liked about the broken one was the cute dangly charms. Armed with jewelry pliers, I attached the charms to the other bracelet. From this little life episode I have learned two things. That the 16yo could sleep through robbers stealing the entire main floor of the house. And that often what you need is close at hand, you just have to pay attention. Oh, and three, when you clean nasty things out of the fridge, they quickly accelerate in a downward spiral into nastier things, and so should be immediately, if not sooner, removed from the house.