The Final Sunday Report

Last week I spent some time staring at the campfire and contemplating. Something inside me kept saying “I’m done” in a loop. I’d been feeling my age lately and this year’s Camp Sonnystone really brought it home as I cope with my grandies growing up in what seems the blink of an eye. But there’s no reason to think that I’m done, not at all; with so many good times to look forward to and our health still strong, I couldn’t justify that sort of morbid thinking. So I examined it more closely, listened more intently.

This blog means so much to me; it is the Chronicle of my Life. Including the defunct blog, for the last 16 years it has witnessed the birth of all my grandchildren and my evolution as a JoJo. Through two organist jobs, two nursing jobs, Christmases, Birthdays, Camps, and plenty of Disney Trips we’ve watched the grandies grow. But there were also lots of topics; I did interviews, reviewed every “Best Motion Picture” Oscar winner, went through my CD collection with comments, occasionally talked politics, often talked about Peace. There were some deaths, as well: Aunts Thelma, Almeda, and Shirley; Uncle Jr; my friends, NuNu, Lois, Chuck, and Beaver. I’ve taken you on lots of trips with us, kept you apprised of what’s growing in the garden, what birds are at the feeder, and sometimes just blathered.

Even though I upgraded my WP account, I have now very nearly filled up all the allotted media space for Sonnystone and for the garden blog, Growing Every Season, which I started around the same time. At first I thought I would do a whole lot of work to download and delete old posts, but I kept putting it off. The next upgrade costs quite a bit more money and is more for a monetized blog. I believe the voice that was saying “I’m done” meant that I’m done with this particular blog and the obligation that I feel to keep it going.

To give The News a proper send-off, I compiled a video of photos. In order to not make it an hour long, I concentrated on just the people, then had to pare it down more to mostly grandies growing up. The music that I chose is poignant; Over the Rainbow and Wonderful World by Iz, the wonderful Hawaiian artist. He speaks in one part, almost unintelligible, but he’s using two Hawaiian words: “kuleana” has multiple meanings, including “land divisions”, but represents your space or spirit; “pono” which means “to make correct” or “to make good”. So what he means is that kuleana pono is an “automatic plan”, that if you make your space, your spirit good, “stuff” is just waiting to come to you, waiting until you are ready.

It makes me kind of anxious to think of not blogging every week, so I remind myself that I’ll still be keeping up the ancestry blog, and our trips will still be recorded over at the travel blog. The fact is I need to let go and open my mind up to new things, especially regarding my writing. By letting go, I will open up my spirit for some of that “stuff” that has just been waiting until I’m ready.

Thank-you for following along with me. I have truly enjoyed your company. Now I’m taking one long look back, then turning out the light, closing the door behind me.

Peace

Sunday Report 8-8-2021

There is nowhere else I’d rather be than with my grandkids, so the last two weeks have been heaven. As usual, Camp Sonnystone 2021 was a rousing success. Our Word was Believe, and our Theme was Rainbows. We ate well, swam a lot, painted, made suncatchers, sang, danced, laughed and had a few tears just to keep it real. My daughter has been making regular posts to FB, but for my WP followers, here’s a few pictures.

I’m just beginning to work on a video and hope to share that with you next week.

Peace

Late Report 7-25-2021

They’re almost here! As I write this they are 1 hour and 20 minutes away!!! We’ve spent the day finishing prep and I seriously Forgot to blog this morning…

The Jose’s are just in time for fresh green beans, an abundance of squash and zucchini, tomatoes of all kinds, bell peppers, cucumbers–all the crops seem to have turned for their visit!

They probably will be gone by the time this canteloupe ripens, but isn’t the sling charming?

The Garden is waiting expectantly for little hands helping harvest…

The New Yorkers will be in town for two weeks and we have a lot of time after August 1 for anyone who wants to visit. Just send one of us a message and we’ll add another plate to the table.

Peace

Old Man’s Birthday

It’s been 65 years since the world was gifted this most honorable Guy…

Happy Birthday, Love-of-My-Life!

May you live a Long Life Full of gladness and health,

with a pocket full of gold as the least of your wealth.

May the dreams you hold dearest, Be those which come true,

The kindness you spread, Keep returning to you.

Peace

 

 

Mother’s Day Greetings

I’m having a weepy-kinda-miss-my-Mom Mother’s Day.  I don’t always feel so sad on this happy day…wait, yes…yes, I do.

Mother’s Day kinda sucks without a Mom, even when your adoring children are fawning over you.  It’s okay, even fine, to stop a moment and let a few tears flow as you remember her….

Mother’s Day Memo
            Remembering Ida
by Anita Pulier

Breathe in her scent,
thumb through food stained pages,
touch her buttery finger prints.

Remove her little notes
on more garlic or less wine,
place them in your jewelry box

in case they contain
secrets, it’s time
to find Mom’s clues.

Bow your head to
this unique holiday offer
of sensory overload.

Recall family dinners crowded
around an orange banquette
curving around a Formica table,

kitchen walls
strewn with flowered wallpaper
insisting on cheer.

Allow a moment to grieve
the loss of unconditional love.

Pour a nice cup of tea,
open the Times online,
place the cursor
on the world you live in now.

