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… she's not coming down 'til it all makes sense again…


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Dog moments… frozen in time, can we please have these dogs forever…

Boo burps while holding a rubber toy in her mouth, which makes the toy vibrate which amplifies the burp. Which causes me to fall off the couch.

Poppy curls up behind me on the couch as I lean forward, typing, typing, ever typing, her face smushed between her paws, she patiently breathes, and waits for my next move.

Boo brings her blue rubber toy towards me, challenging, her mouth gaping, her eyes wide and round and wet and excited, and I see her little tail stump wiggling on her behind. I can’t take that seriously.

Franki stretches out with a comforter on the couch, and calls a dog to her. She lifts the blanket, and ZOOP, up jumps the puppy, snuggling into the girl…

Cassie stretches out with a comforter on the couch, and calls a dog to her. She lifts the blanket, and ZOOP, up jumps the puppy, snuggling into the girl…

Dani snatches up Boo, almost always Boo, and snaps  another series of selfies with a puppy, both so photogenic, never a bad pic between them…

Zack. Shouldn’t watch scary movies or read Stephen King’s “It”… Scoops up a dog, usually Boo, makes her sit in the bathroom while he takes a shower. Because psycho killers always strike while you’re most vulnerable… He also drags Boo down to the garage, when he has to go get a baseball or a badminton racket…

Dad… comes home off weird afternoon shift, calls Poppy back to the bedroom, lifts her up onto ridiculously high bed… and sleeps with her weaved through his shins, Poppy swirled and hogging the blankets, Dad’s feet sticking out in the cold night air

…can we please have them for many, many years.. I know not forever..

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Ring of Fire

I never much get excited about stargazing type things, but ever since I read Delores Claiborne about 12 times, I find eclipses a little more fascinating than most events… We can’t see it in the sky here in the U.S. but we can watch LIVE, a “ring of fire” lunar eclipse TOMORROW NIGHT on this website, slooh.com… the moon is at its farthest point from the earth, so it won’t be able to completely block out the sun, and will leave a cool “ring of fire” in the sky! That’s my limited understanding…
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do you know how many abusive husbands you could get to chase you in an alcoholic rage and fall to his DEATH down the abandoned well while everyone in town is distracted by the eclipse and so won’t be able to hear his strangled cries for help? Delores Claiborne reference…


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Moment of Zen

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My Timex 1440, Year 2, in the pool, outta the pool, sweating at the gym, crashing into the side of the washer and dryer as I pull clothes, smashing into fence posts, bashed with the shovel, scraping against the briars and the brambles, in the shower, in the sun, in the rain, hail, sleet, nothing fazes this watch yet, go, go, go… I kinda like this silly, cheap, funky, simple little watch, and I probably kinda identify with it a little, truth be told.. I think I am my watch… tic tic tic…

I have to hand my watch over to Zack though, when it’s daylight savings day, or I want and errant 4:45am alarm BLOWN UP… He knows how to press all those little buttons and in the right sequence… I can’t even read parts of my watch without my glasses anymore. It’s very sad. I’d really like to just sit down with him for a couple minutes, and actually concentrate and try to learn how to use all the features, now that I think about it… I love timers and alarms, they keep me motivated… I use the stovetop and microwave timers every day just about, to get things done that maybe I don’t much feel like doing… play Beat the Clock cleaning the bathrooms, or pulling that stinky filter from the washing machine…

Anyways, so he was removing that pesky 4:45am alarm a few weeks ago, and he must’ve accidently programmed an hourly little chime instead. Which at first was annoying. BEEP. another hour… BEEP… another hour BEEP… But then I remembered a little Zen kinda thingie I used to have on my computer.. a quiet chime that marked the hour, and reminded me to get my butt off the computer and smell the roses and stuff… at the time I needed that little reminder…

You can also use it to time your meditation: http://www.mindfulnessdc.org/bell/index.html Me, I don’t need that much any more, I’ve been using guided meditations on the mp3.., but still, a neat little tool.

