02/29/2020 – Leap Day

Love me this strong like-dislike affair
with being 70. As I was not expected
to live this long, I rather love being 70.
On the other hand, I am finding the
previously forecasted disappearance
of self somewhat hard to deal with.

Perhaps this has something to do with
having lived in Mexico for 20 years, or
teaching for 41, or being the mother
of the most fab kids in the universe.
One way or another, nothing prepped
me for the disappearing act.

It truly is a new learning experience to
deal with retirement, exist on half salary,
live quietly, accept one's age-related
limitations, watch the weight and for
the love of god, don't drink too much . . .
not complaining, just stating the facts.

So, this leap year, which only occurs
every four years, I've decided to embark
on a self-reclaiming mission. 'Tis a leap
of faith, after all. Thanks to CW, I'm back
into my music. Grateful I am to Tattoo
Master, Gentleman Ink, I'm now nigh
onto 13 tats down!!! I'm making an
effort . . . I want to go down fighting!

My peeps shouldn't have to remember
me only as I was . . . I want the 'I am'
to count as well. Let's see what I can
come up with next!

dont die before death
to live rather than exist
dancing the jingle

02/28/2020

I find myself in awe of children! Have
you noticed what they are up to these
days? I just watched a child of about
five play a grand piano with orchestra
in tow . . . wow! Violin is yet another
instrument being rocked by kids. There
are inventions, awards, colleges all
sporting these little geniuses.

As amazing as all this is, children are
glorious no matter their skill set. I love
their sense of innocence. They rock
through life with the energy of about
a dozen adults. Sooooo wish I'd been
able to house some of that energy!

Kids question, insist on answers, want
to know about everything! They can
wreck an 8-hour house clean in 15
minutes. When you've misplaced
something, all you have to do is ask.
They usually know right where it is.
And of course, they wear us out!   

When they are asleep, we see the
angel within and are often moved to
tears. We have to be patient. They
are the movers and shakers, not to
mention bosses, of tomorrow. Love
them ever so much . . . and yes,     
I'm glad mine are all grown up!  

so love our youngsters
little angels everywhere
pray sleep a tad more

02/27/2020

You must assume from all the Gypsy
wagon posts that I'm yearning for
Spring to come so I can get into my
own. How I love my Gypsy vardo and
adore my guy for making it for me. It
is ever so delightful . . . and beautiful
as well.

Passersby must have a chuckle to see
just how much I've decorated it on the
outside. But, where else would I be
hanging these sweet little birdhouses
along with stunning kerosene lamps?!
Not that I'm willfully forgetting those
deep blue pots that I'd put geraniums
in if the deer didn't like to eat them so
much!

When you step inside, you are literally
assaulted with magick! It happily resides
on every orifice, in every corner, and in
those glorious hidden spaces that only
I know about. So fun to enjoy a bottle
of red out there. Like I said, MAGICK!!!

missing my vardo
appease the gypsy in me
pray summer come soon

02/26/2020

So love, adore, admire, respect my shero!

Having known her and loved her for many
years, I watched her care for a friend months
on end, who had been full-body injured in a
car accident and not expected to live.

She live through the treachery of infidelity,
yet continued to rear her son and daughter
with a brave face and incredible courage.

Today, she walks the path of death with her
dearest friend, encouraging her to fight for
and enjoy whatever time she has left.

Her knowledge, gardens, lotions 'n potions,
lovingly shared, continually serve her friends
and neighbors. Frankly, I find her beyond
amazing!

She is truly the bravest, kindest and most
incredible woman I have ever known. She
is exactly who I wish to become when I
grow up!

who i wish to be
oh to become a shero
may the gods lead me

02/25/2020

Love me the whole concept of ideas!

Sometimes, it just hits me . . . how
fortunate we are to have minds, to
be able to think for ourselves, make
our own decisions and have a slew
of ideas raining down on what would
be an otherwise dreary world.

