Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Devon Rex - in the house!
There is a new baby in my home. A six month old, white, female Devon Rex kitten. My awesome friend, Marie, came with me to pick up the kitten, along with my sister, Glenda. It was a truly wonderful day OUT of the city. I had forgotten what it was like to have a Devon Rex kitten. It's challenging. I feel guilty leaving her at home while I go to work. Devons don't seem to mature at the same rate as other cats. At six months, this one is still very much a baby. I took a few days off work to ease the transition. She has my little dog and a Selkirk Rex cat friend to keep her company - but, she wants her "mom". I'm calling her Halo.
She is very talkative and doesn't hesitate to yell at me. Keiko, my white Chinese Crested is in love with her. The kitten seems to like the dog, but is quite bossy with the other cat. My sister, Glenda, remarked that it is lovely to have a white Devon in the house again. I may get another to keep her company. Devon Rex prefer Devon Rex - it is known. I'll have to see how it goes with the other pets. Devons tend to gravitate to top of the food chain. My life seems to have reached a plateau - the view is great!
Friday, April 8, 2016
Just sayin'
"Where the good road crosses the hard road is a sacred place." Standing Elk
"WE are the ones we have been waiting for..." - Michael Tellinger
"We have two lives - the one we learn from and the one we live after that..” - Bernard Malamud, The Natural.
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw
“Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.” – Winston Churchill
...a lot can happen between Now & Never... - Peter Balish to Sansa Stark.
Don't be too hasty to judge us by our past; our futures have yet to be written. Tom Mason - Falling Skies
“We both started out in the same place, You can come back from this, I know you can. This can’t be it, it can’t be. You gotta be able to come back from this.” - Rick, The Walking Dead (Episode: Clear)
"Don't be afraid of things that scare you!" Laurabythelake
"We are here, this is now" - Planet of the Apes
"You get what you get" - Laurabythelake
“I worry that when I die my partner will sell my stuff for what I said I paid for it”- Anon.
"It doesn't matter how rich you are, you can always be broke. Happily, the reverse is also true." - Laurabythelake
"I'm pretty sure I don't what to be where I'm going." - Anon.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Just Sayin'
"We have two lives - the one we learn from and the one we live after that..” - Bernard Malamud, The Natural.
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw
“Courage is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.” – Winston Churchill
...a lot can happen between Now & Never... - Peter Balish to Sansa Stark.
Don't be too hasty to judge us by our past; our futures have yet to be written. Tom Mason - Falling Skies
“We both started out in the same place,You can come back from this, I know you can. This can’t be it, it can’t be. You gotta be able to come back from this.” - Rick, The Walking Dead (Episode: Clear)
"Don't be afraid of things that scare you!" Laurabythe lake
"We are here, this is now" - Planet of the Apes
"You get what you get" - Laurabythelake
“I worry that when I die my partner will sell my stuff for what I said I paid for it”- Anon.
"It doesn't matter how rich you are, you can always be broke. Happily, the reverse is also true." - Laurabythelake
"I'm pretty sure I don't what to be where I'm going." - Anon.
Monday, March 23, 2015
the colour of melting snow...
Toronto, March 23, 2015.
On the train this morning I picked up on a lady's energy - felt like a-steamroller-going-a-hundred-miles-an-hour. In contrast, my own energy is like a fluffy cloud. I will admit to being envious of her Full-Steam-Ahead... I have only a vague idea of where my ahead lies. Day-after-day my footsteps lead me down the same paths I've walked for years. I like to notice colours: the sun reflecting off glass and brick or melting snow...Exactly what colour is that anyway?
Buildings go up and come down, people come and go. Still, I have no idea where I'm really going. I'm just doing, for now. I don't believe that can be a good thing. I make changes to my world, but nothing really changes. It's all water to the sea. The tree falls in the forest and if I'm not there to hear it, it's just the sound of the forest. As I am the sound the of city. A city which is really a ravenous animal that consumes my life.
Time rolls on. As soon as I climb out of my boat, I'm getting a horse. I am determined I will ride into the sunset...wherever that goes. Just chasin' the rainbows end. My sister is hoping for something more concrete for me. My main focus is one step at a time. She forgets, that's how you run!
One piece at-a-time and one day the puzzle will reveal itself (hope hope). Like reading tea leaves, I peer to see the secret revealed... the colour of melting snow.
