04/01/2021 - April Fool's Day

Oh the kaleidoscope of memories 

spiraling through my mind . . .

Not exactly sure why, but this a.m.

I find myself recalling a certain

childhood prank . . .

I had it all planned out. I woke up

early, sauntered into the kitchen all

sleepy eyed where my mother was

preparing breakfast. All of a sudden,

I stepped back, pointed and screamed, 

"Eek a mouse!" I swear, my mother 

must have jumped two feet. Poor lady!

My dad was as angry as I've ever

seen him, but when I laughed and

said, "April Fool's," he got it and

let it go. My mom calmed down

a bit as well and I was assured we

would talk about the incident later

in the day.

That night after supper, they sent

my brother on to bed and talked

to me at the dinner table. Daddy

explained we had to be careful in

our jokes because someone could

get hurt.

My mother, now calm, added that

if she had heart problems, my

April Fool's joke could have

caused her to have a heart attack.

Actually, I think that was my one

and only foray into the whole

April 1st thing . . .

maybe i shouldnt

of perilous jests i sing

know what today is

03/31/2021

From the distain I have always 

felt for winter, I've come to realize 

I need an attitude adjustment.

Yesterday, I sat in front of my

living room window and watched

the snow dripping into oblivion.

The trees were densely covered,

yet in only a few hours time, they 

were bare.

As we have a couple of feet on the

ground, its disappearance will take

much longer, but the lesson is there.

Time changes everything; wait it out

and see what you can learn from it.

I'm beginning to perceive winter 

as a time of withdrawal. Summer 

parties long past, those stunning

colors of autumn taking their rest,

perhaps it's time for me to do the

same.

Winter is a time to hunker down,

drink in the isolation encouraged

by the snows. Pondering, thinking,

meditation, all good calls in the

quiet of the season.

Me thinks I'll just have a look-see 

at what I need to learn . . .

quiet of winter

no better time for lessons

experience now

03/30/2021

The realization that we've just lived

through three months of 2021 . . .

and I still seem to be overwhelmed 

with the happenings of 2020, is more

than a bit scary.

It occurs to me that we're not talking

about 2020 and 2021 as two separate

years. Rather, a time of a world wide

plague that transcends the borders of

a two year period. Perhaps, we could

refer to this historical period as . . .

COVID  in; COVID out.

The anxiety and fear of catching the

the plague has diminished greatly

since my guy and I have had the two

vacs. However, I just read yesterday

that a friend of mine is way down on 

a list of 3,000 sign ups for said vac.

There certainly are more questions

than answers. Still, it occurs to me

that perhaps these diseases that tend

to plague us every so many years, 

might have something to do with 

over population. Could it actually 

be possible?

am still questioning 

life and death and in between

who has the answers

03/29/2021

At o' dark thirty, I came downstairs . . .

to find our Lunar Lady had done it 

again! She appeared high up in the 

sky with a complete circle of red 

surrounding her. I was so stunned at 

her beauty I simply had to sit on the 

stairs and watch her for a while.

I found myself wanting to see her

again a couple of hours later. This

time, she was low in the sky, twice

as huge and yellow, yellow, yellow!

My guy joined me on the stairs and

we were simply wowed into silence.

It's hard to understand that magick

spell of Lady Luna. I enjoy her so

much, no matter her phase. I like 

to meditate with her daily. I use the

days from the new moon to the full

moon to meditate about things I'd

like to add to my life. The days 

from full moon to new moon, I use

to ponder those things I would like

to walk away from in my life.

Lady Luna, phenomenal incentive, 

no matter her phase.

lunar lady mine

how i worship at your feet

my inspiration

03/28/2021

It's been exactly a year that we find

ourselves under wraps . . . March to

March, as it were.

We've made the effort to only do our

monthly run to SAMS every three

months. Let me tell you, it makes for

some pretty interesting meals!

Think spaghetti . . . now replace the

spaghetti noodles with multicolored 

salad pasta. Put hot sauce on top as

you don't have anything to make

spaghetti sauce out of. And, don't

forget the olives since you're out of

mushrooms!!! Of course, no pine

nuts or parmesan cheese on top as

you're out of those too. Like I said,

interesting!

