01/31/2021

Just once in a while, I find myself 

truly missing some of those precious 

happenings of yesteryear.

I miss sitting down with my family 

at dinner, actually conversing and 

no techno bits and pieces.

I dream of cradling my grandsons

in my arms, listening to their coos

and loving them as I have never 

loved before.

I long for hanging out with my dad

in the tool shed, watching him work

and listening to his wisdom.

I need to lay eyes on my friends 

who have gone before. Their crazy

ways always inspired me to let

loose just a tad bit more.

And oh, to walk the streets of my

beloved Mexico, bathing my soul

in the vibrant colors surrounding

the very essence of memory.

Surely, no one would mind if I

dwell there for just a while longer!

remembrances mine

memories most fond

yesteryear awaits

01/30/2021

Speaking of dreamers dreaming dreams . . .

I had a doozy last night. I dreamt I bought 

a new house; only the gods know where the

shekels came from even in a dream! Walked

in with the Real Estate Agent and said "I'll

take it." I wrote a check for the full amount,

then and there. Within minutes, several people

showed up for a welcome home party.

I looked and looked at them, not certain I knew

who they were. I came to the conclusion that

maybe I did, but wasn't sure. They wanted

drinks, but of course, I hadn't laid any in. They

suggested music, but no player. What about

food? The fridge was empty.

When they suggested a tour, I revealed that I

still hadn't seen the upstairs. They were rather

dismayed, as anyone would be. We trudged

upwards; odd! strange!! unusual!!! The prior

owner had decorated the entire place with

what looked like bits and pieces out of second

hand stores and garbage bins. It was atrocious.

Thinking I could deal with a little re-do, I

started making notes. Pull this out. Remove

that. Take out this tub. Make over this room.

By the time I had three pages, I thought, "No

way in hell, could I deal with this." About

then, I woke up.

I pondered this sad, silly dream and wondered

why it was so vivid. What the hell?! Knowing

that dreams are often messages, I thought,

maybe me buying the house represented me

entering a new era of my life, maybe even the

last one. The people who came might have

been 'users' rather than actual friends. The

upstairs and the incredible amount of work to

be done, may have indicated the things I need

to work on prior to passing onto a better life.

One way or another, bears thinking about . . .

dreams premonitions

delusions or fantasies 

just want to go home

01/29/2021

I am not sorry

for being all thunder

and no rain

cwpoet

I imagine that the gift of aging brings

about all kinds of musings, imaginings,

thoughts, wanted and unwanted, as

well as actual break throughs. 

I have come to realize that I indulge in

a bit of pontificating . . . okay, a great

deal of pontificating. In the interest of

total honesty, I'd have to say I like to

talk. 

I can remember taking drives with 

my parents as a kid. Dad would say,

"Alright Linda-Dale, no talking for

the next 30 minutes." My parents

must have died and gone to heaven

in that short time of peace and quiet.

As long as I'm confessing to my

verbal crimes, I may as well admit

to being somewhat opinionated. 

I'm working on it though. My adult

aims are to learn to be quiet, to listen,

and spare my friends from so much 

verbiage. 

I do get that I may be exhausting

any excessive spouting via FB.

Ouch! Apologies ahoy . . .

Thunder, hear me roar . . .

yak yak yak yak yak

how i long for some quiet

where are you silence

01/28/2021 - EARTH

In the first month of any new year,

I like to ponder the elements . . .

I do make a habit of thinking about

them on a regular basis; they are

ever so important in our lives and

to our survival. 

It would be hard to say which of

the five is more important, but

Earth, or Mother Earth to be more

exact, will ever and always be my

fave!

When walking the paths of Mother

Nature, I am so enamored with her

coloring book; she moves me! There

is no other beauty that can compare.

I find myself lamenting that modern

times especially have marred her

magnificence! 

We have so multiplied in numbers,

we have sprawled out throughout

the world. We have built homes,

homes, apartments, complexes,

businesses, cities, highways and 

byways. Poor mama barely fits 

anymore.

In our modern day world, I'm not

certain much can change. I would

say however, if each of us commits

to honoring her to the best of our

abilities, perhaps she can endure 

a bit longer.

Pray it be so . . .

our earth is dying

mama has given her all

time for her to heal

01/27/2021 - AIR

I've been pondering the element 

Air and all that it signifies . . .