On the train this morning I picked up on a lady's energy - felt like a-steamroller-going-a-hundred-miles-an-hour. In contrast, my own energy is like a fluffy cloud. I will admit to being envious of her Full-Steam-Ahead... I have only a vague idea of where my ahead lies. Day-after-day my footsteps lead me down the same paths I've walked for years. I like to notice colours: the sun reflecting off glass and brick or melting snow...Exactly what colour is that anyway?
Buildings go up and come down, people come and go. Still, I have no idea where I'm really going. I'm just doing, for now. I don't believe that can be a good thing. I make changes to my world, but nothing really changes. It's all water to the sea. The tree falls in the forest and if I'm not there to hear it, it's just the sound of the forest. As I am the sound the of city. A city which is really a ravenous animal that consumes my life.
Time rolls on. As soon as I climb out of my boat, I'm getting a horse. I am determined I will ride into the sunset...wherever that goes. Just chasin' the rainbows end. My sister is hoping for something more concrete for me. My main focus is one step at a time. She forgets, that's how you run!
One piece at-a-time and one day the puzzle will reveal itself (hope hope). Like reading tea leaves, I peer to see the secret revealed... the colour of melting snow.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
What I will be...
I've frequently looked at things and thought "oh this would be nice to do when I'm older..." And, I deligently put things away for when that time might come. I have to say, it is interesting now to see the STUFFS that now serve to remind me of exactly who I am.
It appears this has been an underlying quest, to discover who I am. When I was younger, I frequently shifted my job so that I could be "in the real world". And, was never able to quite figure out what that meant. Was it the glamorous office job, or the 9-1 floppy bar gig that I pursued? I have always lived on the perimeter; never really committing to either.
I read somewhere that people are either builders or caretakers. As I have, apparently, failed at being a caretaker, I must be a builder....
What kind of world should I build. So far, I have populated it with a trio of cats and a funny dog. Cartoon characters all. I share my space with students. I like people who aspire. I make jewelry to give away, because it is my gift and privilege to do so. I have very few friends. I don't live in any persons pocket. I am happy to have my OWN opinion.
I know my grandparents would be proud of me, and that's something that makes me feel very good about myself.
I have made mistakes. I openly apologize for ALL of them. I may have done some on purpose. I was WRONG. At least, I was trying.
I believe in LOVE. Even though, in this life, I appear to be doomed to live alone. I have a pure heart and I am loyal - much to my detriment. I can't change.
I've worked hard, and am committed to always doing so.
What are we, if not the fruit of our labours? Some labours are more fruity than others....
It appears this has been an underlying quest, to discover who I am. When I was younger, I frequently shifted my job so that I could be "in the real world". And, was never able to quite figure out what that meant. Was it the glamorous office job, or the 9-1 floppy bar gig that I pursued? I have always lived on the perimeter; never really committing to either.
I read somewhere that people are either builders or caretakers. As I have, apparently, failed at being a caretaker, I must be a builder....
What kind of world should I build. So far, I have populated it with a trio of cats and a funny dog. Cartoon characters all. I share my space with students. I like people who aspire. I make jewelry to give away, because it is my gift and privilege to do so. I have very few friends. I don't live in any persons pocket. I am happy to have my OWN opinion.
I know my grandparents would be proud of me, and that's something that makes me feel very good about myself.
I have made mistakes. I openly apologize for ALL of them. I may have done some on purpose. I was WRONG. At least, I was trying.
I believe in LOVE. Even though, in this life, I appear to be doomed to live alone. I have a pure heart and I am loyal - much to my detriment. I can't change.
I've worked hard, and am committed to always doing so.
What are we, if not the fruit of our labours? Some labours are more fruity than others....
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Valentines...
As hard as you work, you can't EARN love. Try as you might, you can't MAKE someone love you. Because you WANT love, it doesn't mean you'll GET it. You might even HAVE love, it doesn't mean you WANT it. You can GIVE love, still you might not GET love in return.
Love is.
It bends and shapes itself over time. You can put it away, but in the end, it's undeniable. Its part of entanglement. Hell, maybe it is entanglement. If you love someone who is HORRIBLE, it doesn't matter. You will still love them. You can be an excellent person, but you might be VOID of love. When you ask for love, it can come from unexpected places. If you are lucky or unlucky, it's something that happens, if you want it to or not.
