and the plan is no plan


I’m sitting here drinking my second cuppa, trying to get going…  Trouble is, I can’t focus on what I should be going to do…  The garden is being well-hydrated by the rain gods and the plants don’t need me.   I spent a lot of time doing housework last week and I’m not so much excited at the prospect of doing more (though there’s more to be done).  I am reading a Perry Mason that is a lullabye-book, easy to put down.  Casey is working 10-hour days, so I’ve got some time on my hands and it’s not nice to waste it…what’s the plan?

ooh-kay, how about we hit the road with a camera and see what comes up?  How about I stop griping about the weather and get out into it, defy it, show it who’s boss?  Maybe I could scour the countryside for  places I’ve never been, set out without a plan, just a vague direction that gives my restlessness a chance to act out.

Or I could just sit here and think…think about people and relationships, about bills to pay and appointments to make;  think about the grandkids and the kids;  think about tomorrow and fall into the memory of  yesterdays.  Or I could Not Think:  This season is great for going outside and listening, letting the sounds of the birds, tree-flies, frogs, even the triple-peep of the turkeys drive all thought from my brain.  Out by the campfire ring, I sit on the picnic table and simply breathe, no thinking…  Though I’m silent, I feel like I’m part of the choir.

But that’s not a plan, is it?   I think I’ll clean up and get out.  I’ll let you know it turns out…




Pictures from Olivia’s Recital

Saturday evening we enjoyed watching all the kids dance their little hearts out at the Shannon’s School of Dance Recital.     Our middle grand-daughter, Olivia, did a great job dancing to “foxy little disco girl”.

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blogging block…

I’m looking forward to getting back to work next Monday.  Our last day of school here is 5/23, so I’ll just breeze in to say good-bye to the graduates, finish up the final paperwork, and pack up my office.  I am still having some pains/problems, but I do think I can manage those 5 days.

I enjoy spending time alone, reading, listening to music, writing.   I’ve filled the last 3 weeks with Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Matthew Quick, Erle Stanley Gardner, and deeper moments with Reza Aslan, Jane Schaberg, and The Bible.   I’ve had daily sing-alongs with the likes of John Prine, Lyle Lovett, The Dead, The Beatles, and Gregg Allman.  I’ve even caught up on my Netflix watchlist, but I’ve not been able to write, not even a draft.  Though my conscience has berated me without mercy,  my fingers have been sulkily refusing to touch the keyboard.

I think I know why:  I started Blogging 101 at wordpress on 4/15.  I guess I didn’t realize that it was going to be about meeting people, making some new friends, like a class…yes, Exactly like a class.   I have made a few comments and am following some really cool blogs, but the introvert in me immediately shut down the social interaction with its shrill, “don’t go in there”.  There’s some insecurity involved, of course, since  many blogs are better than mine and most are more popular.  There are many lessons I have to learn…it’s just that I don’t want to have to actually “talk”, if you know what I mean.

I don’t always get recognized as an introvert because I am not shy.  I always just thought I was weird, but I read Susan Cain’s “the Power of Introversion” and found out there are a lot of us with similar personalities.   Maybe you’re one, too…


Today was the final day of the class…  I finally feel like I can write;  in fact, I have actually written this post and I’ve edited some pictures to post over at the garden blog.   Hmmm….



Whatever…I’m back..!



6 days off the road…

shoo-wee, what a week, she says inscrutably.  Good week?  Well, I am getting better every day.  Bad week?  It’s been a lot more painful than I expected…

I have discovered that in addition to our smooth dance moves and perfect pitch, Michael Jackson and I also share a love of anesthesia!!!  That’s some good shit, man.  I was flying for 2 days, really.  To those of you who received phone calls during that time, sorry or you’re welcome, or whatever, because I don’t remember what I said.

There are about 8 stitches, 4 incisions, and they gave me a wonderful ice bag for those;  they have been the least of my complaints.  You don’t have to be a nurse to figure that I’ve been fairly obsessed with pooping.  You’d think they’d invent a better laxative, wouldn’t you?  Maybe mix it in with the Lortabs.  I  think I’ve got the problem worked out…um, TMI?

So, after I landed back on the Sonnystone runway, I began to worry.  The doctor has me a little confused, partly because he spoke to Casey after the surgery (a lot of good it would have done to talk to me), and partly because he does not use a familiar metaphor to describe the size of the cysts…  I am probably most comfortable with the citrus metaphor, e.g. “size of an orange, grapefruit” , but could easily understand using legumes in this setting, e.g. “size of a walnut, pecan”.  Dr. D, however, used size of his “pinky”  (the small, hidden ovary) versus his “thumb” (the scary ovary).   He said there was a lot of “goop” he cleaned out—all this is according to Casey–and  he mentioned “adhesions”, but said all the tissue was sent over to “the guys who own the microscopes” and he’ll share the results with me tomorrow.