I would have to admit, I find Air 

to be one of the most intriguing 

of elements. In a sacred circle, 

Air is housed in the East. I like

to think of the sun coming up

in the East, high up in the sky

midst all that sweet, lovely air . . . 

Rather fits doesn't it?!

Let's look at some of the different

meanings attributed to Air. The

first thing that comes to mind for

me is freedom. Think, free as a 

bird. The freedom of the skies is

a pretty amazing thing. 

Air also represents intellect. The

gift of intellect is ever so precious.

Alas, it is not given to all and 

should certainly be cherished and

cared for. I believe that intellect

gives way to thought and perhaps

thought to speech . . . freedom of

speech. There's that word freedom

again.

Lastly, Air gives us that wondrous

breath of life. There are no words

for the gratitude I feel for this gift.

Without Air, there would be no life.

I much lament how often I have

simply taken this for granted . . .

bless the gift of air

am grateful beyond the pale

worth thinking about

01/26/2021

I have to smile, nay snicker, at 

all the different tastes we have 

in entertainment . . .

I've been pondering types of flicks

and series of all sorts in which we 

indulge ourselves. I have friends 

who much enjoy opera, others who 

like musicals, and yet others who 

even indulge in soaps. What I have

never understood is the attraction 

to stand up comedy . . . and I don't

care a whole lot for comedy per se.

But, oh do I love me some murder 

mysteries and detective shows!!!

The only person I feel sorry for is

my guy who often has to watch

them with me. I'm not even sure

if he likes them, and I am afraid 

to ask!

I should be up front that I really

have no interest in the murders,

only the detection process! That,

I love. I used to enjoy Columbo

as the murder took place in the 

first few minutes and then the 

next two hours were pure process.

Strangely enough, I can't deal

with anything dark. I don't need

my viewing to be as light as

Murder She Wrote, but give me

some NCIS or Magnum P.I. and

I'm a happy camper.

So, please don't get murdered!

You'll never be certain whether

I'm devastated by your loss or

just plain interested in the

intricacies of your passing!

Yikes! I so fear God is going to 

get me for this!!!

between you and me

so enjoy me some murder

dont tell anyone

01/25/2021 - SPIRIT

I find myself thinking of the element 

of Spirit . . . 

I know we all have different beliefs, 

but having said that, I do think that 

Spirit resides within each of us. And,

I imagine, Spirit has many a face!

For some, Spirit represents God in 

the heart, a loving Christian God, a

conscience and protector, an entire

belief system.

For others, Spirit is that personal

center of feelings; joy, angst, sorrow, 

elation . . . for anything from the joy

at the birth of a child, to the sorrow

that the fave team has lost a game.

For me, Spirit is an element in the

center of the great ALL . . . The 

center of my being . . . of my belief 

system. It's the center of the world, 

the center of the elements.

Spirit is a guest in our own personal

time and space, a gift granted by the 

Universe, the gods, if you will. We

must be ever mindful of Spirit, what

ever this means to each of us. For

once it expires from our souls, so do

we . . .

Thank God for Spirit within . . .

such joy in spirit

a gift from god for within

spirit my best friend

01/24/2021

Rebellion is when you look society in

the face and say, I understand who you

want me to be, but instead, I will show

you who I actually am.

wildwomansisterhood

Not quite certain when I became so

rebellious . . . I was a family child, bent

on helping out with my special brother.

Yet, I do know I was allowed to speak

my mind and have my own opinions.

I am beyond grateful to my parents for

this amazing gift.

My rebellious nature certainly helped

me in my teaching. It allowed me to

accept my students and challenge their

minds to different ways of thinking. 

Not so sure how my administrators 

felt about that!

Still, I have to believe that there is a

right way and a wrong way of doing

things, no matter how rebellious! Just

because one is different, unusual,

eccentric, this doesn't give the right 

to be unkind, hurtful, or thoughtless.

I realize I will ever be an eccentric

and a rebel. Still, I wish to always 

strive to understand the other side 

of the equation. I want to listen to

alternative thought and opinion. I

long to understand different ways

of looking at things and thinking

differently!