Miracle Whip and raisins tend to

work just as well as mayonnaise

and olives in your tuna salad! Sour

cream works in your jello salad if 

you're out of whipping cream. And,

you might just like your granola on

plain yogurt rather than with milk.

Speaking of milk . . . when it sours,

just make cheese out of it!!!

When people ask me how I've lost

weight, I've hesitated to tell them

it's down to COVID 19. They might

think I've been ill, rather than just

out of certain groceries. 

Who knows how I'll cook once all 

this brouhaha passes!

call me chef ld

experiences ahoy

want to come over

03/27/2021

Ahhhhh . . . 'tis Saturday and not a

cloud in sight. And, I've heard a

rumor we are to have decent temps

today! Yayyyyy!!!

Me thinks I'll be having ice cream

for breakfast . . . and if you know 

me, you'll also know I'm not joking!

Oh my God . . . The powers at be

must have looked over my shoulder,

seen me writing this and are taking 

their revenge . . . IT'S SNOWING!!! 

Go figure!

I give up . . . Guess I'll just go and

work on my attitude adjustment 

now . . .

its snowing again

thank the gods for the full moon

tis my saving grace

p.s. Decided to have ice cream

in bed anyway! Ha!

03/26/2021

A reprieve . . . Perhaps the gods love

me after all! For an entire day and a

whole night . . . no snow, no sleet, 

no rain! 

So, we decided to play hooky. Stayed 

up late, slept in, had breakfast in bed,

saw a bit of news, and enjoyed the

mattress over our non-existent couch!

Fab day! I'm renewed . . . come and

get me Mr. Storm!

May as well straight up confess . . .

We're doing this thing; exploring,

for a lack of a better word. We're

having a look see at some of the 

old flicks from our youth.

Funny how some are naught like 

we remembered. Others are a breath 

of fresh air. We try and recall movie 

endings, alas they are holding them-

selves aloof. There are even those 

that I only saw in Spanish whilst 

living in Mexico.

We have yet to add champagne to

the mix, but it sounds like fun!

loving me my moon

playing hooky in the sun

goodbye mister snow

03/25/2021

Praise God from whom all blessings

flow . . .

 . . . I see blue skies and white clouds

peeking out above the snow laden 70

foot pines in my back yard!

Snow is taking a break from a three

day run. My heart kneels in gratitude; 

I may survive after all. 

We sit by the fire, margs at the ready,

pretending 'tis Summer . . . a new kind

of phantasy, if you will!!!

I would ask . . . "Who is it that's being

capricious? Mother Earth or me?" I do

get that our state needs water and we

also require a Winter's rest in our souls.

Having said that, not sure how I'm to 

proceed, rested or not!

My alarm clock is ringing. Wake up!

'Tis Spring . . . or was that just a joke

on us?!

find myself ready

good bye spring hello summer

lets get some heat on

p.s. It just started snowing again . . .

Oh God, pray help me . . . I may just

not survive this time . . .

03/24/2021

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), 

a form of depression that tends to 

occur as the days grow shorter in

the fall and winter. It is believed

affected persons react adversely to

the decreasing amount of light and 

the colder temperatures as autumn

and winter progress. The symptoms

of SAD include regularly occurring

depression during the fall and winter 

months; full remission in the spring 

and summer months; no nonseasonal

depressive episodes. William C Shiel, 

MD, FACP, FACR

Interestingly enough, my guy

asked me last night to talk about

SAD so that he, and perhaps others,

could understand it. He added that

although he is supportive and ever

helpful during the Winter months,

he doesn't really understand it.

Although, I believe Dr. Shiel says 

it succinctly, I would add a couple 

of details. First of all, there is no 

control over what you are feeling; 

it simply is! Secondly, those feelings 

are so intense that death is longed 

for with every fiber of your being. 

Praise the gods that Colorado has

a lot of sunny Winter days. When

this occurs, all negative feelings

simply disappear as if by magic.

So longing for Summer . . .

03/23/2021

Me thinks the entire nation must

be grieving for what happened 

yesterday p.m. in Boulder.

Our hearts sorrow . . . The angst

and fear suffered by the onlookers.

The loss of life to those simply out

to buy groceries for their homes.

And, this poor soul who needed 

to take lives in order to quell his 

inner demons . . .