No matter what the verdict, Saturday is still Derby Day!!!  and I’ll be doing Something Fun…

Reporting in…

I have been writing a blog entry over at Madwoman for days–nay, a week now..!  It is an Intro to my birthday celebration, but it turned into a study of 1953, the sacred year of my birth.   Who would have predicted, back then, that I’d be using Wikipedia to research every aspect of the culture, then downloading  it from YouTube?  It is fascinating to view the old TV series, listen to the old music, while watching the old movies on DVD or Netflix.  The essay has been edited 25+ times, media has been added and subtracted, and I still can’t bring myself to post it…  Not sure why.  That’s where I’ve been…well, there and

I’ve been hitting the doctor office and labs and have more scheduled.  So far, I’m in pretty good shape for an old broad.  I have a few more procedures to look forward to, but I’m trying to get it all done before Spring Break (last week in March).


We got a new TV, larger. and I’ve been watching the Olympics.  It’s been a little painful, really.

(And what are These Guys Doing??)



I’m liking the Yoga. I’ve completed the intro sessions and looking for a class that fit my ability and my schedule.  I hope I’ll be continuing.


The school corporation is making up the last snow day by adding an extra hour to the school day for 6 days;  I wish they’d do this with All of the days and give us back our April days off.  Unlikely.  My hours at work will change some for those 6 days, but I’ve rather given up on controlling this weather-related crap.  It’s crazy…  Tonight we got a phone call warning us that school may have to dismiss early tomorrow due to the threat of Tornadoes…..yes, Tornadoes…  What next?   Makes me long for the good-old-days when the weather was a little more predictable:

But here it is, the birthday week-end looming, large as life.    Months ago, I told Casey that we’d celebrate the b-day on March 1 when we’ll be traveling to Nashville for the Lawn & Garden Show/ Wine Fest.  HaHaHaHa!!  You know me better than that!!   I still don’t have anything planned, though, so I’m nervously re-arranging shelves…  I have decided to watch “Roman Holiday” as a representative 1953 movie, and to read “Giant” to honor the memorable year.   Other than that, I’m not sure…but


We’ll come up with something, so check back….

oh, and if you’re up for a short walk down memory lane,  visit to view what’s left of the much-edited (posted at last!) Intro to the Birthday…

Begin again…

2014:   365 spins of Earth’s axis as we revolve around the Sun, hurtling through space at break-neck speed to return to where we started.  There will be laughter and joy, tears and fears, surprises and monotony.

I’ll tell you a secret…sometimes I am afraid of the future.  In my younger days, it seems the past was biting my heels, and I couldn’t wait to move on… but now I’ve dealt with all of that pain, forgiving even the most unforgiving.  The peace that dwells in my heart sometimes overflows with joyful tears and I want  to stay right where I am now,  happy and blessed.    But time moves on  quickly, and the dreadful angst returns.

More and more often, I have to keep up my courage, keep on believing…  So it is with a mixture of confidence and compliance that I make these resolutions for 2014.

1)  Hakuna Matata (it’s a problem-free philosophy)

DSC_0150It means no worries for the rest of your days

2)  Keep dreaming, looking for something I’ve never dreamed…


“Well!  I’ve often seen a cat without a grin, ” thought Alice; “but a grin without a cat!  It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!”

3)  Take each moment, and live each moment, in Peace, in Love, right here, right now.   Amen.


Happy New Year, friends!  May all your dreams come true…

Week-end wrap-up 10/13/13

We’re a barrel of laughs here at the Acres…give us a 3-day week-end with beautiful weather and we’ll plant mums and pansies, move around the rudbeckia, clean up the back porch, hit Rural King for breakfast (popcorn) with Olivia and check out the rummage sales, with plenty of time to channel my Dad while listening to Pokey LaFarge and Hugh Laurie—and that was just the first day.

Saturday we drove up to Harmonie State Park for a hike and to check out the local craft show…

It’s been a while since we hiked at Harmonie and we chose a trail that we knew to be easy and we thought was familiar.  Turns out fallen trees have changed the course…  It was still a beautiful hike, but unexpectedly new…


Pursue some path, however narrow or crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.       Henry David Thoreau

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there’s still time to change the road you’re on…And it makes me wonder…                                            Led Zeppelin

Yes, it makes me wonder, too…