slushy, mushy love...

It's cryin' time again, as the old song goes.  The filling station will more than likely be known as the dripping station if the price of gas increases much more.  With that in mind, I'll share a laugh or two- get your mind off the serious and onto the absurd.  Wait...no, we've had enough as that as well...hmmmmm.  How about onto the medicine of laughter?!

The Fish and I (don't have much time this morning so, we'll go with shortened names to protect the hurried...)

went to town yesterday.  He needed bird house makings and I needed to shop for a birthday present.  I suggested the man take me to lunch.  Appalled he was-  Sunday is the big day for the big meal...WITH dessert.  Never mind him- Chinese food seemed about right so we headed that a way.  One look at the parking lot and he said "they're packed, let's not go there."  I readjusted his chronic-crowd-phobia-attitude and pointed to a much available parking space.  This did not sit well with Big.

The man slammed some food on a plate from the available smorgasbord while I dithered here and dallied there, as I was fixing to find our seat I noticed a seemingly confused white headed stranger to my right.  I smiled at her, she sweetly smiled back.  "I do not know where I am supposed to be..." she said just as natural as if I were the tour guide for a cruise ship.  I surmised that miss sunshine probably got out as about as often as I did and got lost dallying and dithering too.  "Did you come with someone?"  "Yes", she said- "my husband."  "Oh, OK...what does he look like?"  She was so sweet, even when she looked as though she might flick my head with her fork.  "He's a man." 

 "Gotcha..." 

 I've been around seniors enough to know when Sometimers or Alzheimers has a person in it's sights.  I looked around the restaurant, hoping that I might help and not cause her any alarm or embarrassment.  I spied a single gentleman, 80ish..."Oh look, is that him?!"  She looked the way of my finger pointing and again met my gaze with the fork flicking attitude of a woman who was getting mighty tired of someone as dull and ignorant as me.

She let out a long sigh and proclaimed loudly for all the sweet and sour crowd to hear-

"No, my husband has hair!"

Surely there's a special place in heaven for people like me who only try to shield others from adversity in buffet lines.  My face turned red, a soon to be hot flash took notice and flared right then.  All eyes were on me while the white haired angel glared and thrust her fork in the air ready to jab when suddenly out of the corner of my eye in booth 22, I saw an old hairy man.

"Look!  Is that him?  He has hair and a beard and looks to be your age and...."

"Well, thank you honey." 

 And just like that, she walked away, leaving me with a plate half full at a buffet.  Such is life...

Take care-

(Need another laugh this morning since you're probably catching on to the fact that everything other than locally produced items now too have mighty hard to swallow fuel surcharges attached to the price?  Well then go here, giggle a little and 

snort through your tears...)

The Truth About Squirrels

Anything less than love

Good morning, how have you all been?! A little fattened up by your Easter banquet? My Easter four letter holi*- day presented a different kind of celebration- ribs and kite flying, bubbles off the deck floating on the wind, out over a lake.

Beautiful day with beautiful friends.

I did not attend the four walled kind of church, spending most of my time out under the big sky cathedral. The hymn that was fixed in my mind most of the day was "Unclouded Day"- good old time music.

The February nursery garden supplied fresh radishes and delectable greens, the bright yet sprightly still chives- ended up in a vinaigrette made for sharing.
I gathered a bouquet of yellow tulips and budding branches from the apple tree, mixed in some walking stick willow stems and delivered it all there to the house on the lake in an old blue Ball jar.(The flowers, not the salad...oh my.) The old green Ford carried me and the flowers to the place of laughter and guitars, hammocks made for two- a virtual love palace. One of those places that you are made to feel welcome by the hugs and smiles of the inhabitants, as if you'd been there before... A few there had never shared a meal with the fellow across the table from them, and yet...eating with your fingers, barbecue dripping off your face didn't seem odd or out of order, just made the grins more abundant.

Anything less than love would not have been welcome at that table, so without thinking, I acted accordingly.

"...Oh the land of cloudless days
Oh the land of an unclouded sky
Oh they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh they tell me of an unclouded day..."

written by Rev.J K Alwood

It felt like an uncluttered, light and breezy dry day- and yet, there were storm clouds all around, heavy with rain, though not an ounce of precipitation from me or the sky, hallelujah!

