It happens every year…

It’s Husband’s birthday today–63 years old.  I have done so much gushing about him on this blog that you already know that I am rather fond of him.

Happy Birthday, Michael Ray Casey!  And Many More!

To my Dear and Loving Husband

A Poem by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Peace

(I am on my way to the chiropractor…is it my back or my hip?  We will soon know.  Way to celebrate, huh?)

 

Cool and Calm…

I’ve been enjoying this down-time before the holidaze, just piddling around the house, cooking up some soups and casseroles.

I’m reading “Norse Mythology” by Neil Gaiman.  I love it!  I’ve been reading several chapters a night, like bedtime stories, and Love Odin, Thor, and especially Loki.  Though they are Not lovable, really.  Great Stories!

I’m listening to 50 Years of Blonde on Blonde  a live album by folk, country, and old-time music band, Old Crow Medicine Show. The album is a track-for-track tribute to Bob Dylan’s landmark 1966 double album Blonde on Blonde.  Old Crow re-imagined the arrangements of the individual tracks with manic fiddles and banjos, and it’s all good.

I’m practicing on the piano “Bridge Over Troubled Water”.   Seems like everybody in high school who could play piano could play this one, but I just found the music in a used book from a rummage sale.   It’s more difficult than I thought it would be, so I am challenged…practicing a lot…

My piano sounds better than that…

One more week until Thanksgiving, so I’d better pick up the pace and get ready for

Turkey and Tradition, the Opening Race of the Holiday Triple Crown.

I am so thankful for thankfulness, it just makes me feel so grateful for gratitude… I’m bound to win…

Peace

Did you Notice?

I haven’t posted much about our recent trip to Disney World—just that movie that I laboured over and Only One Reader actually watched it…  See, I know these things.  I don’t know which of you it was, though, so you can act like it was you if want to please me.

Since 3minutes 30seconds was too much to ask, I’ll make it convenient for you.

I may have mentioned that I picked up a sneezing, snotty, cough-y thing whilst driving through Alabama.  Whatever it was, the coughing and wheezing got rough enough for even Me, who normally spurns the need for doctors, to make a visit.  I got the clear x-ray, the breathing treatment, and meds.  The breathing treatment helped me breathe better, but I was jittery as a june bug, and irritable, too.  I filled the Rx’s and started on Prednisone.  I dreaded it.  That shit is miracle, but man, it’s like speed.

That’s when I tore into the upstairs and began setting up  A Room of My Own, cleaning, purging, organizing…  Making that little movie took forever, as my mind kept jumping.  There was no sleeping, so my mind raced over ground it really should stay away from…  I deactivated my facebook and instagram accounts and started over.  I reorganized the folders in my computer files.  I ran out of thoughts…

And that was just the first 2 days…   By the time I completed the dosage, I was feeling more alien than human, and it was 3 more days before I was back to what I’d call normal.  Of course, I’m still coughing…

More pictures…

While my head was buzzing around, money started falling out of the sky…  Facebook sent me a $30 credit to boost my posts.  It was such a kick!   Watching the stats was addictive, as the number reached climbed into the thousands.  The number of people who actually clicked on the blog site was less impressive, so I was able to quit before they got any of My $.  But that’s not all!

Simultaneously TwinSpires, the online site where I bet The Triple Crown, sent me $10 to bet on the Breeders Cup.  I had to bet the race that was sponsored by TwinSpires, no problem.  I looked up some picks and found one that was on all the lists (I don’t remember the name!), bet the $10 and made $20.  I figured I’d bet the ten again on the Classic, but spread it out on 3 horses to show and they all came in, bringing me another $14.  Pennies from heaven…

More Pictures…

When we leave Disney, I am always beginning to plan my next visit.  For me, the Magic never gets old…the parades, the rides, the characters, the games, food, the music, all of that and a giant Dole Whip…

Peace

Embrace Joy

 

 

the stroll before the storm

It’s too hot for November…a cold front is predicted to clash with this heat and mix up some storms tonight.  Already the wind is blowing the leaves off of the trees like golden orange snow.  Setting the time back meant that we were up early this morning without any effort at all, so we headed over to the Audubon Wetlands trails to scrunch through the leaves and see if we spotted any wildlife.  We didn’t, but it was a fine walk…

Peace

15 years ago today…

My Mom passed over sometime in her sleep, between the hours of 9pm and 1:00, October 31-November 1.

I was the last person to speak to her, but I had No Idea it would be our last phone call.  She had enjoyed the trick-or-treaters that had kept her hopping all evening.  While we were talking, a few more came to the door and I heard her praising their costumes before she picked the phone back up to tell me how cute they were.  It was just a check-in phone call, for my mama expected to be called Every Day and fussed loudly if you went too long without calling or coming by.  She said nothing much was up, that she was feeling fine.  We closed that Last Conversation as we always did:  I Love you, Mom.  Love you, too, Sweet-Pea.

