4th of July

Our city celebrates the Fourth of July the week before.
Maybe they get the fireworks cheaper, or maybe just maybe we have it
Early so everyone from all the surrounding towns can come and
Celebrate with us.

That’s probably it. Anyhoooooooo it’s a three day celebration
Culminating with fireworks on Saturday evening. My husband and I
Wait till the sun goes down a bit (yep used to get my best tan on the
Fourth of July) and head up to the park.

What is really neat is for the last five or so years we can spend our
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ on ourselves!!! There aren’t little hands reaching
Into our back pockets begging for this t shirt, or this hat, this slushy
Or this double crust deep pan pepperoni pizza slice.

It has been nice hitting the beer/wine booth first and then meandering up and down
The center vendor isle choosing which delectable tastes we want to sample.
This year we had a Greek salad, a huge Italian sausage and some Italian ice.

Ah life is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But we do know that our first grand child is coming up the ranks fast so our $$$$$$$$$$$$
Next year will not be ours anymore.

Oh well it was sure nice while it lasted.

Remembrance

The tang of the freshly cut lawn drifted through the summer air.
Daddy’s grass cutter as it was called back then engraved neat little diagonal contours through the jade patches.

Sarah was born in the 50’s at the far end of the Baby Boom. In a time where parents didn’t worry as much about their children as they do today. It really was a simpler time for all.

Situated against her favorite tree Sarah was veiled from the rest of the world.
The mature weeping willow with its gently swaying tresses kept her perfectly concealed.
And that was what she treasured.

Being a quiet creative person, she thrived by her self. No silly questions to answer,
no prying eyes and no sharing her Precious items!

One of which she now held close to her heart.

Someone might break it by dropping it or throwing it across the room as her older brother
often threatened to do. If she didn’t stop “borrowing” his brown jeans.

Sarah forgot all her worries as she stretched out beneath her shelter and viewed the sky.

It was definitely magic she knew that much.

How else could she see so many colors?

With a flick of her wrist, the clouds seemed to part and rainbows of swirling color parade before her vary eyes. It was almost as if she controlled the crimsons, aquamarines and tangerines that mirrored in her sight.

She loved the complex colors and shapes appearing and disappearing.

It was her own private dream world where everything had dimension, color and composition.

Everything was perfect for Sarah today, under the shade of the old weeping willow.

Sports Illustrated Swim Suit?

It has been raining so much lately, I am glad I learned to swim.
You never know.
(See video). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydSjiwWpG34

We took this video not too long ago.
We live at the end of a street, where all the water seems to slope down too.

So seeing canoes and little boats in the middle of the intersection is not to rare of an occurrence.
I have called the mayor numerous times asking him if he would like to purchase the four houses on the corner.
(Okay so only one is mine) tear them down and make a retention basin or a park out of them.
His answer to that was
“Why would I make the city spend all that money for something that happens every 100 years?”
Well I am not anywhere near 100 years old and it’s happened 4 times already.
(Okay some days I do look and feel 100.)

The water crawls up the front yards and gets into the crawl spaces which aren’t very deep, about 18”. That is why there aren’t too many basements in my Town.

Well the garden is looking fabulous and the grass is as high as an Elephant’s eye.

Let’s hope I still look good in last years swim suit.

Forks in the Road

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I probably should have studied my first love
Archeology.
I would have much more satisfaction
digging up diamonds and rubies.
Brushing the ancient dust off
each gem lovingly with a soft mink paint brush.

Than I do sitting at a desk typing
and logging and invoicing etc.

Hmmmmmmmmm okay my daughter says
“Mom you can always go back to school.”
And she is right, but who would help pay the mortgage, food, bills and her collage expenses?
It’s nice to know she supports my idea of learning anyway.

How did I get where I am today? Was there a fork in the road that pointed one way to Carpel tunnel land or Indiana Jones?

I wish it had been that clear, instead of the vagueness of the paths that fork off, giving us
No idea to where and what we are headed.

Can we turn back? Once headed down a particular road? Or do we realize too late that we are on the wrong path?