Take care-

(*holidays stink. This one was different though, and once again I find myself being ever so thankful...not once identifying with those devilish eggs ;)

Was it the moon?

Good morning to you. Gee....I really don't have any words of wisdom or some spectacular happening, but much like the great Clint Eastwood, I received some fighting words, so off I go.

Lazy coconut, humph!!! I'll show ya a lazy coconut!!! I'll turn the tables on ya...that's just what I'll do! What have all you coconuts been doing this summer?! Hmmmmm...

Now that I've got my feathers ruffled up nice and fluffy...go ahead. Make my day.
What small, seemingly insignificant happening affected you most this summer?
Was it the moon?

Was it something a child said that melted your old hard heart and warmed it too?

Did you go on an adventure?

Did something happen in the Wal Mart parking lot that made you wonder about mankind?

Did you receive a kiss, a glance, an embrace that made you just darn glad to be alive...and reciprocating?

Did you see a movie that moved you?

Tell it like it is.
(And heck...be anonymous if you feel a bit to naked in the telling.)

I'm just all tuckered out, empty headed- and I need your inspiration. Because truly...just writing my thoughts does not mean a thing if I can't hear what you're thinking too. Sharing one's experiences sometimes helps lighten the load of another, makes them feel connected to the world at large. When you get right down to it, yes-there sure is alot wrong with this sometimes too wicked world, but for all the inhabitants on it, it is amazing to acknowledge that it works as well as it does.

Here. Right now. Yes-YOU!!!! Spill it......

To what is on the inside.

Holiday happenings here yesterday, preparations were massive in terms of cooking, cleaning, anxiety right before, wanting to cancel...snow accumulation requiring firing up the tractor to clear the way, kids came together in such a way that we pulled it all together just in time. The youngest daughter coming home from a sleep over, lane drifted shut, walked 3/4 of a mile to get home to help out- because she said she would. Lucky, bless-ed man who sees the heart there some far away day. Son took over tractor duty and cleared the drive and parking, even though he wasn't invited(girl party)-big man, good man there. Oldest daughter, goofy fun, had my ire up at first but made me laugh so hard with her "move" busting later, I almost peed my pants, joyful, joyful young woman. And then the party goers, the cookie bakers came-the table was piled high with goodies: We had cookie recipes from Sandy and Betty Crocker(hmmm, sisters?!) and a creme brulee' pie that was made for me but I was made to share it, can you imagine? Certain things aren't meant to be shared! And the zen like baker of that pie clicked away photo after photo while the zanyness was going on, frame after frame-we were jiving people! That's what she does though, brings the jive and jolly, thank goodness and Miss Aud. And the "really fast fudge" built by a gal from K.C originally, who loves organic and wants to give me money! Sure, anytime. And Meeechelle, my belle-Go buckeyes! Stimulated our conversation with her pure goodness, she does not contain her joy, ever- and we are all made the richer for it. Hey! Her chocolate chews seemed divine....she scares me sometimes, she has a direct line with YOU know who. Did I mention she's also a healer? Tis true, she massages people, and you won't be the same once she puts her hands on you. And our 3 day project girl who tusseled with the flour and cut outs and baking and decorating, not only did her cookies look bee-u-t-full, they tasted like heaven. And miss Kel and Deb from near came with their "stuff" and yes Maam, you do got the goods, don't you ever forget that, head high-walk it like you talk it-go shine. And miss aaaaah, dear sweet one to my heart, beautiful cookies shared baking with a little one related to the lovliest most generous man-the two of you bring so much to our table, I will have to take an entire lifetime to thank you, ok?! And the north side girl who has never let me forget that I am not alone, wonder if she knew how often I stumbled but was often picked up by her encouragement, she and her 4 redheads-the woman must be a saint! And my friend from long ago and always, my candle toting, ummmmm...let's just say always, the life of every party and sometimes every sadness. She brings life to life, even when one doesn't want to live much...the truest of the true, I pray she never changes, life would not be so darn orgy like if she did. HA!! All my love and thanks today-eat cookies, be happy! Take care-