I laugh . . . there are days when I
have so many ideas, I'm exhausted
just thinking of them. I have ideas
for teaching, for living out in the
boonies, for the penal system, and
how to make this a better world.

I never said the ideas would work . . .
but, wouldn't it be phenomenal to
be part of a think tank where ideas
could be presented, thought over,
improved and made to work?!

Remembering I'm retired, think I'll
have some left-over pizza and mull
over some of my crazier ideas . . .

do sing me a song
music ever inspires
head bursting with thoughts

02/24/2020

"Love your neighbor as yourself."
Mark 12:31

One of the things I loved about the
old hood were the neighbors. The
local gals would take turns hosting
an FAC once a month. We'd get
together, eat, drink and be merry,
and generally take care of business.
'Twas one fab community.

As we no longer live in a community
type situation, I find myself missing
that which I had. Thankfully, there
is a couple near us that have sought
us out and we enjoy their company
tremendously! I confess, they're as
much fun as three or four neighbors!

Still, this makes me think . . . you
really don't have to live next door in
order to be neighbors. We tend to
forget that those who extend a hand,
thus inspiring us to do the same, are
essentially our neighbors. I have been
reminded that one gives and that soul
does the same and that glorious gift
keeps the world spinning. I long to be
one who learns to give . . . 'tis perhaps
the greatest gift of all!

open your presents
kindness happiness sweet love
the worlds greatest gifts

02/23/2020

So love my students . . .

They provide me with sweet memories,
a successful sense of self, the recognition
of a purpose. It's rather like winning the
lotto when you're given the opportunity
to do that which you love best.

Students are a bit like a very sophisticated
dinner salad. Each is a different ingredient,
enriching the flavor, texture, color and
appeal that make the salad phenomenal.
I have found that my students kept me on
my toes made life interesting and enhanced
the joy of living!

Now retired, I am much enjoying working
with adults. A different type of student,
distinct motivations, a drive to rival all
else . . . a real pleasure, although of a
different nature. Yay students! Sooooo
adore the hell out of them!

a yen to love them
my very own gals and guys
they belong to me

02/22/2020

Fair warning: Rant ahoy . . .

Sooooo love language, especially
English and Spanish, as well as all
the romance languages. I simply
adore words . . . the meatier, the
better. How would you imagine
then, how I feel about acronyms?

Grrrrrrrrr!!! Sorry . . . I know they
have their place in our modern lingo,
but I simply can NOT wrap my head
around them. Language is one of the
most amazing gifts man has ever
been given. They, why oh why, would
we start speaking in SHORT HAND?
Me thinks we'll break out in Morse
Code any day now!

BYW, AFK, BRB. IMO, IRL, A'S R
PANS. TTYL. XO, ld

a new kind of writ
communication impaired
bring on translators

Translation for us oldsters:
By the way, away from keyboard,
be right back. In my opinion, in
real life, acronyms are pretty
awesome new stuff. Talk to you
later, hug kiss, Linda-Dale

02/21/2020

Not sure if I love, like, or am simply
enamored with the gadgetry I've found
here in the US.

I grew up with the rudimentary potato
peeler, cheese grater and can opener.
Credit goes to both tin and stainless.
I can remember how thrilled I was when
I got my first hard boiled egg slicer. So
modern!

Now, when you're looking through the
gadget section at the local grocery stores
or the likes of Walmart, there are entire
aisles dedicated to the subject. For hand
comfort, they now have plastic handles
in a variety of colors. If you had one of
each, they wouldn't fit in your kitchen
drawers!

And, forget the hand held . . . now almost
every one of those is found in electric as
well. That changes the class from gadget
to small appliance.

For me, in my 130 year old cabin, I'll stick
with my first loves. Anything more modern
would look ridiculous and the old fashioned
serves me well. Plus, since I love my old
gadgets, I have to be loyal, don't I?!

the battle of age
valuable archaic
sticking with older

02/20/2020/-2 degrees

I get a kick out of numbers,
so of course, I love today's date,
not so much today's weather!

