Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Smell of the Sea?

When my sister and I were young, our parents took us on vacation to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Our seal point Siamese, who only ever really loved my mother, was along for the ride. It was a hot August day, with the Valiant rolling down the eastern seaboard headed for Nag's Head. Dad was driving with sis behind him. Sandy's litter box was below her feet, which barely dangled over the edge in their beat-up navy Keds.

The windows were open, pre-air conditioning, and we were relatively quiet, given our years and tendency to squabble. Then Heather dropped her doll. And the whining – which my usually patient father abhorred - began. With one arm on the wheel he reached behind him with the other and felt around in the box for the soft doll – when he finally snagged her, he tossed her to my sister and tugged his arm out of the too small space between the door and his seat back. He reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and then gasped. My mother started to laugh. She was laughing so hard she was nearly crying.

“Knock it off Shirley and find me a tissue!”

Dad had smeared cat poo on his forehead while driving down I-95 in August. And my mother was laughing too hard to see into the depths of her handbag for a now priceless used Kleenex. Did I mention Sandy only ever really loved Mom?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Scaly Dudes

The guy in the first pic has his new Easter duds already!

Sunday Morning You Sure Look Fine

Apologies to Lindsey Buckingham and F Mac. :)

What a beautiful morning to "walk the cat," prune the knockout roses and water the herb pot. Then an apple, a banana, tupelo honey, flax seed, granola, pecans, cinnamon and greek yogurt in a bowl I made for Mom. If I make her any more pottery we have to find her a bigger house. I'm skipping the Farmer's Market because I have to do utility shopping and I really don't have the patience for both.

The Dude Abides

Beautiful Sunday Morning

I'll have some pictures after the Farmer's Market of this lovely morning.

For now let me throw this thought out there: Forgiveness is something you do on behalf of yourself and your own soul. It doesn't mean you have to welcome the person forgiven back into your life in any way. You may now go forward without any thought of them whatsoever.

In some cases, this is the only way to move forward and actually forgive.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Help Joan Keep Her House


Joan was "set free" from the same radio company that has let go so many (including yours truly) in the past few years. And while she's back to work, and still working in the business, getting caught up on the mortgage has proven to be a longer struggle than the length of her bank's patience (surprise!). Radio doesn't actually reward the folks that create the content as handsomely as one might think.

In just 24 hours we've come pretty close to getting her caught up on Facebook through PayPal.

If you can help, I can assure you, you'll be helping someone's Mom keep her house, and live in a place she loves while she does a job she loves (at a station that deserves her talent), playing music that deserves to be heard.

Music by musicians that truly should be heard and appreciate work that these few stations still do.

You know, songs beyond "Stairway to Heaven" for the one zillionth time in a month. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

It's just wrong when that's about all that's left.

Played by a computer.