For the Everyday Ordinary...

"Normal Day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all in the world, for your return." ~ Mary Jean Iron

Monday, April 6, 2015

The Misadventures of Princess Squash


From small things great adventures begin...or so they say (or do they?  Maybe I made that up...I don't know...)

Anyway, once upon a time there was a mama and she was having a very rough time of it.  There was lots of bad, awful, no-good, horrible days and visits to doctors and nasty, uncomfortable tests being done.  Spring was taking too long to come; there were too many rainy days.  Too many days of pain and discomfort and she had just had enough!

One Saturday she awoke and the sun was shining!  That alone made things a little better and she decided to get up and go somewhere.  She had seen an ad in the paper for the most adorable Easter-themed salt and pepper shaker - and she just LOVED salt and pepper shakers!  She was going to go in search of this most adorable one.

Her son, probably feeling sorry for his poor mama, offered to take her on her search.  Even though he had decided earlier that he was going to have a "lazy" day (and this kid never has a lazy day).  They decided it would be fun - an adventure of sorts.

They had no idea.

The store closest to them was out of these most precious salt and pepper shakers, so they sat in traffic and talked and traveled 12 miles in the other direction to the store that did carry them.  They wandered happily around the store and looked at pretty things and then as poor mama got pooped out,  decided to make their purchases and leave.

Traffic by now was beyond ridiculous, so a "short cut" was decided.

And a U-turn was attempted.  Into a soft shoulder.  After days and days and DAYS of rain.

The son's itty bitty fuel-efficient car sunk midway up the tires into mud and there they sat - stuck on the side of a busy road on a sunny day.

All for a precious salt and pepper shaker.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as it happened, he looked over at me and smiled such a beautiful smile and said, "Don't worry mom.  In a few hours this will all be behind us and we will laugh at all of this."  Then he stepped out of the car in his brand new sneakers and sunk up to his ankles in mud.  He smiled again and closed the door.

It took a while.  He tried branches under the tires.  Rocking the car.  A few nice people stopped here and there to give advice or see if they could help.  We were trying to find out if he had road-side assistance and call a tow truck when a guy pulled up next to us in his pick up and offered to use his chains to just pull us out.

What a blessing!

We were out and on our way in just a few minutes after that.  No damage to the car, but my son was covered in mud from his waist down and the inside driver side of the car was completely covered in mud, as well as the steering wheel and gear shift.  The only thing that was not was the copy of The Fountain Head (and that probably deserved to be covered in mud, but that is just my personal opinion...)

I bought him some lunch after that - but we took it home and I made him wash his hands first!

Then he spent the entire afternoon washing the inside and outside of his car.

Not much of a lazy day after all.


And I don't think his sneakers will ever be the same again.

But you have to admit...this is pretty darn cute!

And yes, we did laugh and laugh and laugh about it.  Now, every Easter when we pull out the salt and pepper shaker, we will have a story to tell.  And that is what it is all about, folks!  Those precious memories.  Gather them.  Remember them.  Talk about them until they become the stuff of legend in your families.  Even after I am gone, that story will remain.

So, in a way, our stories make us immortal!

Think about it.

Easter was a tiny affair this year since I have not been well.  Instead of decorating as I usually do, I only managed to decorate the corner of my counter:


And, of course, this:

(I can't help it!! It is just so darned cute!!)

And, here is a random thought for you.  Do you remember The Pink Panther?  Well, I loved it as a kid.  Then, I found out there were movies of the Panther and was so excited until I discovered that they were not even about a panther at all - much less a pink one!  So disappointing!

So what made me think of that?  Well, there are ants in my kitchen.  I remembered a silly joke we used to ask one another as kids.

What did the Pink Panther say when he stepped on an ant?


Dead ant...dead ant...dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant dead annnnnnnnnnnnt!!

=)

So loving this song right now:


Joyfully, Donna

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

From the Bones of Winter

(Lookee!! The lilacs are beginning to peek from the delicate branches where they have slept all winter long!)