It all started when I turned three.
My father informed me that from
there on out, my magical number
would be 3 and it would belong
to me. Every time I was sad,
he'd squeeze my hand three times
meaning, I love you. To this day,
I do things by threes; brings an
instant memory of him, a picture
in my heart.

I like number 11 . . . alas, I can't
recall why, but I love the number
13. Talk about magic, 13 does it
for me. Again, I think 13 harks
back to three as it contains a 3.
I use multiples of three in cooking.
For example, 3 garlics, 6 or 9.
I like planning my engagements
around odd numbers . . . 11:00
a.m., 2:00 or 3:00. Appointments
in the evening, 5:00 p.m.

Bottom line . . . me thinks I'm a
tad nuts, but I do get a kick out
of numbers . . . 'tis as close as
I'm ever likely to get to math!
Never could stand the stuff!

numbers yes math no
love me some special digits
telling their own tales

02/19/2020

Sooooo love me those compliments!

I think it was probably when I was
a teacher that I got used to giving
compliments. I made an effort to give
a dozen compliments or positive
comments each class and throw in a
few during break as well. I loved my
students and it took so little effort to
acknowledge their 'trying hard'!!!

Now at 70, I find myself saying fun
things to perfect strangers everywhere
I go. I actually get a kick out of, "Love
your boots! Fab hairdo! Love your purple!
Great outfit! WOW, you look fab! I want
to look just like you when I grow up!"

The trick is to say it and walk away. No
embarrassment for anyone and it doesn't
allow for misunderstandings. Interestingly
enough, I'm often stopped as people will
say things like, "You just made my day!
Bless you for saying that! Isn't it fun to
be eccentric! I just love getting older!"
And, a slew of other amazing comments.

I so want us to make a stab at kindness
and getting along with others! It works!

exchanging comments
love the beauty of it all
just takes a moment

02/18/2020

So love me some power of positive thinking!

Making an effort here . . . it's been snowing
all night and you all know just how much I
love Winter! So, I close my eyes and dream
of Spring . . . no, better make that Summer!

Only God knows what possessed me to step
on the scale this morning. Usually, I only do
so the first Friday of every month. See, this
allows for only feeling bad one day a month!
Clever, right! So here I am, closing my eyes
and dreaming of 1990!

The docs seem to think I shouldn't drive,
what with the head injury and all. Threatened
to take away my license if I didn't OBEY!!!
My head seems to be a busy place these days,
but I think I'll take a drive, nonetheless. I'm
smiling! I'm laughing! Catch me if you can!

I'm retired . . . aren't I supposed to be
traveling? All the retirees I know are on the
road! Alas, I think my home town is about as
far as I've made it up 'til now. Heard this dirty
rumor that shekels are required for the ordeal.
Good thing I live on Fantasy Island!

God help me; I think my face is going to
crack from smiling so much . . . but just
love me that positive attitude!

absence of shekels
where can i go to be me
thank the gods for dreams

02/17/2020

I sooooo love teaching! Can't think of
any better way to say it . . . 'twould
rather be shouting it!

I was fortunate enough to have been
told nursing wasn't for me and I should
consider teaching. I am well-pleased that
I never thought of teaching as second best.
I loved it from day one!

Student teaching is a bit of a blur; but,
my first teaching position in old Mexico
is as clear today as it was then. What a
wondrous way to cut my teeth. I loved
the teachers, adored the kids, and felt
I was living happily ever after.

Returning to the US, I found students
are students the world over. Maybe a
bit move savvy, a tad more worldly,
but students nonetheless. 41 years of
teaching later, I'm now enjoying a rather
different experience, more along the lines
of sharing rather than expostulating!

I thank the gods I was gifted this path.
I pray others may be as happy in
their chosen professions as I have
been blest to be.

lifes celebrations
in and out of my classrooms
learning together

02/16/2020

So love me some old westerns. Spent
the a.m. watching Rooster Cogburn
w/my lover and I was reminded of just
how much. John Wayne never disappoints;
case in point, The Cowboys, phenomenal
movie. And True Grit . . . wow!