There are no answers . . . only 

questions. And still, I keep 

thinking, there must be a way 

to find and help these poor lost 

souls.  'Tis beyond imagination, 

this need to randomly maim, 

kill and destroy.

How will we ever find our way?

pray send the lifeboats 

drowning in this dark dark world

ever seeking light

03/22/2021

Here 'tis o' dark thirty and it's

snowing and snowing and

snowing . . .

My guy went down about 4:30

and he tells me we have eight

inches or so. I understand it's

to snow for the next couple of

days as well.

I find myself upset, shaky,

wondering how I'm going to

cope. All Winter long, I swear

I'm going to find a way around

this SADS business. I do pretty

well and then it really hits me.

The moisture is important. We

need water to survive. Our state

needs the water. Everyone needs

water . . . but, it's only the second

day of Spring and I find myself

drowning . . .

pray give me courage

lose the dark turn on the light

hurry hurry now

03/21/2021 - Ostara

What an amazing, incredible Ostara!

Yesterday, celebrating with friends

and neighbors and today, with a 

fellow sister. I simply cannot believe

just how lucky I am to know such

unbelievable souls!

The first day of Spring brings hope.

I sit here, observing a copious snow

and I ask myself, "First day of Spring?

Really?" But, me thinks there has to

be somewhere that Spring is actually

blossoming full bloom. Part of me

wishes I were there . . . but, I do love

Colorado, my man and our time by

the fireside!

Perhaps, it takes thinking about in

terms that have nothing to do with

weather! Spring in my heart? New

beginnings? A time to start anew?

Yes, I desire to renew all that is 

good in me . . . I want to dismiss

all that isn't. What courage and

discernment that would require! 

So hope I'm up to the task!

Bottom line, here I am praying 

I'm up to anything the Universe

asks of me. I know it will take all 

of the courage I can muster and I 

swear, I'm in for the long haul!!!

living the moment

finding myself full of hope

so pray let it be

03/20/2021

Don't think you'd ever accuse me

of being particularly artistic . . .

Having said that, how I love

decorating my dining room table

for the Esoteric holidays. I speak

of the first days of Spring, Summer,

Autumn and Winter, along with

May Day and Halloween, etc. 

Yesterday afternoon, my Spring

tablecloth arrived in the mail so

this morning, at o' dark thirty, I

was up and laying the table. So 

much fun putting out the Ostara 

bunnies, the stone eggs and any-

thing else I could think of that 

was Spring-esque. 

I ask myself why this might be

important? It comes to me that

we all need reminders of those

special days that hold meaning

and memory for us. Symbolism

is important. 

Obviously, life offers us every

emotion available to mankind.

These special holidays bring 

out the good ones . . .

Happy Ostara, first day of Spring!

so love me some spring

praying for warmth light and green

hope for brighter days

03/19/2021 (#33 NO WATER) sinks/jane/hot water?

I find myself reminiscing about

friendship . . .

It's ever so easy to take friendship

for granted. We've all had friends

since we were children. We're used

to it and tend to think little of it.

Of course we appreciate our friends.

They are our 'go to' when we need

to share our secrets, bitch, moan 'n

groan. Still, me thinks that other

than on Valentine's day, we don't

particularly give it much thought.

Something this year of the plague, 

March to March, has taught me is

to take nothing for granted and

especially friendship. I've been so

used to friends coming 'round that

it really caught me out when it

stopped happening.

So last night, in front of the fire,

with a bottle of red and plenty of

laughter, the catching up began.

Upon reflection, I realize that the

'catching up' was of a different ilk.

We talked so much that we were

tripping over each other's words,

so fast that not even the angels

could have gotten a word in edge

wise. 'Twas a remembering of

sorts. Not only how it used to be,

but how it should be.

I am a better person because of

time spent with my bestie. She

brings me the gift of remembering . . .

I love her more than life itself!

i had forgotten

tis a kind of recalling

joy in the morning

03/18/2021 (#32 NO WATER) sinks/jane?

Obviously, we've lived basically 

on our own, since a year ago when 

we actually properly found out 

about the plague.

It has meant that we virtually stay 

at home, buy our groceries every 

three months and stay the hell out 

of Dodge!

We enjoy each other's company, 

so no prob there . . . But, when 

someone actually comes by, we're 

ecstatic! . . . If I don't mind saying 

so, we're rather beyond the pale!