But this hourly little chime on my wrist, I’ve gotten used to it, started to sorta use it to have a little moment of zen… stop and do a 360,  look around and see who and what’s around me that maybe I hadn’t noticed… or just take a breath… take stock of what I’m doing, what I’m spending my time on, my energy, my life… Because it is an exchange, we’re constantly trading our time on this earth for… what? things? pursuits? ruminations? regrets? dumb sh*t? cool sh*t? awesome sh*t? time with our kids? laughter? these are the things I’m learning to pay attention to… How am I spending my time, my life energy…

this morning when the chime went off at 7am, I was on the computer researching lilies and tulips and daffodils

at 8am, I was tossing a ball of yarn back and forth across the livingroom with Zack, Cassie was laughing at my lousy aim, Poppy had put her squeaky rubber bone on my chair so I would throw it, but I didn’t see it

at 9am, my husband was at the table, his hair all askew, drinking coffee, talking about work, which makes me sleep with my eyes open and glazed over

stopping and smellin the roses… oh boy…


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Yardsailing

YARDSALE

That’s me in a couple years, white hair and judging harshly the silver-plated offerings…

Yard sailing season officially in full swing, I got the shabbiest chic-est stuff today, without even tryin’…big pile of worn out (broken in) towels, sooooo soffffft and the palest palest pastels… they’re so shabby, Grandma would be horrified… but so soft and so limp, they’re heavy, like towels used to be, dense, made out of… real towel stuff…

a set of baby blue sheets that feel like.. sweet baby angel wings against your skin…

3 CD set of gospel classics with the Oak Ridge Boys and other white dudes, which was a bit of a disappointment because I saw “gospel” and thought “gospel choir”, which it ain’t, but it was in the free pile, so I can’t complain, but somehow I still managed to kvetch about it…

brand new sparkling magenta, not purple, not pink, it is MAGENTA,  hula hoop, for a dime!, that’s like… two nickels!

football spikes for Zack’s colossal amazing growing feet $1, he wanted $2, but laughed when I had the audacity to offer $1. They were brand new, and name-brand, and RED, which means FAST… he said, awwww take ’em…

waterproof Totes hiking boots for whoever fits em $1, same guy as the spikes, I offered $1, he laughed and said take ’em. I have zero shame. None. Not a molecule.

solid wood but made in taiwan sofa table what-fer paintin’ to match the dining room set and use as a side-board/junk catcher, hey let’s call it what it is…I started at $5 for it but she beat me up good and got $8 off me. I might mosaic the top too..

Oooooo and a stretchy bracelet with aurora borealis Austrian type crystals that throws tiny dancing colored lights all over my car when the sunlight hits my wrist and almost made me wreck till I figured out where it was coming from… I thought God was trying to tell me something as I did 65 down Rt 376

best score was a white waffle-knit cotton extra shabby and broken in blanket, for my bed when Mom and Dad visit.. Seems my floofy sweet baby angel wing satiny silky  peach comforter is like a FURNACE for them, especially Dad, so I tried giving them a vintage knit bedspread to use, but it was too big and bulky and hung over the edges of the bed, trapping them in its death weight… so then I tried stitching together two amazingly soft REAL PERCALE sheets, to make a sorta lightweight coverlet, but that one was too small for both of them to wrap in, and I think Dad ended up with frozen feet… I was starting to think of my Dad as some weird sorta hairy, masculine Goldilocks, you know, the porridge is too hot, the porridge is too cold, the porridge is too bulky, the porridge is too floooooofy… Or maybe he’s more like the Princess and the Pea… hmmmm… not sure he would appreciate EITHER characterization…  So I’m ready for the next visit, because that white cotton waffle knit is “juuuuuuust right,”  just like Baby Bear’s porridge and he will eat it all up… or something…

Took the kids and puppies to Dairy Queen for a little chocolate on chocolate action (dip cones), oh my gosh, I want another one now… Tied the horse out for a while and got some gardening in, transplanted tulips, planted some iris and hosta divisions… what a gorgeous day, grateful for another one…


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the boy is creating his own language, because he finds our weird spelling and particularly diphthongs to be irritating… he has 33 letters in his alphabet, and walks about the house, speaking in what he calls “Zaclaton” or something