Remember seeing several renditions
re Wyatt Earp . . . some of absolute
faves . . . especially love those with
Hugh O'Brian, Kevin O'Brian, Kevin
Costner, Kurt Russell.

James Garner did himself proud in
Maverick and I just adore Magnificent
Seven! Dances with Wolves and although
sad, Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee is
beyond amazing.

Some of the newer westerns blow me away.
Broken Trail, Open Range. I didn't really
expect to like Tom Selleck so much, but
when he came out with Monte Walsh and
Crossfire Trail, I fell under his olde west
spell. And did you see Quigley down Under?
Loved the hell out of it!

I guess what I love about recognizing this
is the realization that one can step out of
one's usual and find some fun in other
arenas. Always something to learn in the
new, isn't there! Think I'll spend the
afternoon with Jesse Stone! Best ever!

born in the wrong time
so wish the experience
the days of time past

02/15/2020

So love me the men of today!

I suppose this has something to do with
my life-span observations of the ways of
yesteryear as opposed to our modern-day
evolutions.

My father was a man way ahead of his time.
He would have fared well in today's world.
I look at my son and observe his sweet ways.
I've taught with lovely men for 41 years in
two countries. And, observed the evolution
therein.

I know men will always be men and women
will always be women . . . Still, it seems to me
that as the eons pass, o.k. decades, we do grow
as a people . . . at least most do.

The differences I note run along the lines of
genuine interest in others. The old maxim,
"Women give sex to get love and men give
love to set sex," really no longer holds true.

I believe there is more of a balance now.
Perhaps, it has something to do with women
in the workplace and men taking a greater
role in the home. Whatever the magic, men
have become something wonderful.

Obviously, not all have risen to the occasion,
as it were. Nonetheless, I pray we all continue
to seek, to grow, to be. Blessed be.

so love me the guys
little boys gone gentlemen
evolution rocks

02/14/2020 - Valentine's Day

So love my circles of sisters . . .

One (solitary), two (dyad), three (triad),
thirteen (coven), countless (grove) . . .

In my own lifetime, I have witnessed
women go from married, housewives,
mothers, old maids, secretaries, if they
were lucky . . . to single by choice,
divorced, re-married, co-habiting, career
women, often the bosses, mothers . . .
Women have so many choices today that
were not given them in days of yesteryear.

I see women striving to be REAL, to speak
their own minds, tell their truth, stand up
for what they believe in, marching to the
beat of their own drums. I feel so honored
to stand in their circles. I pray those women
who still walk the old ways . . . to rise up,
seize their own power and become who
they truly wish to be. Bottom line . . .
women fucking R O C K !!! I am ever so
proud to be one!

woman by design
mother teacher free by choice
circles of the fae

Happy Valentine's Day!

02/13/2020

So love me some being spoiled!

I woke up to blueberry pancakes
in bed yesterday . . . with the extra
mile . . . melted butter, warmed syrup
and oj and ice cold milk to go with.

What kind of man does this for his
woman?! But, it gets worse! I believe
he noticed how bad my SADS was
getting with being shut in and two feet
of snow outside! So, in the afternoon,
he says, "Why don't we have a mystery
fest in bed?!" Next thing I know, he's
popping in a British detective show and
handing me a screwdriver to go with.
Amazing!

I fell asleep content and alright with
my little world. Next thing I know, he's
waking me up and telling me I need to
get downstairs and take a peek at the
moon. I mostly went to please him,
although I'm the moon person in the
family. Oh my God! It was high and
huge; I had to sit on the floor to see it
properly. Bright yellow and shrouded
in mist. I could have wept.

I surmise . . . God isn't dead! Love isn't
non-existent and I'm just loving being
seventy! I promise myself, I'm going to
remember this day the next time he's
annoying the hell out of me!

blest by mother
so love me being spoiled
where do i give thanks

02/12/2020

Thinking of Ella this morning singing,
Summertime, when the livin' is easy . . .