So, this a.m. an old friend came by,

with Stouts in hand. Oh my God, 

it was beyond glorious. So totally

unexpected . . .  an amazing treat!

In pondering this, me thinks we 

all should be thinking about what

glorious surprises we can visit on

our friends. I sooooo can't think of 

anything that would be more fun!

Make it happen; the world needs

more of this . . . and I am sooooo 

not kidding!

surprise awaiting

am a knight in shining honor

making it happen

03/17/2021 (#31 NO WATER) sinks/jane?

Now begins, not the calm after the storm,

but the clean up after all the beauty the

snow brought us for a few days.

Shovel walkways, entrances. Clean off 

the vehicles. Make a path from the car to

the road. Get the trash out, mop those dirty 

kitchen floors, haul in extra water . . .

Unfreeze the pipes!

I ask myself, other than the gratitude we

all feel for the much needed water to our

state, what lessons can be learned from

our Mother Nature in Winter?

Me thinks something along the lines of . . .

Shovel out the shit! Make a path for those

who are unable to walk through the dark

of this world. Take out our personal trash.

Clean up our act and unfreeze those pipes

to our hearts.

Obviously, I need to do all of the above.

It will take time and courage, but I will

be the better for it. I'm going to strive  

for the lesson rather than bitching about 

the weather . . . okay, I'll probably slip up

once in a while!

so here goes nothing

love to you courage to me

learning my lessons

03/16/2021 (#30 NO WATER) sinks/jane?

"Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow."

~Thomas Campion

Although I am a moon person at heart,

I find that in Winter especially, my

soul seeks the sun! I cast my mind back 

to those special happenings when the 

sun was a sweet surprise in an otherwise 

very dark world.

I sit at my window, watching a dreary

day of gray, snow lazily coming down,

accompanied by my tears. All of a

sudden, in that awesome space twixt 

the trees, a patch of blue appears. It is

followed by a small white cloud and

then . . . oh then . . . the sun peeks its 

head out. Tears turn to relief, to joy!

My mind travels through a blurry past

of childhood memories . . . That picnic

on the first truly sunny day of spring.

Picking asparagus by the side of the

road, carefully avoiding the ditch. 

Seeking mushrooms for dinner . . .

puffballs and stone mushrooms are

my faves.

In latter years, afternoon root beer

floats at the local A & W. A bit of

camping and long hikes. Cotton 

candy at the summer fair, holding

hands with my guy.

May the memories sustain me . . .

so needs me some sun

pray stay a while ere i die

lonely without light

03/15/2021 (#29 NO WATER) sinks/jane?

I'm sooooo not certain I have 

the adjectives to describe sitting 

by the fire all day and watching 

it snow. Never in my wildest 

dreams, did I expect such a show 

from Mama Nature!

It all started 11:00 - ish yester

morn. It snowed without stop

throughout the night. We awoke

to at least a foot . . . then agreed

to watch it snow in front of the 

fire today. 

Brunch and lunch came and went.

We simply couldn't tear ourselves

away. The two of us are at odds

over just how much snow we've 

received. I'd say two and a half 

feet and as I've put pen to paper, 

surely I win! Ha!

Bottom line, Mama has give us

a much needed addition to our

water supply. I'm going to make

the effort to remember this as

the beauty fades and we face

the after affects. 

Sounds to me like I need an

attitude adjustment!!! Ouch!

bring on your weather

finding rain more romantic

still love some snow days

03/14/2021 (#28 NO WATER) sinks/jane?

I find myself thinking about weight

sometimes. Not something I feel is

particularly important to ponder . . .

Still the problem is, our entire nation is

absolutely obsessed with it. Too much?

Too little? Just right? On a diet? Yoga?

Exercise? Fabs galore . . .

I've been slender, if not downright

skinny, my entire life . . . until mom

moved in with us. She required five

meals a day and my company . . .

the rest is history. Alas, my docs

informed me, rather drastically, that

if I didn't return to normal, my days

were numbered . . . at right about 

two months.

I've done it slowly, only way to go

without killing yourself off. Funny,

I'm down 60 plus and all I can think

about is food! Where's the fun in 

that? ~!@#$%^&*()_+

Me thinks I'd better give it up for 

Lent . . . and no, I'm sooooo NOT

talking about food . . . I'm talking

about the diet!