One thing is for certain...we don't DESERVE love.
There is no before love, and no after love.
It has a quantum quality. It either is - or it isn't; and, exists as both simultaneously.
This is what I have come to know about Love.
Happy Valentines.
Love is.
It bends and shapes itself over time. You can put it away, but in the end, it's undeniable. Its part of entanglement. Hell, maybe it is entanglement. If you love someone who is HORRIBLE, it doesn't matter. You will still love them. You can be an excellent person, but you might be VOID of love. When you ask for love, it can come from unexpected places. If you are lucky or unlucky, it's something that happens, if you want it to or not.
One thing is for certain...we don't DESERVE love.
There is no before love, and no after love.
It has a quantum quality. It either is - or it isn't; and, exists as both simultaneously.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels... yet have not love...I Corinthians:13
I am nothing.
This is what I have come to know about Love.
Happy Valentines.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Things I would rather be doing...
My work;
making jewellery;
anything with a horse;
cleaning my apt.;
having tea with my friends;
playing guitar with friends;
studying;
going on a roadtrip with my sister;
but, most of all,
...I'd rather be with you.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Weight and Stuff and TS Elliott...
"WEIGHT and STUFF are simply barriers against a world we THINK is threatening."
Weight and My Little Pony...I build awesome barriers!
The past couple of weeks have been electric, connections buzzing.
Recovering from LOSS and hardship, I come to realize...
I have fallen into obscurity, FAR from my personal feminine vision.
To extracate myself from a VERY dark place, I must now fumble towards a light.
Self Examination.
I peek into mirrors, almost afraid to look. I barely recognize the person who looks back.
Is this me?
What IS my feminine vision?
I don't remember... So much a part of me, I simply took for granted. Now, unknown. I'm scrabbling. Who is this person I have come to be?
I am NO ONE.
Once,
A musician, a singer/songwriter/guitar player; a girl / a daughter; ALMOST a wife; good at sports; popular..
Now,
I WORK for the gov't; sometimes, I make jewellery; a landlady; a pet mom; a sister; reclusive...
My world has grown quite SMALL. I don't trust. Experience cautions me to shield myself from any attempt at risk taking; however, that is not MY nature.
I believe in MY nature. I was born in the year of the HORSE. I promise to act courageously in the face of the obscurity I have allowed myself to drown in. My higher self - WILL - finds a hold. I will trust again.
Tumbling and getting back up - LIVING.
If you don't get back up....you're dead. And, by the way...
“That corpse you planted last year in your garden, “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?"I have been DEAD, living in the scorched earth.
"...fear, in a handful of dust"
"April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain..."In time, we ALL grow green again...
Friday, September 26, 2014
"Now it's time to say goodbye to ALL our company..."
I decided that I should begin selling off some of my COLLECTIONS. I purchased an online seller photo kit on ebay for about a hundred bucks. Wow - suddenly I have nice photos! That was a worthwhile purchase!
One of my favorite pieces of art is by Dr Seuss. It's called "a man who has made an unwise purchase". It depicts a nicely dressed man proudly carrying off a rarified CHICKEN. I love it! How many times have I bought something wondering "What The??????"
I do love my Collections. Trouble is, I have too many. So, downsizing is a good thing.
At this moment in time I can proudly say that I have ALL of the G1 My Little Pony. Including UK and Dutch!
How did it begin? Well, my spousal person was hanging around with an old girlfriend... He invited her to a get together at our home. She was curating an art show - the Pony Project - and brought one as a Hostess gift. SUNSPOT. He was the first.
Why did I begin to collect? Was it out of anger at my spouse? Hmmmm. What the heck, who cares? All that matters is I started to collect them.
Predictably, as when your spouse starts hanging out with old girlfriends, our relationship ENDED. My father also passed and left me with a HUGE number of unresolved issues. I collected MORE. I even went for HELP. In retrospect, I now realize I was only seeking REFUGE. Happily, it was pleasant to be part of the pony community. And I, like many, have come to be fond of it.
Now I feel it's time to Move On. I listed some of my Collection for sale. I began by listing all my "Doubles". They SOLD in one day and generated inquiries about others I wasn't ready to sell yet. But I agreed to sell them anyway.