I tend to love all the seasons and battle
in my own heart about which one is my
fave. Still, I would have to say that right
now with two feet of snow outside and
seven feet ice cycles hanging from the
roof, Summer is def my fave!

Love the summer heat, sitting outside,
the neighbors dropping by for a cold
one, backdoor parties and long, lazy
evenings. Just love seeing people in
the street or sitting on decks. And, the
weather isn't a point of interest should
you wish to go out.

Summer is an awakening, a resurgence,
if you will, a true returning to life! It's
rather a shame we complain about the
heat when just around the corner it's a
minus three degrees on the thermometer.

Musing about power of positive thinking.
Perhaps I'll just positive think summer
whilst I walk through two feet of snow
to the car!

loving me some heat
can hardly wait til summer
roast me alive please

02/11/2020

Me thinks I'm loving my journey!

I can remember over the years taking
issue with certain parts of my life, if
not downright hating. Funny, now that
I'm 70 and find myself looking back,
I don't feel so much that way.

Living in different countries, loving
different people, being in different
relationships . . . the operative word
here is DIFFERENT . . . and I am
different! Bottom line, if I'm different
then my life experiences are going to
be different as well. Ever so glad I
finally figured that out!

One of the things I've loved most about
my journey has been meeting other
unusual people. I believe the operative
word here is eccentric. I absolutely love
being an eccentric and I much enjoy my
eccentric friends! One of life's gifts to us
as we grow older, is that rare ability to
accept oneself rather than trying to be
like everyone else. Wish I had cottoned
onto this a tad earlier in my life!

like fine chocolates
rare books unusual finds
eccentricity

02/10/2020

So love me some old black and whites!

I've lived m entire life under the maxim,
'LOVE people; LIKE things' . . . I've been
successful, per se, but there are times
when I just can't help myself.

I was thinking the other day about some
of the old black and whites that I just love.
Being utterly selective, I made a mental list
of about nine, I think. And, realization struck!
Most of the black and whites I love are dark
tragedies, i.e. To Kill a Mockingbird, The
Grapes of Wrath, How Green was My Valley.
One of the things that strike me about this
is that today I like low-key 'who done its'.

Just think about it, watch The Miracle Worker
and I guarantee you, you'll be tearing up for
days. Maybe it's because my brother was
blind, but I simply can't watch it without
falling apart. And, here's me retiring lo
these many years later, I may as well watch
Goodbye, Mr. Chips and sob my heart out!

Wonder if I could get a laugh or two out of
Oliver Twist?! Perhaps, 'tis worth a try, but
still love me some old flicks!

in need of a think
wandering down yesteryear
been missing the path

02/09/2020

I remember my hometown teachers
with such affection. Mamie Echols in
first grade, Miss Lee in second, Mrs.
Northrup in third and forth. She was
married to the school custodian and
it was amazing that their names were
Opal and Emerald. Go figure. Joyce
Morse taught us in fifth and sixth and
then we got our first male teacher. I
can just remember how thrilled we
were. Mr. Wildman was the first,
followed by Mr. Nick, Mr. Sample,
and Mr. Thompson.

I find it interesting and a bit strange
how I remember all their names, but
can't recall any from high school or
college. Although, I do remember the
names of my teachers in Mexico.

I feel for those teachers introducing
education to our young children. It
can affect their feelings regarding
school for the rest of their lives. And,
how I loved school and the teachers
who taught me. So glad I became a
teacher!!!

so love their young minds
a grand privilege to teach
missing the classroom

02/08/2020

Sooooo love me some witches!

Having grown up in a very conservative
family, I'm amazed I was ever allowed
to see any witches. But my grandmother,
fairly witchy in her own right, made sure
I got to see a couple. She even made a
family affair out of Wizard of Oz; such fun!
When I went over to visit her, I usually got
to watch that old black and white comedy
series, Bewitched. Little gal that I was,
I'd sit on the edge of my seat and laugh
hysterically at their antics.