Come on over and let's gorge!

so love me some bites

lets eat drink and be merry

something glorious

Note: A recent study has found

women who carry a little extra

weight live longer than the men

who mention it. Stay Positive

03/13/2021 (#28 NO WATER) sink?

"To live is the rarest thing in 

the world. Most people exist."

~Oscar Wilde

I know this is a subject I touch 

on over and over again; it's critical, 

both to be reminded and to impress 

on the mind the need to strive.

How I long to live! Not even a day 

should be spent only existing. I  

so lament the time I have wasted.

Obviously, one can't live on the 

edge all the time. Time spent 

preparing a meal is necessary in 

order to sit down at the table for 

a splendid repast.

I like the metaphor . . . plan a 

meal, buy the ingredients, prep 

the table and decor, make that 

meal memorable . . . sit down 

with someone special and raise 

a toast!

Must be much the same with 

living over existing! There's 

nothing amiss with dancing 

the daily grind. It's the ground 

work necessary to make that 

orgasmic moment happen!

Bottom line, don't get bogged

down in minutia. Deal with it 

as a necessary stepping stone to

a bigger and better everything!

pray come live with me

so finished with existing

dance card almost full 

"I have been in survival mode for

so long; now it's time for me to

live." ~Stephanie Bennett-Henry

03/12/2021 (#27 NO WATER) sink?

I don't know if music can change

the world overnight, but I know

that music can help someone 

make it through a difficult night.

~Michael Franti

What is it about music?

I swear, sometimes I'm listening 

and my soul just wells up without 

control, sobs simply erupt from 

the bottom of my heart!

Obviously, we all like different 

types of music. Perhaps, it's what 

makes the world go 'round. I love 

Esoteric music, weird instruments 

along the lines of Enya. Like some

Western singers; Willy Nelson is 

my absolute fave. I enjoy a tad of

jazz, love me some rock 'n roll,

but not hard rock.

I'm ever so grateful to my parents 

for taking the family to the local 

community concerts regularly. 

It was a wondrous introduction 

to Montovani and other amazing 

artists. I can actually recall my 

young heart swelling with joy 

when experiencing operetta for 

the first time.

This afternoon, we sat by the 

fire, listening to Ella Fitzgerald 

and Nat King Cole. We toasted 

the two legends and gave thanks 

for the absolute delight to be 

found in their music.

the joy of music

gileads balm to my soul

gift of the ages

03/11/2021 (#26 NO WATER) sink?

If we allow ourselves to be enchanted

by the beauty of the ordinary, we begin

to see that all things are extraordinary.

~Dean Koontz

I would have to admit that this is the

one thing that I have truly learned by

living in my 130 year old cabin for 

the past three years.

Part of this is most likely due to living

under my doc's death threat. Add in the

incredible beauty that surrounds me and

this thoroughly decent man I am lucky

enough to call my lover . . . and you have 

beauty at its best.

Learning to live, really live, rather than

simply existing, is my path as I have

turned 70. Obviously, one does slow

down a tad, but me thinks we must 

become more discerning as the body

finds itself a bit more tired . . .

I love finding, as well as understanding,

true beauty in these latter years of my 

life. Sunflowers plucked by the side of 

the road, fresh fruit presented in bed 

upon awaking, the offer of a napkin 

otherwise forgotten, a, "Hey, let me get 

that for you."

I find myself wanting to make others

feel this same joy I am experiencing. 

Not sure it's possible, but it's still fun 

to make those little things happen.

true beauty surrounds

me thinks my heart is open

eyes unveiled at last

03/10/2021 (#25 NO WATER) sink?

"What a difference a day makes!"

~Stanley Adams

We had intended to journey tonight,

but seems Mama Nature had other

plans in mind. We got a message 

at o' dark thirty, advising us of the 

change in weather. We hopped in

the pickup with a, 'no, never you

mind' and got the hell out of Dodge,

about 36 hours earlier than planned.

My guy, pro driver of yesteryear,

made the four hour trip in three, 

both going and coming! I'm be-

yond wowed; make no mistake!

We all went out to eat at our fave

Mexican restaurant, had a couple

of very decent margs and a fine

meal. And then, ordered in pizza

for a day of no-cooking! No muss,

no fuss, no dishes . . . but yeah, 

a whole lot of calories. As we

used to say in college, "I'll start

my diet tomorrow!"