Pray I go to my grave kicking up

the dust under my feet . . .

behave yourself girl

just who do you think you are

longing to be me

01/23/2021

Today, we escaped the cabin.  It's been 

a long time since we've been able to run 

away . . .

We met up with friends we haven't seen

in three months due to Covid. I swear, I

could hardly keep from hugging the hell

out of them.  I behaved myself as should 

be, but it was difficult.

It was such a strange meet up . . . a room

of sorts, enclosed in plexiglass with heat

for comfort. And speaking of comfort,

it wasn't actually very comfortable, but

it was a palace in my heart.

Sharing painful stories of this killer plague, 

joy and tears, thankful beyond belief. I

truly felt emotionally exhausted by the 

time we parted. Me thinks there needs be

a way for me to show my gratitude to

the universe!

Make no mistake, I'm thinking. I'm

thinking . . .

a happy ending

alas never expected

ever so grateful

01/22/2021

I love that I grew up in a family

of political differences. Mom a

Republican, Dad an Independent,

and I am a Democrat. 

We used to sit at the kitchen table;

discuss different political agendas,

points of view, the pros and cons.

of any given topic.

We never, ever fought. We never

raised our voices or offended each

other. Even today, my own children

differ from me and each other in 

political persuasions. My cousins 

belong to different parties, as do my 

friends . . .

Perhaps religion could explain it

better. Very few of us belong to the 

same church or hold the same beliefs. 

This seems to make no difference to 

any of us, so why should our political

persuasions?!

Pray, let us accept each other as we

are. Life is short, oh so short . . .

somethings similar

so many differences

makes life compelling

01/21/2021

I would have to admit to finding myself

somewhat stir crazy . . .

We've been in quasi lockdown for nigh

onto a year. I'm tired of house arrest. 

I'm missing my friends, to say nothing 

of my own children!

I have gotten a kick out of writing cards 

and letters, something I came up with 

whilst missing my people. We've enjoyed

the odd ride and a very occasional seeing

the children with masks on and social

distancing.

According to the newscasters, this year  

has been one of increased pregnancies, 

family feuds and divorces . . . Frankly,

I'm beyond thrilled that my guy and  

I get along so well, enjoy each other's 

company and are old enough to be 

satisfied with curtailed activities.

Hell, at this point, I might even settle

for a haircut as Phyllis Diller and I

are nigh onto looking like long lost 

twins . . . but I swear, somebody had

better get me the hell out of Dodge

pretty damn soon!!! 

claustrophobia 

emotions running amok 

color me locked up

01/20/2021

There's always a glimmer

in those

who have been

through the dark.

~Atticus

I find myself a bit awestruck of the darkness

Winter brings to the table. I don't see that

awe as particularly positive or negative. It

simply overwhelms the soul.

We've all had glorious experiences in the

dark . . . think back to bonfires on camping

trips, laying out under the stars on a summer

night, trick or treating on an October eve.

On the other side of dark . . . alone in the

dark, dark night of the soul, the dark side

of forever, in the dark about reality.

Interesting, I can enjoy the dark in Summer,

but Winter's dark brings me to death's door.

Alas, it's a dark I seem unable to overcome.

I am so negatively enthralled by the dark, I

can barely cope. 

I've come to know that there are those who

actually prefer the dark. And, although I'm

a lunar soul myself, I have a hard time

understanding this. I do appreciate that

we're all different, but I will keep praying

for Spring's soon return . . .

loving me some light

pray come keep me company

so afraid of dark

01/19/2021

In admiration . . .

Some have had life's curve balls thrown

at them and still find the courage to

soldier on.

Didn't we all grow up with the Cinderella

story?! She and her prince supposedly 

living happily ever after?!

I look at the families with special children,

maladies such as blindness, heart issues,

disease. I am at the feet of these mothers

and fathers who fight to make every day

as normal as possible for their children.

I much admire those school districts that

provide special teachers, classrooms and

curricula. I do wish more funds were

available to make them even better.

Just look at some of the young people

going into Special Education as a life

career. Their single thought is to serve.

When I'm feeling down and out, all I

have to do is look around and realize

there is still so much good in the world.

Longing to be part of that goodness,

decency and kindness . . .

look on the bright side

wise advice from my father

living in the light

01/18/2021

What's to be said about an afternoon

of pleasure,  of pure bliss?!