Packing up for shipment is hard. I look at them and see how beautiful they are. I can see how HARD I worked to get (be) the very best, under the circumstances.
Looking at them now, I did a Good Job! Personally, I was suffering. But still, I managed to do something right.
It's hard to Let Go. I tell myself their construction is such they won't last forever, the current market is strong...These are good reasons. When you make the decision to collect, sometimes you come out ahead, and sometimes you lose. It's the journey that's important. They showed me a safe place - a cocoon. I didn't WANT change. But no matter, TIME is upon all of us. Like it, or not. Like the cat thrown from a window, yet somehow landing on it's feet, I landed in the pop culture phenomina that is - My Little Pony.
As the song goes..."Who can say if I've been changed for the better...I've been changed for good"
The sun goes down and I no longer own ALL the G1 My Little Pony.
Am I a different person? Yes. I no longer need a safe place to hide. I can EMERGE. I can finally see MYSELF in all the craziness in my closet. And, I will celebrate with all the pink and glitter and awesomeness that is...My Little Pony.
One of my favorite pieces of art is by Dr Seuss. It's called "a man who has made an unwise purchase". It depicts a nicely dressed man proudly carrying off a rarified CHICKEN. I love it! How many times have I bought something wondering "What The??????"
I do love my Collections. Trouble is, I have too many. So, downsizing is a good thing.
At this moment in time I can proudly say that I have ALL of the G1 My Little Pony. Including UK and Dutch!
How did it begin? Well, my spousal person was hanging around with an old girlfriend... He invited her to a get together at our home. She was curating an art show - the Pony Project - and brought one as a Hostess gift. SUNSPOT. He was the first.
Why did I begin to collect? Was it out of anger at my spouse? Hmmmm. What the heck, who cares? All that matters is I started to collect them.
Predictably, as when your spouse starts hanging out with old girlfriends, our relationship ENDED. My father also passed and left me with a HUGE number of unresolved issues. I collected MORE. I even went for HELP. In retrospect, I now realize I was only seeking REFUGE. Happily, it was pleasant to be part of the pony community. And I, like many, have come to be fond of it.
Now I feel it's time to Move On. I listed some of my Collection for sale. I began by listing all my "Doubles". They SOLD in one day and generated inquiries about others I wasn't ready to sell yet. But I agreed to sell them anyway.
Packing up for shipment is hard. I look at them and see how beautiful they are. I can see how HARD I worked to get (be) the very best, under the circumstances.
Looking at them now, I did a Good Job! Personally, I was suffering. But still, I managed to do something right.
It's hard to Let Go. I tell myself their construction is such they won't last forever, the current market is strong...These are good reasons. When you make the decision to collect, sometimes you come out ahead, and sometimes you lose. It's the journey that's important. They showed me a safe place - a cocoon. I didn't WANT change. But no matter, TIME is upon all of us. Like it, or not. Like the cat thrown from a window, yet somehow landing on it's feet, I landed in the pop culture phenomina that is - My Little Pony.
As the song goes..."Who can say if I've been changed for the better...I've been changed for good"
The sun goes down and I no longer own ALL the G1 My Little Pony.
Am I a different person? Yes. I no longer need a safe place to hide. I can EMERGE. I can finally see MYSELF in all the craziness in my closet. And, I will celebrate with all the pink and glitter and awesomeness that is...My Little Pony.
Friday, August 8, 2014
"Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many."
It's another glorious summer weekend! I am free to do whatever pleases me. Time is MINE to spend...
These are the golden days.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Living in the moment IS paying honour to the past...
I read somewhere that my most important role in this lifetime is to truly know and understand - ME.
Interesting. With every little thing screaming and grabbing for my attention, how well do I really know myself?
I'm pretty sure I thought I knew, once upon a time...
It's true. I have often let events and places frame who I am.
At some level, we ALL get stuck in a rut.
My sister LOVED my recent batch of handmade jewellery. It was a joy to see her try and sort out favorites.
I really fretted over this batch. For months I was like rumpelstiltskin bent over my bench...questioning the relevance of what I was making. My friendly dogwalker lady quipping and offering wry observations; day-after-day I poured through piles of tiny rhinestones to glue to bottlecaps.
In the end, it all turned out for the best. I'm happy - and ready - to present the latest and greatest on my etsy site. It's been a long time coming. I finally feel my life is making sense, and I have direction.