It mattered to me to be more avant guard
than my parents, so I provided Hocus Pocus
and even The Blair Witch Project for my kids,
along with several others I couldn't stand to
watch. I have to laugh . . . to this day, I can't
deal with anything in the horror genre, but
my own children love it! I kowtow to the
love stricken teenager within, so it's
Practical Magic and Stardust for me every
Halloween. I so feel for my lover! He must
be sick of 'em!

calling all witches
i want to be scary too
wait til i grow up

02/07/2020

Me thinks I can blame the beginning
of my love affair with cats on my
childhood Maine Coon Tiger cat. So
loved that animal! He would eat his
portion of dry cat food at our house,
then proceed to the Watsons next
door for a raw egg. Mrs. Bergman
across the street gave him is daily
fresh cream and the Engleberts fed
him a small piece of fresh meat. This
was EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! You
should have seen the size on him!

I had my share of fun cats throughout
the initial years of my adulthood, but
not a single one could compare with
Tiger. Then, we discovered an allergy
in the family and that was the end of
my sojourn with live cats. Didn't stop
me from collecting all different kinds
of the non-breathing variety. Make no
mistake, I've never collected cat knick
knacks. Mine have to be interesting,
hand carved, hand painted, amusing,
DIFFERENT! I know that I have 30
some in my vardo; I attempt to count
them every time I'm out there. Have a
few in the travel trailer, just like I do
here at the cabin.

So obviously, the only thing left was
to decorate the old bod. I decided on
nine cats, each different. I have a
mountain lion and a Maine Coon on
my back, a tiger and a lynx on my
arms and a snow tiger on my right
breast. This is in addition to the other
three I already had . . . and today,
snow permitting, I'll get another.
Sooooo love me some cats!!!

give me the ferals
here kitty kitty kitty
have a treat or three

02/06/2020

I knew from the time I was a little girl,
that I wanted to be a nurse when I grew
up. It all started with a sweet little book
called Nurse Nancy my dad gave to me.

Alas, when I went away to college, I was
informed that my math and science skills
were lacking and I'd better look for a
different career. Make no mistake, I have
loved every moment of my 41 years of
teaching. Still, I hold nurses in the highest
regard . . . heroes all!

I have friends in the nursing field. They
epitomize those qualities of love, care and
concern. Their knowledge is boundless,
vast! I pray all doctors recognize their
value and and honor them.

Two of my childhood friends went on to
become nurses and there are two nurses
in my coven of yesteryear. It is both fun
and interesting to watch them. There
they are, enjoying whatever we're doing
and all of a sudden, they perk up with a
knowledge that something isn't right.

Magic . . . pure magic . . . I celebrate
nurses, the love and healing wisdom
they share with us.

our ladies in white
most surely born of the gods
healing hearts and souls

02/05/2020

It was probably during my 20-year
sojourn in Mexico that I fell in love
with the street urchins. Make no
mistake, it is compelling to see an
impoverished child selling his wares
to help his family. i always made an
effort to stop and view whatever was
being sold. I liked to fall into a bit of
chat with these children. Taking my
time over the products, if they can
be called that, I would ask for names
and generally suss them out. I would
buy several things, usually candy or
bread, but sometimes I'd leave some
shekels under the guise of, "If you
ever see such and such candy, would
you get it for me!"

These children, both boys and girls,
were gleeful. They didn't seem down
trodden with their lot in life. They had
a level of acceptance and go get 'em
like I've never seen before nor since.
I love these children. i admire them,
their persistence, their struggles . . .
albeit a grin on their faces. I just wish
I could hug them all and make them
safe. I don't know what kind of day
they'll have on the 14th, but I hold
them in my heart.

well fed and sated
why are you so unhappy
warm in your own bed

02/04/2020

Love thy neighbor as thyself. Mark 12:31

Growing up in a small neighborhood, my dad
never hesitated to stop and change a tire,
syphon gas into an empty tank, look under
the hood and put the kids in our car to warm
up while he worked on the engine. Alas, I
fear that this scenario doesn't work in today's
suspicious climes.

