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