I'm sad to be alone at this time in my life, but I am proud to be a North American woman - independent, opinionated and ABLE to deal on my own. I have to accept that maybe this, being alone, is part of what that means.
What I have come to understand about myself is that I don't give up - I find a way. It's not always pretty. I'm not always pretty, but I am ME...and I will find a way.
It's hard to accept when things can't be fixed. The future awaits, make the moments count.
From last night's episode of Defiance..
The lady mayor in response to difficult decisions...
"...sometimes, just not giving up is enough."
Interesting. With every little thing screaming and grabbing for my attention, how well do I really know myself?
I'm pretty sure I thought I knew, once upon a time...
It's true. I have often let events and places frame who I am.
At some level, we ALL get stuck in a rut.
My sister LOVED my recent batch of handmade jewellery. It was a joy to see her try and sort out favorites.
I really fretted over this batch. For months I was like rumpelstiltskin bent over my bench...questioning the relevance of what I was making. My friendly dogwalker lady quipping and offering wry observations; day-after-day I poured through piles of tiny rhinestones to glue to bottlecaps.
In the end, it all turned out for the best. I'm happy - and ready - to present the latest and greatest on my etsy site. It's been a long time coming. I finally feel my life is making sense, and I have direction.
I'm sad to be alone at this time in my life, but I am proud to be a North American woman - independent, opinionated and ABLE to deal on my own. I have to accept that maybe this, being alone, is part of what that means.
What I have come to understand about myself is that I don't give up - I find a way. It's not always pretty. I'm not always pretty, but I am ME...and I will find a way.
It's hard to accept when things can't be fixed. The future awaits, make the moments count.
From last night's episode of Defiance..
The lady mayor in response to difficult decisions...
"...sometimes, just not giving up is enough."
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Don't postphone happiness!
The good news is - "...trying and failing will eventually lead to trying and succeeding".
Instead of dwelling on how I ended up where I was, I imagine where I want to be and the accompanying feeling of achievement.
For me, I imagine the immense feeling of leading a horse out of the stable. The huge rush, anticipation and connectedness - the "Look at me! I own the world!" feeling.
In the words of a great musical "Don't dream it - Be it!".
Instead of attempting / trying to, one day, Get THERE - just make this moment your own - RIGHT NOW.
Don't postphone happiness.
No more waiting! It's already here! Take the magic with you - don't put it on a pedestal for "some day" - put it in your pocket for right now!
If you are reading this, I hope you find it helpful.
C.S. Lewis wrote:
"Everyday in a life fills the rest of the life with anticipation and memory, and these are that day".
Hold on to the good ones and replay them like a favorite song.
Instead of dwelling on how I ended up where I was, I imagine where I want to be and the accompanying feeling of achievement.
For me, I imagine the immense feeling of leading a horse out of the stable. The huge rush, anticipation and connectedness - the "Look at me! I own the world!" feeling.
In the words of a great musical "Don't dream it - Be it!".
Instead of attempting / trying to, one day, Get THERE - just make this moment your own - RIGHT NOW.
Don't postphone happiness.
No more waiting! It's already here! Take the magic with you - don't put it on a pedestal for "some day" - put it in your pocket for right now!
If you are reading this, I hope you find it helpful.
C.S. Lewis wrote:
"Everyday in a life fills the rest of the life with anticipation and memory, and these are that day".
Hold on to the good ones and replay them like a favorite song.
You have to be ALIVE to write - Graham Nash
First steps are the hardest.
I have not been at work this year...and I was planning that this year would be better - sigh. Well, I'm back now. 3 days a week for the time being. I got really sick this winter. Thyroid was off. Bloodwork was off. Heart was off. I struggled to keep up over Christmas and blamed the weather...When I finally called my sister - who had to abandon the two children she has custody of...find a ride to the city - and come to my rescue...we went to the dr and found out my bloodwork was a total mess. I was scared. Suddenly it occurred to me that things might not get better. I remembered the days of watching my mother struggle after a life changing stroke - the life she knew and her abilities snatched away forever...I became afraid. We take things for granted. The past couple of weeks I've been spending my time wrapping crystals. Awesome job...if I do say so. I can't wait to show off my handiwork to my sis. I've been feeling a bit better. For now, my world is still pretty small. I survived the winter and the hard times. I count my blessings.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Easter
I have been down. Often wondering where my next step should take me. I am alone in a big city I no longer love - or understand. I still have a long way to go. Sometimes it feels like I'm back at the beginning. Or maybe that's the way it always is... I'm okay. I've been better. Everyday is a chance to get things right. I do my best, and then move on... try to find my inner grace and live up to my vision.
