03/31/19

Exciting times . . . D-Day for buying our first
travel trailer is only a couple of weeks away.
We've been to several show rooms as well as a
proper RV show. Interesting how it's both tiring
and exhilarating at the same time . . . exhausting
business, make no mistake. Part of the fun (did
I say FUN?!) . . . the different points of view and
expectations. Added to that, the usual financial
limitations and waiting time, and the stress stacks
up. Still . . . truly something to look forward to. We
already have a travel list made up . . . and if you
happen to hear we were engaged in a bank robbery,
don't believe a word of it! Donations kindly accepted!
Ha!

new fun in the wings
ideas expectations
anticipation

03/30/19

One of the strangest and most interesting
experiences in life must be interacting and
conversing with adult children. It's amazing,
refreshing reaffirming, glorious! Me thinks
I'm in love! Perhaps kaleidoscope might be
the right word . . . sitting with the kids, alright,
adult children, you're listening in awe as they
speak, share, converse . . . but your mind is
sifting through mental photographs of them as
teenagers, children, blossoming adults, babies.
Put on some soft music and you have a slide
show to end all slide shows. I pray the last
act of my life on earth will be to listen to my
children conversing, laughing, sharing . . .
I'll be on my way to whatever paradise awaits
me with their sweet voices in my heart . . .

my children my child
gratitude overwhelming
true meaning of love

03/29/19

First mini-vay in forever . . . fab fun catching up
with my cousin last evening. Without a doubt, she
is one of the great loves of my life. Today has been
about checking out travel trailers as that's going to
be April's task! I find myself getting excited about
the whole trailer and let's go on vacation thing. Maybe
I'll finally feel like we're properly retired once that
experience kicks in. Tonight it's eat out with my kid
and catching up. I so love vacations . . . interesting
that one doesn't have to go far and wide to enjoy
Spring break, as it were . . .

hello how are you
im fine thank you very much
see you again soon

03/28/19

Women have been on my mind of late. What
phenomenal creatures they are . . . and perhaps
always have been. We are all aware of that female
trail through history . . . women as virtual slaves,
grossly limited rights, very curtailed educations,
no right to vote or hold public office, limited choices
in ever spectrum, right down to no say in their
conjugal dictates. How I admire those pioneers who
have made possible our choices today. For as much
as we hear, read and study, truly we can have no
idea what those sheroes went through to make the
modern-day woman even plausible! How dare we
spit in the face of their sacrifices?! How dare we
negate the broad spectrum of choices they virtually
laid at our feet?! How dare we call ourselves women
if we don't rise to the occasion . . . the very occasions
they made possible to and for us every single day of
our lives?! Women fucking R O C K !!! Let's remember!
Hell yes! Let us always remember!!!

paths made easier
women and the trail of fears
bend the knee honoring them

03/27/19

Miss Mamie Echols, 1924 - 2019

In one era and out the other . . .
Yesterday afternoon, we lost our
first grad teacher, Miss Echols.
That would be Miss Mamie Echols,
although we didn't know her first
name at the time. She was 95.
I suppose it is possible to forget a
few of the teachers one has had
throughout those many years of
attending school, but to forget
Miss Echols would be anathema.
After all, she was the magician who
brought the world of reading to our
feet. I can still remember her and
her magic wand . . . pointing the
way through the syllables, sounding
out the chosen words and voilà, we
were reading. I can still remember
the euphoria I felt all those sixty
plus years ago, when I realized I
recognized the words on the black
board. From time to time, Miss Echols
would accept an invitation to eat at
the homes of her students. Special
occasions indeed! We would brag
about such times, compare notes, tell
tales out of school, as it were. Make
no mistake, she was a celebrity in our
lives. Through the years, she has been
in touch . . . the odd phone call, post
card, ever the teacher. Now she will
reside, next to my mother and brother,
as was her wish. Good company all
around . . . but, I can't help but wonder
if she'll be helping God with his reading!