The trip home was harder than

the going due to exhaustion. It's

not everyday that you travel to,

celebrate all day, and then travel

back . . . what an amazing 16

hours!

As it turned out, it started to 

snow about the time we got to 

bed. Woke up to about half a 

foot and beyond thrilled we're

home safe.

Let Mama Nature do her worst!

family tis best

find myself ever so proud

tis the tie that binds

03/09/2021 (#24 NO WATER)

I may just have the sweetest guy 

ever!

Scary, but we often fall asleep 

around 6:00. We are retired after 

all! Last night he nudged me a bit 

after midnight, just as I was finally 

falling asleep.

He was so cute . . . asked me if I'd 

like to watch a movie with him. Of 

course I said yes . . . and then he said, 

"Why don't we share a bottle of wine?" 

I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

One can only imagine . . . these two

oldsters, up in the middle of the night

watching movies and indulging in a

glass of wine. Even we had never 

done this before. Such fun!

This year, post 2020, is only just

beginning to disclose itself. We'll 

have to wait and see how things 

turn out. Having said that, I'm into 

exploring and capturing any and

every wee bit of magic that avails 

itself!

Salud!

magic in the weird

in unexpected places

capture whilst you can

03/08/2021 (#23 NO WATER)

Me thinks I've heard my entire life

that change is not only difficult, it

seems to be especially hard on the

elderly.

For one thing, I don't tend to think

of myself as elderly, just as an elder

longing to have the knowledge and

insights expected of me at this age.

Sooooo, one of the things I wish 

to embrace is change, this change

that everyone seems to think we

oldsters have such a hard time with.

I would have to admit that I've 

found not teaching very difficult.

I so loved the classroom, taught

41 years and find myself a tad lost

without it. I am very fortunate to

have those faithful few who feel

they can learn from me. I tend to

see it as more of a sharing with

one another.

I miss driving my pickup. As my

docs don't allow me to drive since

I cracked my skull open three years

ago when I fainted one early morn, 

I have needed to adjust to my guy

driving us everywhere. He's been

fab about it as well; bless his heart!

And believe it or not, I've gotten

a bit clever with this whole no

water for these three weeks of my 

life. It's good to know I can laugh 

about it, make allowances, think 

up new ways of coping,

Now, if I could only learn to cope

with . . . Nah, I am sooooo not

going to confess to that here!!!

~!@#$%^&*()_+

nope dont believe it

im young as i ever was

so not aging well

03/07/2021 (#22 NO WATER)

Alas, I feel a 'Pity Party' coming on . . .

I actually find it quite reprehensible 

that a 71 year old woman would give 

into a 3-year old's tantrums!!!

I'll have to make a last ditch attempt

to keep the lid on so nobody knows . . .

But, I can scowl with the best of 'em; 

make no mistake!

Our pipes finally have the drips, but

still no proper water. Another strange

thing is, even turning off the water

the drips won't stop. 

Although I'm no Pollyanna, looking 

on the good side of things, collecting

the drips in buckets means we can

wash dishes, flush the jane and even

treat me to a hair wash! It just takes

time and patience . . . What's that last

word again?! ~!@#$%^&*()_+

alright ill be good

got the message loud and clear

you can go home now

03/06/2021 (#21 NO WATER)

Today marks 21 days without water 

here at the cabin. There's a kind of 

magical symmetry to that if you think 

hard enough. Three weeks, three times 

seven, twenty one. I obviously have a 

thing for numerical nuance.

It's been interesting, to say the least . . .

Garnering drinking water from Natural

Grocers, catching a wash and a shower

from time to time at my son's, awaking

to my Phyllis Diller routine every a.m.

To say nothing of heat tape everywhere,

two heaters under the cabin, spending

more time upstairs than down . . .

 . . . Wait for it, this morning we heard 

a drip. In fact, 'twas a drip, drip, drip!

The dripping was even warm. Not to

count victory just yet, could be water

just itching to return, or pray God no,

could be a ruptured pipe. 

Bottom line, it's only a drip . . . but 

I've seen hope created from less!

heres hoping praying

never thought id pray for drips

give us a gush babe

03/05/2021 (#20 NO WATER)

The term souvenir has only just been

revisited upon me. In my world travels 

of yesteryear, I never fell for anything

touristy, nor ordinary . . .