I'll make a list - a kind of treasure map...only my map is alive and constantly changing. My crew - a fuzzy-faced dog and 3 steadfast cats. I plot my course carefully, as everything depends on my steady ability to pilot this paper boat to safe landing.
So, I'm stubborn. Something I have to live with. It keeps me strong, but it makes vunerable. I hold onto things past their expiry date. A lesson from my wise 8-year old nephew who counselled me to let go of a rabbit foot he had given me. When it fell apart, I wanted to fix it. He said the luck was gone from it and that I should just let it go. When will I learn?
I turn to the things that make me ME. I play my guitar. I search for the words that will make things alright. None come. I make jewellery from bottle caps and found items. I look for beauty in everyday things.
...and one day I will venture out of my shell.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Weak Tea...
Firefly is the type of spaceship piloted by Captain Mal Reynolds
Mal, in response to taking on passengers....
With these words resonating...I begin. In my own way, I have became the Captain of my own version of the Firefly, a three bedroom apt I found myself with when my spouse of 22 years moved out - suddenly.
After a reasonable amount of time had passed, it became clear that this wasn't just a couple of months to think things out...I had to either "get paid" - or be "dead in the water" and so, I took on a couple of passengers... two roommates.
One a lady of my own age and reasonably similar circumstance. Hasn't turned out so very well, and she will soon be ending her journey with me. Lessons learned; lessons are costly. Now I know what to look for and what I can set out in my terms.
One - a young man - less than 1/2 my age. This has turned out rather well so far. And so, more lessons learned... For now, I'm juggling my cargo, trying to keep my craft in the air. Looking for opportunities...
Captain Reynolds suffered a jaw dropping defeat at the battle at "Serenity"...a battle that might have been won...but sadly wasn't.
Like Captain Reynolds, I too have suffered my own heart stopping, gut wrenching defeat. A personal battle, the taste of hard won gains squandered in the last moments...
Operative:
Mal:
Mal, in response to taking on passengers....
"The last two jobs we had were weak tea. If we don't get paid for this, we don't have enough to fuel the ship, much less keep her repaired... We'll be dead in the water."
With these words resonating...I begin. In my own way, I have became the Captain of my own version of the Firefly, a three bedroom apt I found myself with when my spouse of 22 years moved out - suddenly.
After a reasonable amount of time had passed, it became clear that this wasn't just a couple of months to think things out...I had to either "get paid" - or be "dead in the water" and so, I took on a couple of passengers... two roommates.
One a lady of my own age and reasonably similar circumstance. Hasn't turned out so very well, and she will soon be ending her journey with me. Lessons learned; lessons are costly. Now I know what to look for and what I can set out in my terms.
One - a young man - less than 1/2 my age. This has turned out rather well so far. And so, more lessons learned... For now, I'm juggling my cargo, trying to keep my craft in the air. Looking for opportunities...
Captain Reynolds suffered a jaw dropping defeat at the battle at "Serenity"...a battle that might have been won...but sadly wasn't.
Like Captain Reynolds, I too have suffered my own heart stopping, gut wrenching defeat. A personal battle, the taste of hard won gains squandered in the last moments...
Operative:
"You've done remarkable things. But you're fighting a war you've already lost."
Mal:
"Yeah well, I'm known for that."
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Just Sayin'
Don't be too hasty to judge us by our past; our futures have yet to be written. Tom Mason - Falling Skies
“We both started out in the same place,You can come back from this, I know you can. This can’t be it, it can’t be. You gotta be able to come back from this.” - Rick, The Walking Dead (Episode: Clear)
"Don't be afraid of things that scare you!" Laurabythe lake
"We are here, this is now" - Planet of the Apes
"You get what you get" - Laurabythelake
“I worry that when I die my partner will sell my stuff for what I said I paid for it”- Anon.
"It doesn't matter how rich you are, you can always be broke. Happily, the reverse is also true." - Laurabythelake
"I'm pretty sure I don't what to be where I'm going." - Anon.