My guy came up with the sweet idea

of giving ourselves a day by the fire.

We like to light candles and listen to

music while enjoying the beauty and

warmth.

I had just seen my son's CDs on the

shelf and asked my man if he wanted

to listen to them. What followed was

an afternoon of absolute perfection!

I can hardly explain . . . pride being

the mom, elation at the beauty of

the singing, the memories evoked 

by the beloved Mexican songs . . .

memories of yesteryear!

I'll admit to feeling nostalgic, even

sad. I wanted to sob for all that I

was missing. Joy and sorrow . . .

I wish I could preserve each and

every moment of the day . . .

the gift of music

only missing wine and song

memories of mine

01/17/2021

A dear friend of mine gifted me an

old time type stereo for my birthday.

I've enjoyed it from the off . . . but

sitting in front of the fire during

winter and listening to my faves is

a real treat.

Alas at my age, I tend to like the old

timey kinds of music. My favorite

Western singer is Willie Nelson. So

LOVE him! Waylon Jennings is a

close second.

In the romantic realm, no one can

compare to Englebert Humperdinck!

I worship at his feet. Cat Stevens, nee

Yusuf Islam will always be an idol.

Harking back to yesteryear, I recall

adoring Marty Robbins, and Andy 

Williams. Sooooo, kinda wondering

if I'll ever wake up to the modern

groove and like some of the new guys.

Does enjoying Andrea Bocelli count?

He's rather beyond phenomenal! Still,

rockin' it to Willie Nelson!!!

hey mister crooner 

pray sing me a song or two

love me some music

p.s. Note I didn't even mention

Van Morrison!

01/16/2021 - FIRE

Sometimes, we have to go down in

flames to feel the burn, to know the

fire, to be the ash, and then come back

to life in the smoke that rises.

~Stacie Martin

What is it about the magic of fire that

touches the soul? It so moves me . . .

I was lucky enough to grow up with

a fireplace as daddy was a mason. He

built one for me in Mexico as well.

When I was upset, ill, or spent, fire

was the all time remedy.

The adages that fire has inspired . . .

fire in her eyes, fire in his soul,

a fire in the hearts of man, a baptism

of fire, fire and brimstone, fire away!

What is it about fire that it bleeds

into the very essence of language?

Me thinks it has something to do

with the power of fire. It wends its

way from the burning fields into the

very heart of the matter . . . all that

which matters to us, that calls to us.

I too have been much moved by fire.

I have been on fire for teaching. Fire

runs through my veins, hot to the touch

for those that I love. I feel the fire in my

heart should anyone touch my children.

I honor fire, its meanings, its ferocity;

I raise my glass in absolute awe . . .

let fire touch your soul

may its love burn ardently 

leaving sacred paths

01/15/2021

I get such a kick out of the gifts that 

retirement brings . . .

It's 2:30 in the morning and my guy 

and I are watching a flick together. 

We had ice cream for breakfast and 

we each ate a different lunch. Then 

a nap from 7:00 p.m. until 1:30 in 

the morning.  What fun playing with 

the clock that way.

We take a drive and stash a picnic 

in the back seat. Lunch can be at 

11:00 in the morning or 3:00 in the 

afternoon. Prior to the plague, we

could visit our children any day of 

the week. And not to forget the odd

pub!

You know, one spends an entire 

lifetime on a schedule . . . It's ever 

so freeing not to have one as well

as not having to answer to anyone.

What does bother me a tad is the

whole waking up at 4:30 in the

morning after I've played all day.

Guess you can't teach for 41 years

getting up every day at o'dark thirty

and expect to magically be able to

sleep in once retired . . .

Maybe the answer would be to go

to bed at 4:30 in the morning rather

than getting up then . . .

so love me some weird

me thinks its time to be good

lets call it a day

01/14/2021

Remembering when . . .

Once upon a time, I was a young, healthy,

slender runner . . . teacher and world traveler,

mother of many and living life to the fullest.

Now, I'm an elder, with the usual ills that

accompany one's journey. I walk rather than

run. My somewhat slender body is filled out.

I only travel the state and on a good day, a

state away. I am mother of only a few. I am

still teaching, but classes of a more spiritual

nature. And although my life is small by

comparison to yesteryear, it is still full, and

for this I am ever grateful!