“Mother’s Day Memo” by Anita S. Pulier from The Butcher’s Diamond. © Finishing Line Press, 2018. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Hug your Mother, if you can.  I’m going to pour a nice cup of tea…

Peace

happy mothers day

 

A Loss of Words

The unthinkable happened, the thing that I even stopped fearing could happen —  the draft of my Grandmother book is gone…  I know, you think because nothing dies in the internet that it is out there somewhere, but it never left this computer, and in particular WordPress, and it is not in either of those places.  I Know that I saved the draft… I KNOW that I did…but I guess I didn’t.  That was about 3200 + words—three thousand two hundred plus — it made me kinda sick when I made the discovery.  I guess I have to start over, but I really liked what I wrote.  New Beginnings…

While I’m complaining, I must say that last week was very disorienting…with New Years Eve on a Monday, holiday on Tuesday, it felt to me like Wednesday was really Monday and if it hadn’t been for Olivia’s piano lesson on the usual Saturday, I’d still be thinking it’s Friday…  And the weather didn’t help — we didn’t see the sun for a couple of those days, whichever they were.  I never thought I would look forward to a Real Monday so I can pass the dementia quiz.

Today definitely feels like Sunday, though, and the sunshine is beckoning me to bundle up and go outside.  I will get to the words later…

Peace

 

Follow the worm down the ear…

I love to take my morning coffee out on the front porch swing to Just Be in the present moment.  I brewed some french vanilla the other morning, settled into my attitude of gratitude, but had a song stuck in my head.

90% of people experience such earworms, also know as Involuntary Musical Imagery.  It bothers some people, but I usually just go with it…listening to my memory play like a stereo.

The song in question that day was Eli’s Comin’ by 3 Dog Night…girl, Eli’s comin’ you better hide, girl, Eli’s comin’ you better hide…hide your heart now…  As the jukebox in my head played, I thought…that Laura Nyro was such a great songwriter… what all did she write? …

the music switched to “and when I die…and when I’m dead, dead and gone” …what was the name of that group?  oh, yeah, Blood, Sweat, and Tears.  While the tinny piano and cowbell from that version played in the background, I began to sort through Nyro’s discography…soon the music became a medley of Fifth Dimension songs…come on down to the stone soul picnic… i got the wedding bell blues..ain’t that sweet-eyed blindness good to me… 

I stayed there for a while, letting those songs play in the background while I looked around at the patch of blue sky I could see through the trees, noticed the birds and squirrels were going about their morning rituals.

Suddenly, the songs were back with a nagging question…what’s that one that goes come on people… I brought full focus back to Laura Nyro’s discography… didn’t Barbra Streisand do one of her songs? Yes..going down to stoney end, I never wanted to go…cradle me, mama, cradle me again..  not the song I was looking for, but still worth remembering…  I expanded to come on people, come on children, let’s go down to the ?jordan? river… I could hear the piano…but could get no farther..The not-remembering finally got to me and I came in to the computer and looked it up.

It was covered by the Fifth Dimension and that youtube video is a wonder of 60’s bright bell-bottoms, platform shoes, and awkward dance moves.  But it was the artist herself, Laura Nyro, sitting at the piano and exuding the feeling of this powerful song that most moved me.

Step into the Wayback machine of black-and-white TV, watch this Vietnam war protest song that offers great wisdom…maybe get it stuck in your head.

It’s called Save the Country

Laura Nyro was 49 when she died in 1997.  She was so brilliant and if you don’t know her work, you’ll do yourself some good to listen to her albums.

May all of your earworms be inspiring…

Peace

 

Today’s News…

We celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary on Wednesday with a stroll down Memory Lane.  It seems like a lifetime ago that I walked down the aisle of Old North with 5-year-old Melissa as my maid-of-honor to join our lives with Casey.   I wrote in 2011…

….”still married after all these years…through the happy and the sad, the exciting and the boring, the easy days and the difficult nights,  we’ve melded our minds into a working partnership of supportive independence. “

In 2010 we celebrated our 30th at a Garrison Keillor “Summer of Love” Show up at Connor Prairie.  I wrote about it Here…

Probably my best effort was the post of 2014… Wedding Anniversary Edition

We were at Disney for our 35th celebration…

 Anyway, you know I think he’s great (and he is) and he adores me (and he should)…  Starting our 39th year married, we wouldn’t change a thing…

I’ve been having internet connection problems all week…  We were having problems before we changed cable companies and since I was using the old company’s modem/router, I thought I’d be smart and buy a new modem and hook it to my old router.  I am smart, but I’m still having the problem with the signal randomly going out and coming back on.  It is aggravating.  We are honing in on the problem, but I’m trying to do it without a visit from my son, just to show we can.  He only  has to answer the phone 5-6 times daily…hmm…he might want to make a service call and get me to stop bugging him.  He doesn’t read this blog, though, so this is just between me and you…

Who does read this blog?  I’ll take this opportunity to thank you all for showing up for today’s news…  There’s not much to report…

The porch was newly-completed just in time for rain, but we hadn’t yet caulked the seams on the roof.  As we watched the rain, we realized that the flat section was too flat and water was pooling in several areas.  Damn.  While we spent the next 2 rainy days observing, Casey developed a plan.  He had to take that side back off and do a little engineering to give it some slant, pitch, grade–whatever–and then put it back on and caulk it.  After another trip to Menard’s, he used the rainy days to paint and engineer, timing it perfectly to remove and replace when the rain stopped.  It’s done…  It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so we’ll see, but it Looks like it will work much better…

 

The internet signal has been lost and found 3 (now 4)(now 5)(now 6)  times since I started writing this post.  I’m gonna go work with the modem…

Peace