"Everything's Norbal" Marty Matchstick
It's "Nice" Rob.
“We both started out in the same place,You can come back from this, I know you can. This can’t be it, it can’t be. You gotta be able to come back from this.” - Rick, The Walking Dead (Episode: Clear)
"Don't be afraid of things that scare you!" Laurabythe lake
"We are here, this is now" - Planet of the Apes
"You get what you get" - Laurabythelake
“I worry that when I die my partner will sell my stuff for what I said I paid for it”- Anon.
"It doesn't matter how rich you are, you can always be broke. Happily, the reverse is also true." - Laurabythelake
"I'm pretty sure I don't what to be where I'm going." - Anon.
"Everything's Norbal" Marty Matchstick
It's "Nice" Rob.
Monday, December 30, 2013
Dear Dog and Cats...
Dear Dogs and Cats:
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing.
The hallway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the end is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a queen-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think anyone will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.
The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.
Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:
TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur' -niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people;
(7) don't smoke or drink,
(8) don't want to wear your clothes,
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children
Written by anon.
Christmas 2013
Well, almost a New Year… Hopefully a better one. When I ask myself if I’m in a better place than this time last year – I’d have to say yes. I guess that’s what really counts. I have some plans to make this year better – I think that’s the key. So glad for my silly dog and the little fur balls.
Glenda’s little Pekingese - Niimeh - was probably the MOST happy to see me of everyone! He lived at my place for the first two months he was with Glenda and subsequently LOVES me. The kids were all meh – whatever...They are in their own worlds. My nephew, Cody, who was happy to see me and would like to spend time is on a very short leash with his pregnant girlfriend. So we only had a very brief visit. Barely long enough to open presents and that was that. Angela was happy to see me – but she has her own issues to deal with. I barely remember seeing Angel.
Angela had a huge Blacksky family party on Christmas Day eve. So I monitored upstairs with the kids and watched Dr. Who. Glenda monitored the downstairs where the adults played euchre – a card game I never learned to play. Things are so much different from my experience growing up.
Things I will remember…
• Glenda and I had a great dinner at the South American place after shopping.
• The Ice Storm was scary!
• The trees were all crystal on the way up - we drove into a rainbow.
• Christmas Morning: Dakota had a look of bliss on his face – he was so happy with his presents.
• Memphis was like a present crunching monster….didn’t matter what he rec’d – he just wanted MORE PRESENTS.
• Cash - puzzled by Keiko - said that Niimeh was “nice” (in response to Keiko’s constant grrrrrrrings)
• I don’t remember seeing Angel.
• Ben is a mystery to me.
• Glenda has lost weight and looked lovely for the party.
• Keiko loved running in the powdered snow…
And so passed Christmas 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
And so it goes...
Cody’s friend, young Avery, got 15 months….
Even from far away I felt the punch of that sentence and felt the cold shock and pain of the young man being led away …
Assault and Robbery: the charges resulted from an altercation with a previous employer…a “take this job and shove it” encounter that ended with young Avery being charged.
A man’s gotta’ do what a man’s gotta’ do - what’s due is due. That’s life. Make your choices and live with the consequences.
Another crossroad, we are never alone, even though it may seem like we are. I am on Avery’s road too – albeit from afar - we are all connected.
I am a songwriter. That’s the only reason, I am able to discern, for my purpose on this planet. So far, I’ve kinda’ not done everything I should have, but maybe that’s not true…
A pernicious wind, of bad intent, has been blowing in my direction. It’s hurtful, cold and mean, whipping the trees and ground where I walk. And so, I choose a careful path, follow the ley of the land, and find shelter where the wind can’t touch me. I know the way. Sacred places are all around us, use your eyes and you’ll find them.
We humans have been busy and our influence is immense. What I’m trying to say is, we are more powerful that we know.
Ever felt an instant like or dislike? This happens more quickly that we are able to reason it out…I’m pretty sure it’s “what we are - is what we are” - like, I will never come back as an ape. Like it or not, I am what I am…
I’ve been feeling lately that what I am, is coming to an end. I am a white woman, a forever girl, a Wiccan lady. There is no maliciousness in that. It’s just what I am - with some spice sprinkled in here and there – a bit of the First Nation. I am proud, and pretty sure that I can never change the essence of my being.