It's interesting how we are encouraged to

live in the now, never look back and to get

on with life. But I find as one ages, there is

much value in looking back, albeit sorrows

'mongst the joys.

I love looking back at my children of then

and seeing them today in the now. I enjoy

hearing from students of yore, experiencing

their journeys as told by them and honoring

their successes. What fun to tell tales out of

school with girlfriends over a glass or two.

Here's to us, weathering the sorrows and 

reveling in the joys that life dishes out!

strange rememberings

utterly mystifying 

pray forgive myself

01/13/2021

I slept to the sound of clanging keys.

Everywhere I turned, I could hear . . .

Then I remembered, I am in the Lady

Hekate cabin. She being Goddess of 

the Three-way Crossroads and Keeper

of the Keys.

I grew up with the house key on a string

'round my neck. In time, the key to the

post office box added to the weight on

that precious twine. Obviously, I had my

own tiny key to my diary hidden away; 

never, ever to be found!

Over the years in adult land, those rings

of keys kept growing . . . one for hearth

and home, yet another for the vardo and 

travel trailer, not to forget my world of

books, precious library that it is.

And then came the verbiage . . . key to

my heart, keys to the kingdom, the secret

key, key to understanding, key to solving

the problem . . . key to knowledge, good 

and evil. Everywhere I turn, keys raining

down . . .

Good thing I awoke or I would be covered

in bruises!

everywhere i turn

raining keys from skies above

never to be free 

01/12/2021

I find myself missing home, you know,

that old home we were all so anxious

to leave when we were young?! My

brother asking me to read to him after

school, waiting for mom to come

home from work, for family supper,

my dad organizing family worship.

Alas, I fear I'm near the end, simply

because of dwelling in yesteryear. I

have heard elders say they spend a lot

of time there. Scary!

But, my grandmother always said . . .

My dad once told me . . . My mom

made me . . . That boy next door used

to . . . How could one NOT go back

and take a peek though these adult

eyes?

So now, when I'm really missing . . .

I make myself a kid sandwich . . .

otherwise known as mayonnaise and 

dill pickle, peanut butter and dill pickle,

Velveeta grilled cheese sandwiches. 

(The adult in me wouldn't be caught

dead eating them!) Then there's the 

old fave, thickened fruit on toast.

So, here's to sad missings and happy 

memories . . .

just remembering

wishing i had stayed longer

memory lane calls

01/11/2021 - WATER

Water, water everywhere,

Nor any drop to drink.

~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Pondering the gift of water of late,

God knows we certainly couldn't

live without it. It's interesting, we

couldn't drink the water we had in 

Old Mexico the first eight years I

was there. We called it mineral

water, for lack of a better name.

'Twas lovely to have potable H2O

for the following 12 years. Rather

gave me a different point of view 

and a tremendous appreciation.

I've told tales out of school before 

of growing up on a cistern. One

bath drawn per night . . . mother

being the cleanest, got the first

dip. I followed, girl child and all.

My brother next and then my dad.

Poor man must have had quite a

dirty bath and he never complained.

Lo these many years later, here at

the cabin we have tinged water.

We're so close to the water table, 

it comes out colored. We dispensed

with all our white clothing once we

moved in, thus we are able to use it

for washing clothes and dishes, but

it certainly isn't potable.

I am indeed grateful for the water

we buy at Vitamin Cottage. I must

admit however, I rather cringe at all

the drinking bottles we use in a day.

I am thankful they are recyclable.

Still, if you go to those plants, there

are water bottles by the thousands

and thousands. Were we so wrong

to drink tap water our entire lives?

love me some water

bottles needs thinking about

thank you mother earth

01/10/2021

Love revisited . . .

That beautiful, marvelous, amazing, fab

word LOVE is bandied about with an

unrelenting fervor . . . I love buttermilk

and eggnog. I love sleeping in on Sunday

morns. I love it when it rains. I so love

my grandmother. Love my kids to death.

Alas, there seems to be no distinction 

between loving hot chocolate and loving 

your son.

In Spanish, the verb AMAR is used

exclusively for people and GUSTAR for

things. We too have an old English adage,

Love people, like things. This nags at me.