Has anyone ever turned back and lived to tell the tale????????

I am sure some one has and there are books written all about it on shelves in many libraries all over the world.

Yes I will probably watch Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom tonight.

You are Never to Old To Learn

They say everyday is an opportunity for learning.

I do heartily agree with that.

I learned that the extra bottle of Cayenne pepper sprinkled on my growing garden
Will keep the little moochers away

As well as my dog who thinks he is fertilizing my garden, but is NOT!!!!!!!!!!

I also realized that those rusty tomato cages that I threw away last fall could be used today.

Oh well live and learn. My five tomato plants look strong and hearty. The two peppers
Plants are small and sleepy. (At this rate the salsa will not be ready till Christmas Eve.)

The basil looks good, but munched by some little creature.

(Doesn’t he know that Farfalle with tomato Basil sauce is $12.95 At Solace?”)

Little bastards are not getting my basil.

Stupid

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Have you ever done something you know is really stupid? But did it anyway?
Continuously?

Well I have been in ‘STUPID MODE” For about a month now. I just keep
Doing the same stupid things over and over, as if I can’t help it.

These Stupid things are really too Stupid to list here, or else I would.
Just know That I am being stupid.

So I decided to do a self portrait of a Jester today,
to show myself visually just How stupid I am
acting and just how stupid I look.

Let’s hope that Stupid leaves the building fast.

Loss

The sky has cleared,
All clouds have dispersed.
Though the sun
does not smile today.

She gradually gets up
off of her knees
though she was not aware
Of submitting.

The crimson flows
from the cuts and scrapes
The saline does
fall from her eyes.

She finally acknowledges
The loss.

Why must it always be Me?”
She asks
to no one in particular.

And no one
in particular
answers.

Life's Pallet

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The colors were a soft grey,
almost a caress.
The expression one rather
of worry not to inflict pain.

Though the terms
would have been painful
in any shade.

She appreciated that no knife
Was present to be pushed
into the already bruised flesh.

She nodded in agreement
Almost as if expecting these hues
to be squeezed onto her life’s Pallet.

Isn’t this what she wanted?
Wasn’t this what she asked for?
It was truly an answer to the prayer
she had been praying.

She wished it had been mauve,
Crimson or Phalo Blue.
“It is what it is.”
He told her.

She tried to hold her head up high
And thank and praise her creator.
But the future she wondered
what shades would it bring?

Re- Occuring dream

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I am dreaming of this rundown house we purchased awhile back.
I keep forgetting that we have it.
We must have bought it at a good price.
Every once In a while I remember it
and the fact that we haven’t taken possession of it yet and cleaned it out.
It is always the same house in my dream.
It’s terribly run down on the outside and when I wake up I am so glad that we didn’t really buy this house.

This time I remember telling my Grandpa to come and see it
and he shook my hands off him and made a sound
that he was outraged with the whole idea.

So I looked at my key chain and found the right keys.

My Husband went on ahead of me. That means something.
There were two fire trucks in the garage
that I knew I could get a pretty penny for on ebay.

When I got in the house I yelled hello there!!!!!!!!
And some little children came out.
I was not surprised that the house was occupied.
I told them it was okay and that they could stay.
But some of the older ones would have to pay rent,
which my husband said 250.00 a month was good.

I wanted enough to pay the mortgage, but my husband
Said $250.00 was good enough.

I remember the inside condition of the house was improving
Without us possessing it. I noticed a lot less furniture and antiques.
I remember trying to step out on to the terrace which I was delighted was
There, but not sure that the wooden floor boards would support my weight.

I also remember that the center of the house had become a store. And of course
I picked up some watercolor books and paints. I was surprised that the occupants of
The house hadn’t given us any money from the sales of the store since it was our house.

And then I noticed a white kitchen in the back and knew that it was a test kitchen for
My daughter Amy. It also had an apartment for her.

I awoke and again was glad that we hadn’t purchased that house.

Okay now for the translation. Grandpa, keys, Husband, fire trucks, terrace and rickety floor boards, and children.