Still, from time to time, we hear wondrous
stories of a helping hand, shekels gifted and
good winning out over bad. I recognize that
there are those who wish to do good for no
recognition of any kind. Yet, we all want to
be safe abed of a night with harm to none.

A couple of days ago, the credit card of an
elder woman in front of me at the check
out stand didn't go through. I winked at the
cashier and slipped her my card. The old gal
never knew he card hadn't footed the bill.
It's fun to carry a few shekels in envelopes
and leave them in the hands of those who
need them. Send a check designated for school
lunches for those children who don't get them.
They need never know where the kindness
came from. Bottom line, gift and run . . .
recognition spoils the whole thing!

Remember to carry winter coats, gloves and
scarves you no longer use or need. Someone
asking for help can be handed a coat and you
are off as the light turns green. It's so much
fun to see all the ways you can give without
being caught. 'Tis a game much worth playing!

share and share alike
learning to enjoy the gift
smiles and tears all round

02/03/2020

Love me; love my dog . . .

Don't think for a moment that I've
forgotten our beloved fur babies in
the midst of February love.

I was fortunate enough to grow up
with cats and dogs for starters, and
geese, chickens and turkeys for
enders. At the end of an era, we have
pics of my clan following me about . . .
my dog and cat, a goose, one black
hen and my turkey gobbler.

I say 'end of an era', as my brother
was awarded his first seeing-eye dog
at this time. The powers at be felt
that there should be no other pets as
they might undermine the discipline
needed for the dog to remain true to
his calling.

Needless to say, we all loved Sammy's
seeing-eye dogs. They gave him a sense
of freedom he had not had in a long time.
They were his, all his, and gave him a
love and fidelity like no other. As each
dog became elderly and finally passed,
there was sorrow in heaven; make no
mistake.

These wondrous dogs, or should I say
gods, are ever in our hearts and much
loved by our family . . .

love of many kinds
never to be forgotten
may you rest in peace

02/02/2020 – Imbolc

I didn't say I love you . . .
I wasn't brought up that way and
simply don't know how . . . but,
I chop wood for you every morn.
I build you fires when it's cold. I
bring in the groceries whilst you
put them away.

I didn't say I love you . . .
I wasn't brought up that way and
simply don't know how . . . but,
I'll help you make the bed when
you change it. I'll sweep up the
ash from the fire put and I'll drive
you wherever you want to go.

I didn't say I love you . . .
I wasn't brought up that way and
simply don't know how . . . but,
I'll make you pancakes in bed of
a Sunday, I'll drive your donations
down to the DAV. I'll rush you to
the hospital when you faint and
I'll hold you when you cry.

I didn't say I love you . . .
I wasn't brought up that way and
simply don't know how . . .

don't know how to speak
beware of those empty thoughts
actions before words

Dedicated to my lover of many years . . .

02/01/2020

So love me some February with
its red hearts everywhere, love
songs crooning in the background,
and dewy eyed gals awaiting their
valentines. There is something
about the second month of the
year that returns us to our own
eras of love-sick teenagers and
I just love it!

Having always been a tad that
side of weird, I'll confess that I
enjoy Valentines more than I do
x-mas cards. I always like to put
mine in the mail on February first
so they arrive in plenty of time
to enjoy for a couple of weeks.

For me, it's more the Mexican
tradition of, 'Día de la Amistad',
(Day of Friendship) rather than
a day commemorating lovers.
The kid in me still likes to send
and exchange grade school
Valentines. I get a huge smile
on my face when I approach the
mail box, albeit to mail cards, or
to receive a couple.

So, here's to February . . . friendship
month, Valentine's Day, Día de la
Amistad and remembering friends
the world over . . .

heres a heart for you
let us exchange one or two
be my valentine