I believe the distinction is important. If

you say to your daughter that you love

peanut butter sandwiches in the same

breath in which you tell her you love her . . .

you get my point.

Me thinks we should be more careful in

our usage. I love my children, all seven

of them. I love my dad, love of my life

that he is. I love my family and friends.

And, I like all manner of this and that . . .

NOT to be confused, the one with the 

other!

love me loving you

i like all my treasures too

not to be entwined

01/09/2021

So many ways to communicate, although

me thinks we rarely get the same message

the speaker thinks he's relaying. I know

that we're all comfortable communicating

in different ways.

Most of my girlfriends do the telephone,

something I've never gotten used to. I've

actually offended because I only stay on

the phone a few minutes when I do use

it. Alas, I still have original minutes on

my three year old cell phone.

E-mail is my medium of choice. One of

the things I like about it is there's plenty

of space and you can write at 3:00 in the

morning if you so want. Same way, the

other ender can respond at their leisure.

As a kid, young woman, I liked to send

letters, real letters. Add in the fun of

the beautiful cards we have today and

viola . . . 

In these months of the plague, as I tend

to think of it, I've enjoyed mailing out

the odd card. Can't help but wonder

what my friends, family must think! 

Still, a bit of fun in these otherwise, 

dark, dreary days of the plague.

Hey, send me a card; write me a letter.

say mister postman

put something in my mailbox

im waiting waiting

01/08/2021

I like to do a 'Dry January'. Frankly,

it makes a lot of sense after all the

holiday partying that goes on in

December.

You wouldn't think there's a lot of

goings on in January, but you would

be wrong. The New Year, of course,

followed by, Día de los Santos Reyes,

birthdays . . . and that's just the first

week.

Personally, I would like to honor 

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Then

comes the inauguration, albeit to

celebrate or sob in our brewskies.

Sooooo, you can appreciate that

to deny oneself the hefting of a

glass or two, has its finer points.

Truly, it's no issue for me, even

when my guy opens the fridge

drawer to the cold ones . . . but,

when will January be over?!

lets raise our glasses

celebrate january

lemonade in hand

01/07/2021

Somewhere around 45 years ago, 

I was gifted a baby boy. Obviously,

mom's tend to revel in the miracle

of birth and I am no exception!

It is amazing how in one fell swoop,

your life as you knew it is entirely

changed. Good thing the gods give

you nine months to get used to the

idea.

Of course, I was the only mother 

on earth and had just delivered the

brightest star in the universe. I

imagine most moms feel this way.

Still, having your son as one of the 

greatest loves of your life, is truly 

a gift.

Thank you son. Thank you for 

being you, for being gracious,

kind and thoughtful. Thank you 

for giving your art to the world.

Thank you for bringing such

interesting people into our

lives. Thank you for sharing 

your beautiful lady with us. 

Thank you . . .

for your existence 

the world is a better place

ever in my heart

01/06/2021 Día de los Reyes Magos

Hoy, para nosotros los Latinos, es el

Día de los Reyes Magos. Se supone

que Melchor, Gaspar y Baltazar, los

reyes magos, visitaron al bebé Jesús.

Le brindaron regalos de todo índole,

los cuales les permitieron a sus padres

una manera de vivir por mientras.

Se cree que esta bella tradición empezó

en España alrededor de 1885 y pronto

recorrió los demás países Latinos. De

una manera u otra, nos une. 

Una de las tradiciones más encantadoras,

la Rosca de Reyes. La rosca se presenta

como una coronilla con una sorpresa por

dentro. Se parta y se comparta . . . él que

le toca el pequeño niño Jesús, un monito

de plástico, entonces es responsable de

ofrecer la Fiesta de la Candelaria el dos

de febrero.

Hoy día, hacemos el esfuerzo de honrar

estas celebraciones de modo de mantener

nuestra herencia y nuestros costumbres.

Los nenes disfruten con sus familias y

aprendan a gozar con las festividades

latinas. Feliz día de Roscas . . . y buen

provecho.

mi bello niño 

rogamos bendiciones

mi gente goza

01/05/2021

Friends and fam could easily attest to

just how much I enjoy my laptop. I'd

be the first to admit to being a techno-

virgin, but at least I get the basics of 

e-mail and Facebook. I even know

how to look up things on Google . . .

