“I’m going out on the lawn and meeting
it with a margarita in my hand.”
I’ll let you create your own context.
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personal
Friday High Five
I thought I’d cheer myself up on a rainy day after a crappy week and try to find 5 high points this week. I thought it was going to be hard. It wasn’t.
1. Chocolate. In an Advent calendar. So many yummies!
2. Too many missed calls at dinner time, and finally connecting with a dear friend.
3. Watched Wreck-It Ralph. ALL the feels.
4. Got a fun package in the mail.
5. Got some fuzzy socks. Everything is better when the toes-ies are toasty.
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A little rain won’t bother me
Still damp and foggy, but it’s going to break. Funny how the weather changes 🙂
A little visit from Jack Frost
two old birds
I took this picture on my phone early in the morning. I’m not a fan of the grainy filter, but there you have it. It’s the two birds that captured my imagination, anyway. They made me laugh, like they were having a conversation.
It’s hard for me not to personify them and imagine lovers sharing a secret. Or two friends confiding in each other.
I thought about these birds long after I took the picture because I couldn’t get out of my mind how human they seemed to me. They’re out in the middle of this lake, standing on a broken tree branch or something, surrounded by water. They have only each other. I imagine how a moment of intimacy like this can transpire between two people who love each other.
I know; they’re only birds. And we’re only human.
It reminded me of the people in my life that I can turn to and whisper a secret, share a confidence, or ask for help.
“What good is confiding one’s pains, miseries and regrets to those to whom one cannot say at the end, ‘pray for me’?”
Elisabeth Leseur
so my pop is sending me stuff again for the blog
I keep telling him he needs to get his own blog, but I guess he figures if he’s persistent in sending me all kinds of shit oops, stuff, that I’ll get around to finding something I like and posting it.
Don’t tell him I like it, cuz then he’ll just send more, and we have him on a strick diet of only three email forwards a day. I don’t want to be the cause for his breaking this discipline. The rest of the family will blame me.
So, here’s a pretty little serenade he sent me. Cielito Lindo is a widely known song, but the term itself is a sweet little endearment. Enjoy it.
But you know, he can’t send me a sweet little serenade like that without my responding with one of my own. So here’s an homage to his love…which includes a few things I learned to love through him…jazz, guitar, percussion, but most importantly, I learned where there is love.
Happy Halloween
25 things I love…
I’m in a listy mood.
- chocolate
- pizza
- cozy sweaters
- loud music
- soft music
- fluffy clouds
- fluffy socks
- the smell of burning leaves in the fall
- snuggling
- moonlight
- thunderstorms
- wild surf
- piña coladas
- getting caught in the rain
- kitschy songs from the 70’s
- laughter
- surprises
I ran out of stuff. I never said I could count.
Why pray today?
I bounce around here with silly pictures of giant bananas, reflections on fruit, adventures with wild chickens on the side of the road. You’d think I don’t want to be serious. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
We are living in perilous times. As in, this is the time in which we live, and it is perilous.
Pope Francis’ call for a day of prayer and fasting seems well-recieved. Let’s hope it’s more than an illusion, though I think it is indeed impactful. I’m hopeful that his personable style has drawn people to him in a manner that makes then receptive to his message — Christ’s message.
I’m out of my league here discussing politics and how this transcends politics…so I’ll point you to one (of so many) articles that can do this topic justice, because God knows, we need Peace, and it’s much more than not dropping bombs on a country.
Check out what Kathryn Lopez writes at Catholic Pulse, “Has Anyone Wept?”: Pope Francis and the Call for Peace.
Labor Day anniversaries!
Thirty-five years ago, on a Labor Day weekend not unlike this one, I met my husband.
He was a handsome young computer programming instructor at the community college,
and I was [gasp!] in high school.
We became good friends. And that friendship, over the years, blossomed into something else. The fall after I graduated from college we got married. In fact, our anniversary is in a few days — we tried to get married as close as we could to the date when we met. His idea. What a sentimental sweetie.
He still is.
another cup of coffee 