The following afternoon, I received a frantic phone call from my sister:  Mom is dead!  Mom is dead!

We drove the mile between my house and hers.  I ran past the ambulance and firetrucks, through the throng of EMT’s and Paramedics standing with their eyes averted to my panic, into Mom’s bedroom where she lay as if in sleep…curled on her side with her hands under her ear.

No, Mom!  No!  I screamed.  No!  I knelt by her bed and held her lifeless body and cried.

I cried for days…months…  I’m crying now…  I miss her Always…

My Dad had died 5 years earlier.  My birth family had been clearly divided for a decade before that.  When Mom died, that was the end.  My siblings and I were courteous and fair when dealing with the inheritance, but that was all she wrote for those relationships.  We walk very different paths.

I often wonder (as does anyone who has lost a loved one) what she would have thought about all the changes, especially how she would have Loved her Great-Grandchildren.  I wonder what she would have thought about the smartphones and facebook.  I Fear what she would have thought about Politics!

Last night we lit a bonfire and I burned some rosemary to remember both Mom and Dad.

They live in my heart and in my head, in my music and in my Home.  Hardly perfect, their example of what Not to Do was often my inspiration.

I wish they could have had more peace in their lives, more happiness.  So I take the Happy Memories.   I tell their Stories and Sing their Songs to my grandchildren.   Smiling, they live on…

Peace

 

 

Monday is for Musing…

in no particular order…

My old Nikon is so old…and I’ve banged it around, left the lens caps off, and did I mention it is old?  I think its photos are about 3 pixels.  I’ve priced a new one and I’m just too cheap to buy it…  The disadvantage is that it is such a big camera and dragging it around my neck gets tiresome.  The advantage is that it has a viewfinder and I’m just bad at taking pictures using that screen-thing ya’ll are so accustomed to.

So it came to be that I needed a phone upgrade and got a Galaxy s7 edge the other day.  This baby takes lovely pictures, like going from analog to HD…but I’m struggling to get my composition right whilst using that dang screen to frame it.  I’ve been walking around the house practicing…

…and will hopefully be handy with it when we are on…

…our upcoming trip…

We’ve been cleaning up the house and gardens in preparation for our upcoming trip to Disney World.  Yes, we are Disney Freaks and try to visit every 2 years.   This year is very different, though, since Melissa and her brood can’t be with us.    Michael and I have been intently working on the trip since last Christmas.  Casey and I will be staying at the Fort Wilderness Campground and the Jrs were upgraded from Port Orleans to Animal Kingdom Lodge!  We have dining reservations at the Royal Table (and all the other good character dinners) and fast-passes for all the most popular rides.  Because we’ve usually had a group of 10 and adjoining rooms, because we’ve usually stayed 4 days and this time we’re staying 6, I’m sort of discombobulated by the amount of time Casey and I will be on our own…  The International Food and Wine Festival is going on at Epcot…very timely…

(The New Yorkers will be meeting us at WDW next July…we get to go every year for a while!)

…remember when facebook was fun..?

It’s been a while.  Long ago I began to “hide” people, putting them on my acquaintance list whenever they posted a hateful anti-Obama meme or spewed some other racist shit.  I felt that was “nicer” than un-friending them, and soon half of my fb-friends were hidden.

The other day, I put Everybody back on the Friend List and started to receive their little posts in my newsfeed…  No surprise that all of those “friends” are still posting anti-Obama and Hillary memes, anti-LGBT and immigrants posts, and are Angry that Most of us are opposed to their guy, acting like they were so respectful when they were opposed to Pres 44.  Can anybody say “Tea Party”?  Oh, I forgot, that was about “taxes”, not that black guy who was president…

I have put most of them back on the acquaintance list…

..the self-acceptance summit…

My biggest personal problem, the one that I have struggled with Forever, it seems, is my self-hate.  I talk to myself like I would never speak to another person.  I call names, I demean, I beat myself up for every mistake I make.  My inner Judge has always been a bitch, stemming from blahblah childhood blahblah poor parenting, blahblah mean people blahblahblah…  I’ve prayed, I’ve meditated, I’ve tried the medicine…my struggle continues.  Ridding myself of people who reinforce such attitude has helped, and last week I attended a seminar on Self-Compassion that was Word when I needed it.

It was nice to “meet” some of my favorite authors–Elizabeth Gilbert, Danielle LaPorte, Kristin Neff, and Anne Lamott, to name a few.  What I was advised was to be my own friend and to respond to my Self with compassion, understanding, and forgiveness.  Sounds easy, eh?  Well, I’m trying.

What struck me most about these folks was their lack of perfection, their complete and honest admission that they are just as effed up inside as I am.  People who write best-sellers are still just messed up people like me….except they actually wrote best-sellers…

enough of musing…let’s have some music…

Peace