Give the lady a prize!

Each time I'm finished e-mailing or

taking a peek at fb, I lean my computer

against my side table and go to sleep.

Once in a great while, I'll hear it slide

to the floor or fall over. I'll reiterate,

this has happened very, very seldom.

I woke up to no internet at the new year.

I assumed the wind had damaged the

pole up the hill and surely a technician

would be fixing it soonish. Three days

went by and nothing, so I called my

provider. The gal walked me through

all the steps and concluded that the

problem was the computer. Damn!

It was only two degrees outside and 

my guy wasn't going anywhere . . . 

so I thought I'd try a little ld repair.

I held the computer about six inches

from the floor and dropped it. And

guess what?! Instant internet . . .

Want me to work on your computer?

silly old woman

beware spellcasts in progress 

harridan at large

01/04/2021

There are times I feel so sorry for God.

Bottom line, He gets blamed for every

thing. 2020 is his fault. COVID 19 is

obviously as well. You didn't win the

lotto, God didn't want you to. 

Another thing, pray and pray and pray

again for something that you desperately

want or think you need . . . and then, 

poor God rarely even gets a thank you

note.

So, what's to do about it?! I've always

liked that old adage, "Be careful what

you pray for, you might just get it." I

agree, we should indeed be careful.

We're not kids anymore. We basically

have everything we need. We should

think long and hard before asking for

something just because.

And then, there are those who pray 

for world peace and other unlikelys. 

Me thinks we got ourselves into these

world messes . . . war, over population,

hunger and famine, abuse of all kinds. 

God doesn't just rush in and fix every

thing. We're not three or four years old! 

We've created our messes and like any 

good parent, God allows us to learn 

from them and sort things out.

I vote we grow up, get off our back

sides, fix our messes to the best of our

abilities and learn our lessons. Let's

give God a break . . . sooooo NOT his

fault we can be spoiled brats!

dear god pray help me

my fault feeling lazy here

high time i grew up

01/03/2021

Starting out the new year right, had

a fall coming up the stairs at o' dark

thirty this early morn. I've always

been a tad clumsy, hence I fall from

time to time. Only once in my life,

have I tripped after a few brewskies.

Okay twice, but that's all I'm

admitting to!

I remember this one time at uni, I

was going up the steps to class and

I slipped and fell. No biggie! I just

picked up my books and soldiered on.

Then I fell again, and again I picked

up my books and got on with it. Alas,

yet once again . . . and again . . . a

total of four times. All of a sudden,

two men each grabbed me by my

arms and walked me up the rest of

the way, handed me my books and

left. Didn't know them, they never

said a word . . . WOW!

I've never paid particular attention

to these fallings. And, I do suffer

Petite Mal seizures. Who knows,

may be a connection there. I do

get that now that I'm 71, I'd do 

well to lose these damn falls. 'Tis

going to be the death of me.

am falling for you

falling in love state of bliss

falls falling falling

01/02/2021

What's going to be different and/

or better about this new year?!

You tell yourself in that party month

of December that in the new year,

you're going to eat better, drink less,

do some exercise, lose some weight

and stop treating yourself to all and

sundry!

I recognize one gets all hyped up

at the new year, with lots of good

intentions and self inflicted rules.

Still, me thinks a different approach

bears thinking about.

Rather than hitting the usual highs

and low that happen at the start

of any new beginning, perhaps

a slow, but steady rhythm is

wanted.

On a good note, I always do a dry

January, sooooo kudos for that one.

Might just get me off on the right 

foot! Here's hoping . . .

behave yourself now

good time for new beginnings

new year promises

January 1st, 2021

What would you think about a guy

who drags you downstairs at o' dark

thirty and presents you with a fire,

candlelight and spiked eggnot?!

That's my guy . . . and Happy New

Year all around, but best of all . . .

happy anniversary to us, 21 years.

The child within is already writing

new years resolutions, you know,

there has to be a dozen or so, just

like the Ten Commandments. Still,

I have learned that I do better with

just three. i find myself thinking

along these lines.

1) Live in the present.

2) Be yourself.

3) Honor your creed.

Sooooo, Happy New Year to you.

Happy anniversary to me, and

may we all live happily ever after!

high hopes for this year

pray leave the other behind

blessings all around