Sunday, March 17, 2019
I, The Chauffeur
One of my favorite pictures. I took it one fine day. When I look at it, it brings them back to me, so close I can feel their soft skin, smell the scent of my Mom's chewing gum, sense the subtle changes in Dad's behavior. It was the last spring that he was still driving. He had gotten lost a couple...
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Saturday, March 16, 2019
Just A Wee Bit of Irish Genes
A wee bit of Irish genes is enough to tug at the heart when I remember my beloved Dad who loved his Dad and his Grandpa so much. My grandpa I never had the privilege knowing first hand, but Dad made sure I felt like I did. When I hear Michael Londra sing "Danny Boy" it is my grandpa that I see...
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Friday, March 15, 2019
Bother Me, Please Bother Me!
I looked up from my computer and stared out my window hoping that something outside, some movement of human, or animal, or something blowing in the wind, would spur my frozen-in-place mind to further creative thought. Nothing but the usual...same old stuff, gnarly tree trunks with bare limbs, brown...
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Thursday, March 14, 2019
Blogit Failure
Well I guess I won't try to show you anymore computer stuff that I like, even if I do state that it is not my work and I was not trying to take credit for it. I did it without thinking, and, if you must know, as my head gets older and my thinking harder to use, the computer quite often frustrates me...
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Doodling
I'd never stayed on a working farm until I married. I'd been a city girl all my life and done city things. When I said "city things", you have to remember that this was before TV, before we had a car, entertainment was usually church based, or neighborhood planned. When we went to town, which was...
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Wednesday, March 6, 2019
When Was I Last Excited?
Even though I can seldom think of things to write that I haven't already written at some time while I have been here at Blogit, I find that I cannot call it quits and completely fade away into the mists of Blogit remembrance where reside so many that were once a part of it and ones I called friends....
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Sunday, March 3, 2019
A Day For Reverie
I seem to be going through a period where I have to force myself to be communicative, to come out of my hidey-hole, close my book, and respond to one who speaks vocally or writing. Ribcage dressed in the warmest outerwear he has and went out to trudge through the new fallen snow on top of unmelted...
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Thursday, February 28, 2019
Finally
J ust today, my lower back has quit jabbing me with pain when I get up or move around or walk. I'm not making little yelps or squeals and groans when I rise to my feet. I guess I can put the walker back in hiding and get out the vacuum cleaner and the mop and do a little work. It has been a week...
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Tuesday, February 26, 2019
If They Won't Come To You...
Can't wait for the flowers to grow the sun to shine the sky to be blue and cloudless..... fresh air to be stirring the lacy curtains through the open window. I'm so looking forward to picking a big red, ripe, juicy, tomato off of the vine and biting into it to taste its freshness as the juice...
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Monday, February 25, 2019
Hibernation?
The long winter, the cold, the staying inside, the lack of normal exercise, and old age have all worked together to cripple me up in the lower back and make it difficult for me to move without little yelps of pain. I dug out my walker again and opened it up and am using it now and then until I get...
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