fairy god mother
the gift of the written word
never to forget

03/26/19

"Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget." The Eagles

Walking down memory lane . . . alas,
remembering my forgetting . . . At almost
70, I find myself remembering the strangest
things at the oddest times. I can be walking
down the street, minding my own business,
when I am assailed by an unbidden memory
that can invoke either laughter or tears. Me
thinks people must look at me like I'm about
half nuts! I catch myself saying things like,
"I remember my father saying . . . " or, "Mom
used to tell . . . " I glance at some of gram's
antiques here at the cabin and am instantly
transported to memories of a time past. Not
certain if I need to make an announcement,
"I'm now officially old!" But, I'd bet my
bottom dollar, that is if I could remember
where I put it, that all and sundry already
know that . . .

tis interesting
now going separate ways
mind body and soul

03/25/19

My bedroom's been invaded! There
are strange, iridescent lights everywhere
I look . . . a couple of clocks, a security
system, a television and a computer. I
won't even mention the night lights.
A miracle I ever get any sleep . . . me
thinks it might be a Martian invasion!
I'm lost somewhere 'twixt the enjoyment
of modern conveniences and the sadness
of lost peace of times past. No answers;
only questions . . . an an inexplicable,
abiding sorrow . . .

where the hell am i
i don't belong to the now
lost in the present

03/24/19

I believe I shared at the time that
we had an accident outside the cabin
in January. A man hit a deer; the police
came . . . kindly shot the injured animal
and drug in on my property for motorist
safety purposes. Within hours it was under
a foot of snow. As you know, we've had a
bobcat digging around in the carcass for the
past few days, so I rang Road and Bridge.
They were able to pick it up yesterday.
Interestingly enough, my guy found bear
tracks around the deer. Exciting times . . .

missing gods creatures
goodbye winter hello spring
different vistas

03/23/19

Yesterday, I found myself pining . . .
pining for a day out, a special meal,
a trip down town, treasures to be
found! And then, I had to go and look
around . . . a full larder, a library like
none other, a few bottles of wine in the
wine rack, a damn interesting cabin to
live in and animals at my window. And,
that's not even mentioning my amazing
family that I would rather live for than
die for. To whom to I apologize for my
unkind thoughts and longings? It took
me a moment, but I am indeed grateful.

just thinking out loud
no need for a wishing well
reminder well served

03/22/19

"Mary had a little lamb . . . and everywhere
that Mary went . . . the lamb was sure to go."
Actually, I'm talking about my guy! I've shared
before that he takes out birdseed every morning;
both of us enjoy watching the birds at play and
eats! He also makes an effort to have a salt lick
type block for the deer. It's comprised of seeds
and other bits made especially for deer. A couple
of days ago, it appeared they had polished it off,
so we were walking out to the truck to go purchase
another one . . . and here came the deer . . . three
of them. They followed Russel almost to the pickup,
not quite within petting distance. Frankly, I found it
to be quite moving. Yet one more experience to tuck
under our cabin belts . . .

glorious wonders
animal kingdom ahoy
celebrating spring

03/21/19 - Ostara

"Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is."

Fond memories of growing with with my father
reciting this silly ditty from back in the day.
And now, I find myself loving this two day
Spring/Equinox/Ostara/Full Super Moon . . .
pure magic! Now, if only we've seen the last
of the snow, I might, just might make it!!!

dying for spring here
promise it wont go away
so needs me some sun

03/20/19

I am moved to tears by the gift of friendship.
It's one of those things that simply gets me
every single time. We are all fortunate to have
people in our lives who we love and who love
us. Still, from time to time, things happen to
remind us just how amazing and wondrous
this is. The quiet sharing of laughter, joy and
tears, those precious moments remembered
when once the friend is gone . . . priceless! I
pray I always honor this gift of the gods . . .

in my heart and soul
ever remembering you
the pearl of great price

03/19/19

PURE MAGIC! We were sitting at the table,
minding our own business as it were, when
all of a sudden we saw a bobcat in the yard.
A few weeks ago, a local motorist hit a deer
in front of the cabin. After all was said and
done, the police dragged it over to my yard
and gave it the tiro de gracia. By the next
day, it was covered in snow, so we surmised
it would be picked up after winter was over.
Today was really the first proper snow melt
and the bobcat was immensely enjoying the
deer meat. It made trips back and forth with
pieces in its mouth, making us wonder if bob-
kittens were somewhere nearby.  One way or
another, my guy got photographs and our minds
and hearts now house an unforgettable memory!

here kitty kitty
a whirlwind of visuals
bobcat as totem