But, when I see it, I see it! An unusual

piece of material, an eye-catching mug,

a weird piece of jewelry; such fun!

Rather like that wee bit of seasoning on  

an otherwise perfect dish!

I'll fess up right now, there is nothing 

quite as alluring to me as the town

mercado. I would swear before local

authorities, personal invites have been 

sent me from all over kingdom come!

The cacophony of sounds, the banquet

of scents, the artist's pallets of color . . .

pure orgasmic joy!

Alas, as I no longer travel afar . . . 

thank the gods for 2nd. hand stores!

romance of the trek

a true seduction of sorts

delight my senses

03/04/2021 (#19 NO WATER)

What's the old adage, "Three times and

you're out?" Alas, has happened thrice,

so I may have to bid you all adieu if I'm

not careful . . .

The first time, 'twas an unknown trying

to entice me into a 'get rich quick scheme'

and all I had to do was send him a money

order to make it happen. I lost my FB

account and all of my friends over that

one.

The second time, under the guise of my

long lost cousin, same song second verse.

I got out of that one virtually unscathed,

but lost all contact with her and I do miss

her.

Third time's charm . . . using the name

of one of my fave Junior High teachers, 

I was asked to send my non-existent 

shekels for greater rewards.

I do wonder what this world is coming 

to, but mostly, I find myself wondering 

if I have a sign on my forehead some

what along the lines of . . .

 . . . "Gullible, please take advantage!"

end of innocence 

suppose i must live and learn

my heart is breaking

03/03/2021 (#18 NO WATER)

I am invincible, unassailable, unbeatable . . . 

I have been vacced up the ying-yang. Pray

this makes me safe to receive my peeps!

I find myself just fine with the COVID 19 

vaccinations for elders only just coming up. 

Frankly, I needed to think about all this for 

a bit. Imagine living a full year in this god

awful plague and then passing onto the 

better life from the vacc.

I would have to admit, the one thing I 

really look forward to is getting out more.

Much as I enjoy solitude, wine by the fire,

and the company of my lover . . . getting 

on the road from time to time is important.

In fact, I'm not even sure I recall what the

road looks like!

Harking back to getting the Smallpox vacc

as kids, living through the fear of AIDS,

and the Swine Flu just a few years ago, me

thinks we're up for dealing with the plague.

In fact, like it or not, we are dealing with it.

Still, I can't help but wonder if these illnesses

have something to do with our population 

control. I pray not, but . . .

pray come and visit

sit a bit by the hot fire 

warm brandy perhaps

03/02/2021 (#17 NO WATER)

I always see the month of March

with that odd flash of hope! As a

childhood friend of mine pointed

out yesterday, March brings Spring.

Of course, we're still in the midst

of Winter, but as the 21st approaches,

hope does grow. I have to laugh at my-

self, as it happens to me every year.

The little girl in me wishes to awaken

to blue skies, green all around, salted

with blooming flowers and a good 

dose of heat! Alas, the 21st or not,

most likely it will be grey skies and

snow as far as the eye can see.

Then, I remember that one of our

elementary teachers would say

something along the lines of, "It's

Spring in your heart!" I love that

child like optimism!

Children are joyous by nature . . .

They love life, live in the moment

and tend to find glee wherever they

look. Of course, there are tears and

pouting as well, still . . .

 . . . and a little child shall lead them.

Isaiah 11:6 Yes, taken out of context,

but I like it!

will spring never come

children waiting ecstatic

pray dont disappoint

03/01/2021 (#16 NO WATER)

It has always felt to me that the first

day of each month is like a new

beginning. And, me thinks 'tis new 

beginnings we all need! Thank the

gods there are a dozen of them!

Obviously, we've only had two new

beginnings so far this year. I do recall

writing out dozens of resolutions and

narrowing them down to only three.

Partly, three is my magic number, but

it's also about all I can handle. This

year, I'm thinking of revisiting those

three at the beginning of each month.

Truly, checking in regularly could

serve to keep me on track with my 

own aspirations. They could even

be tweaked a tad here and there . . .

 . . . Nahhhhh!!!

    

be true to myself

honor all my family 

ever faithful friend