A Thousand Mornings

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets but then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait, (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for the redbird to sing.

From A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver, Copyright 2012 by Mary Oliver

The wheel of the year is turning and in two days (in my hemisphere of the world), March 20, 2015, Spring will slip into place.

I say Thank Goodness!! For me it is like the longest night ending and the return of light!

My garden looks like devastation:


It always does after winter.


...until you look a little closer...


...and you find delicate, baby lettuce pushing up among the stones and fallen leaves...


...and baby onions, or it might be garlic (I can't remember) being the first to bravely break free of winter's hold in the corner bed...


...oh...and is that a strawberry plant (or three) I see...?


Between the bean trellises I found a rather largish hole.  I am not certain what could be living in that hole.  A bunny?  A smallish ground hog?  Any ideas?  I don't really want to go digging in this bed until I know, but I don't really want it to be living in my garden bed, either.  It is way too big to be a snake hole or mouse or vole.

I can't wait to get back into the garden and clean up and tidy and plant and watch it grow again!


See the tiny red buds on the tree here - the maple trees are budding!


...and new baby leaves are pushing through the old skeleton bones of the hydrangea bush...


...and the rhododendron prepares to burst into bloom!

Oh, and one of my most favorite things...the spring peepers are back to sing the twilight into being in the pond across the street, and the red-winged black birds have come back to join the chorus!

Joy!


Pretty soon we will only hear the creek and only occasionally catch the sparkle of sunlight on it through the lush green wall that will fill in the bones of winter.


There have been some sunny, warm days for hooping on the deck to great tunes!


My toes got to audition some spring colors and were happy for that!


My old Generation 2 Kindle finally passed away - it was so sad.  I kept it limping along for as long as I could but it finally went kaput.  I got the new Kindle Voyage with the paperwhite screen. I do not like to read my digi books on a tablet or computer screen - too much eye-strain (I read a TON of books).  I  only read for-real books or paperwhite.  I was afraid I would not like it as much as my old Kindle, but I have fallen in love with it completely!  I think we will become the best of friends! I like the smaller size.  I have ordered a cover to fit it which should be here in the next day or so.

I've also been working on a special needlefelting project.  Here is  a wee peek:


I began flute lessons and I am very excited about that.  It has been so long and I've missed playing my flute.  I have a concert flute as well as several crystal flutes and a piccolo that are similar to Irish flutes.  I am very rusty so the lessons will help me rebuild my skills with confidence again.

I'm writing my little stories again and other happy things are happening in my little fairytale world like lunches with my chickipoos, drinking lots of cold hibiscus tea, reconnecting with an old friend from my long-ago teenage years, and possibly a new book club starting up in my neighborhood which would be lots of fun.

I got locked out of my house the other day.  Why do these things seem to happen when you have to go to the bathroom?  Anyway, the very nice gentleman from across the street came over to help me break into my house (and also helped me not to freak out because I was going to sit in my car and scream bloody murder.  I mean, full on melt down, pound on steering wheel, over-the-top scream bloody murder.  After all, I had to pee - but of course, I did not tell him that.  And I had all my groceries in the car.)  I seem to always be right on the edge of screaming bloody murder. In the end his little tool did not work, but my BJs card did.  I managed to get into the house with my dignity somewhat intact and without wetting my pants.  And my cats were happy because I brought them food.  Otherwise I doubt they would have cared much one way or the other.

I still have those thin armor days, but they pass - more so as the days get warmer and longer. 

What have you been up to?  Is it turning to spring or fall in your area of the world?  Any good books on your reading list - I am currently reading the Wayward Pines trilogy - very "Lynchian" for those who are fans of the old Twin Peaks series.  It is a page turner from the first page to the last with a very, very interesting twist that I did not see coming at all!  Check it out.

The wind just blew and something just scuttled across my roof - it gave me shivers!  Too many scary stories....

Joyfully, Donna