Was thrift-shopping today at the Army of Salvation, half-off day, my happy place…  lately I keep coming back to the soft nylon nighties… like Grandma wore… they are looking sooooo soft and comfortable… comforting… missing my grandma maybe… I miss her funny little button nose, and her black curls, I miss her vaccine scar, and I miss her dry, papery hands, and her foofy socks, and her football purse and her leather covered bible, and her parrot-colored walls, and the loud TV, and the daytime soaps, and Matlock… she did love her nylon and polyester. She wore something like these in summer:

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And then in winter:

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housecoats

She ran hot most of the time, so I don’t remember her wearing much more than this around the house, even in winter, housecoat over the nylon nightie, nothing on the collars, actually no collar, she couldn’t have anything around her neck.. so much trouble to breathe, get air.. Grandma never smoked, but had damaged lungs from childhood, developed emphysema, gagging, racking cough… Coughed through childhood, back when tuberculosis was killing, she didn’t have tb, but sometimes felt the sting of being feared and avoided, ostracized for her cough…. mothers yanking their children away from her general direction.. people were afraid back then, of coughs

thinking back, maybe a lot of her clothing was cut and rolled, like the collars were cut off, and then the soft fabric just rolled under, kinda like when  you cut a tshirt, it doesn’t unravel… she had large-printed polyester blouses, with a full yoke and back, but they were sleeveless… her pants were sometimes taken in and let out, the seams a little ragged, the elastic springing from unraveling waist-bands,  she developed favorites and they must’ve been through the wash 14,000 times

Grandma and Pap didn’t sort laundry, not for color, not for material weight, nothing… their clothes had been washed so many times, they wouldn’t dare bleed out! Pap’s black socks, Grandma’s big splashy floral print blouses and house coats, Pap’s thread-bare white plaid pajamas, bath towels, kitchen towels, pillow cases, they all went into one load! And in the dryer, those clothes were dried until they crackled! HOT! Strange, strange laundry loads, and when you folded them, you had 8500 different little piles, and had to travel all over the house to put the load away. I’m sure when the kids were home it was different, because right now I have so much laundry each week, I can actually divide it into 2 gray/pastel loads, 2 black/navyblue loads, 1 kitchen towel load, 2 bath towel loads, 1 white load, 1 red load, and 1 turquoise load… (to be fair, the red load and the turquoise load take about 2 weeks to accumulate)

Her health problems, in some ways they didn’t limit her, she went on to have 6 children, against Dr’s orders… but her health did keep her a little isolated… she didn’t go to church, though she dearly loved the Lord and her Bible. Pap went to church on Sundays, and Grandma had her TV preachers. The earliest I remember is Jimmy Swaggart and that strange Kathryn Kuhlman lady… I google her every once in a while, just to make sure she was real. I don’t think Grandma was into her, but she watched her. She sent her money to Jimmy. And Earnest. And Rex Humbard. I think he was her favorite. And later she was into Robert Schuller/Crystal Cathedral/Hour of Power. I actually didn’t mind this one, he was a good speaker and smiled a lot, he was witty, wry even…

I just left on a wild google tangent, lost 20 minutes of my life looking up Rev Schuller’s policies, particularly that he fought against his family when they tried to exclude homosexuals from the church… and then I really fell down the rabbit hole and got linked to Jonah Falcon, with the world’s largest penis?? … How did I get here? lol! innernetzzzzz…..

Was at Anderson’s the other day, picking up the chocolate crosses for Easter, for my mom, she still buys them… A 1 lb egg is now $26, I think. Grandma used to buy each of the adults one of those eggs, and the kids got a large chocolate bunny. I used to ask for the white chocolate. I don’t buy Anderson’s any more. And why did I ask for white chocolate?! What a waste! I think of Grandma a lot in spring, and around Easter, I think it was her happiest time, the renewal, the promise of spring, health, life… I loved when she held the babies and called them “little lamb”  I could never get away with that. lol!

schniffle….schniffle…