When wind passes, I will go back to walking my dog…my nightly adventure. And then, turn off the lights, turn down my bed, and snuggle into the covers, my furry companions impatiently awaiting my arrival…and dream…
My dreams have been better lately, no more the terrible nightmares that plagued me during the years when my father was alive. Now, in my dreams, my mother is a kind woman who looks after my sister and makes a place for me. With his passing, it seems, a peace was made. I am able to move on to a better place secure in the knowledge that they are happy and safe. There is nothing here for me to fix.
When my dreams take me to my ex spouse, I am informed that he is happy in his new life and is content with his choices.
There is nothing dark on my horizon, and soon the alarm sounds the advent of a new day. All is well.
There is only the passage of time. The daily routine of maintaining my place in the queue of life, that’s my part in the song of the city.
Or so it would seem if I were just me, but I am not. I am generations of people, paths, and places. I am the ebb and flow, the unobserved potential waiting to pop into existence.
And so it goes that once there was a girl, whose name was Laura, named after a song of that title…”a face in the misty moonlight…" A tale that was told to me by a magician who was familiar with the songwriter. A tragic tale of heartbreak and new beginnings - he said.
As I tell you this story, it becomes a story within a story, about a song, about a girl... that’s how I came to be.
That’s what I am. Now you tell me, how could I possibly be otherwise?
…young Avery was sentenced to 15 months -the consequence of being a man.
Sometimes that’s how it goes.
Even from far away I felt the punch of that sentence and felt the cold shock and pain of the young man being led away …
Assault and Robbery: the charges resulted from an altercation with a previous employer…a “take this job and shove it” encounter that ended with young Avery being charged.
A man’s gotta’ do what a man’s gotta’ do - what’s due is due. That’s life. Make your choices and live with the consequences.
Another crossroad, we are never alone, even though it may seem like we are. I am on Avery’s road too – albeit from afar - we are all connected.
I am a songwriter. That’s the only reason, I am able to discern, for my purpose on this planet. So far, I’ve kinda’ not done everything I should have, but maybe that’s not true…
A pernicious wind, of bad intent, has been blowing in my direction. It’s hurtful, cold and mean, whipping the trees and ground where I walk. And so, I choose a careful path, follow the ley of the land, and find shelter where the wind can’t touch me. I know the way. Sacred places are all around us, use your eyes and you’ll find them.
We humans have been busy and our influence is immense. What I’m trying to say is, we are more powerful that we know.
Ever felt an instant like or dislike? This happens more quickly that we are able to reason it out…I’m pretty sure it’s “what we are - is what we are” - like, I will never come back as an ape. Like it or not, I am what I am…
I’ve been feeling lately that what I am, is coming to an end. I am a white woman, a forever girl, a Wiccan lady. There is no maliciousness in that. It’s just what I am - with some spice sprinkled in here and there – a bit of the First Nation. I am proud, and pretty sure that I can never change the essence of my being.
When wind passes, I will go back to walking my dog…my nightly adventure. And then, turn off the lights, turn down my bed, and snuggle into the covers, my furry companions impatiently awaiting my arrival…and dream…
My dreams have been better lately, no more the terrible nightmares that plagued me during the years when my father was alive. Now, in my dreams, my mother is a kind woman who looks after my sister and makes a place for me. With his passing, it seems, a peace was made. I am able to move on to a better place secure in the knowledge that they are happy and safe. There is nothing here for me to fix.
When my dreams take me to my ex spouse, I am informed that he is happy in his new life and is content with his choices.
There is nothing dark on my horizon, and soon the alarm sounds the advent of a new day. All is well.
There is only the passage of time. The daily routine of maintaining my place in the queue of life, that’s my part in the song of the city.
Or so it would seem if I were just me, but I am not. I am generations of people, paths, and places. I am the ebb and flow, the unobserved potential waiting to pop into existence.
And so it goes that once there was a girl, whose name was Laura, named after a song of that title…”a face in the misty moonlight…" A tale that was told to me by a magician who was familiar with the songwriter. A tragic tale of heartbreak and new beginnings - he said.
As I tell you this story, it becomes a story within a story, about a song, about a girl... that’s how I came to be.
That’s what I am. Now you tell me, how could I possibly be otherwise?
…young Avery was sentenced to 15 months -the consequence of being a man.
Sometimes that’s how it goes.
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