In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm 65, the magic age for Medicare, thank you very much! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
Yesterday, as I was weeding out stuff I've been storing for decades, I found a hallway pass that was made out to me in my last semester of high school. The pass allowed me to go sit outside on the Senior Class benches to read my book. Yes, you read that right—a pass to read!
My first period was Reading, an English elective. I loved that class. We read novels and plays of our choice in class and wrote book reports about what we read. Without that class, I doubt I would've ever read such classics as Babbitt, Our Town, Death of a Salesman, The Jungle, Winnie the Pooh, and Rabbit, Run.
I don't know what it's like today, but 45 years ago when a high
school senior already had her credits locked in for graduation, life was
a picnic. Just as long as she didn't do something stupid, nor get caught for doing something stupid.
Did you ever see the movie Up, the animated movie about the old man who ran away by tying balloons to his house and flew to a waterfall in South America? He and his companion, a stowaway Cub Scout, met a mechanical dog by the waterfall. The very intelligent speaking dog got sidetracked every so often by squirrels and when he thought he saw one, he'd suddenly turn and say, "Squirrel!" Well, that's me.
The items for this week's Friday Hunt, hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills are:
1) Starts with D.
2) Week's favorite.
For me, they all came together in this reflection of tree branches in a puddle of water near our public library. I didn't find anything I wanted to read in the New section. Any disappointment I had was quickly wiped out when I saw this reflection.
To check out other Friday Hunt participants, click here. If you'd like to join the hunt, you have until Sunday evening to link up.
When I can't think of what to write, I look in my "Drafts" folder for an unfinished post. This one is a meme I started writing a year ago. The survey was longer. It only took me several decades to realize that I don't have to answer every question. It's not like I'm filling out a job application to be me.
Four Jobs I've Had
Hand pollinator for a seed research company
Clerk typist in the San Francisco Financial District
Substitute teacher (shudder)
Freelance writer (I'm my best employer yet.)
Four Movies I've Watched More Than Once Two Weeks Notice with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant Pride and Prejudice (all of them! including the one with Greer Garson and Sir Laurence Oliver) Monsters, Inc. (I love the relationship between Sully and Boo) Ground Hog Day (I think I'm finally good. Don't need to see it another time.)
Four Places I Have Been
Hawaii—all the islands except Lanai
Smokey Mountains Four Things I Won't …
After four years of drought, the rain we've been having nearly every week, and sometimes several days in a row, is wonderful. We won't know until April (perhaps) if this El Niño weather pattern will break the drought. Knock on wood.
As you can see, the rain has brought our lawn back. The Mama is happy about that.
I'm heading over to link up with Warm Heart Wednesday, the meme hosted by the lovely Jenny Matlock. Want to join in and/or read what other participants have written? Click here.
Its boingness is more so since I only drink it now and then. Boing! Boing! Boing!
Yesterday was my day of Boing! I brewed coffee for the Mama, the Husband, and me to sip as we ate old-fashioned doughnuts. Yummmmmmm. Boing!
It's the letter B on ABC Wednesday, the weekly meme started by Mrs. Denise Nesbitt and continued today by Roger Green and his ABC Wednesday team. Click hereto participate and/or to check out other participants.
"Today is a holiday," I reminded the Mama this morning. "So, no mail. No library. No banks. No schools."
"What's the holiday?" the Mama asked.
"Martin Luther King Day."
"Is this the day he was born?"
The Mama sighed. "The good people die too soon. Poor man."
She shook her head. "The crazy person who killed him. Too many crazy people. What's wrong with people?"
The Mama's question had me pondering throughout the morning. My conclusion, at the moment: Insecurity. Fear is based on insecurity. Anger? A person gets angry because she does not get her way, which puts her in an insecure position. Jealousy is essentially feeling insecure for not having what someone else has. Greed in a person is due to his insecurity that he don't have what others have.
Unfortunately, there are greedy, angry, jealous, and fearful people in this world who manipulate our insecurities for their purposes. I li…
The Friday's Hunt, a photomeme hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills, is a lot fun. She gives you three items to photograph each week, and you can choose to do one, two, or three of them. I had a photo last week that would've been perfect for all three items this week. Oh well.
Starts with C
I've decided to use my archives for the alphabet item. I took the photo of this cow in November 2014 during a hike with the Husband. Moooooooo.
The Only and Older Brother surprised us with a visit on Sunday. He brought BBQ for lunch, so I'll excuse him for not waving to the camera. I did get him to smile. Just as good. (Yes, that's a smile.)
One of my goals this year is to reduce the clutter in the house. Everywhere. Everything. So far I've accomplished sorting and organizing the business cards and library cards that I like to collect. Baby steps, but at least they are forward steps. We're supposed to have rain over the next several days. You know wh…
Some of you may recall that last month I bought an empty burlap sack, which once held coffee beans, at my favorite cafe. The sack hasn't moved from where I draped it when I took the photo of it last month. It questions me every day: So, what am I here for?
Yesterday morning, as I was picking leaves off the lawn, I thought how exceptionally pretty they are. Bingo! So, I collected a few and brought them indoors to dry. By afternoon, they were in the office. Ah-ha! Within minutes, I attached a few of them to the canvas. Hmmmm.
I looked down at the floor and saw the box that held stuff I used for a floral arrangement for last year's county fair. Hellllllllloooo! called some blue dried flowers. They went up on the sack.
Then all went quiet.
To be continued.
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I'm linking up with the weekly meme, What Happened in Your Surroundings or in Your Mind This Week?, which is hosted by Pippa Koenig. To join in and/or to check out the other participants, click here.
Today's share is with Warm Heart Wednesday, a weekly meme hosted by the generous Jenny Matlock of Off On My Tangent. Instead of a recent happening, I'm writing about a wonderful thing that took place in the distant past, which I was reminded about last week.
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Once upon a time when I was a young thing living in San Francisco, I commuted 36 miles across the bay to my first dream job. Twice a day, I got to drive over the seven-mile long San Mateo-Hayward Bridge. Do you know how calming it is to drive over an expansive body of water? That's another story perhaps.
Today my story is about my commute home one particular late afternoon. At the time, I drove an aging red Dodge Colt that I was constantly taking into the shop for something old to fix. No doubt you know where the story is heading.
After safely getting over the beautiful bridge and up the freeway to the City, the car chose to give up on the heavily traveled Sixth Street, which was then known as where a lot of dr…
Ilocano is the Mama's primary language. It was the Daddy's as well. Ilocano is one of the languages of the Philippines.I'm one of those second-generation people who can understand their parents' primary language proficiently but is a doofus when it comes to speaking it. I don't even think I spoke it before I went to school, which was probably because the Only and Older Brother was already in school when I came along.
Because we've lived with the Mama for over 12 years, I've gained back much of my comprehension skills. It's a good thing. As the Mama
has gotten older, she is speaking more in Ilocano without
realizing it. Her hearing is pretty bad, which has me thinking that a lot of the time English sounds like jibber jabber to her. I've started using a word or two of Ilocano, when I can think of it. Of course, my Ilocano also sounds like jibber jabber to her.
This afternoon the Husband and I pruned the Miracle Tree. Saw-saw-swear-saw. Clip-swear-clip-clip. We were three branches away from finishing when Only and Older Bionic Brother surprised us with a visit. Whooo-hooo! He came out to watch us complete our job and that brought out the Mama. The first time she set foot in the backyard since October. Whooo-hooo!
Thankfully, it was a warm day. The Mama's eyes were good from afar. She couldn't resist. "Cut that branch." "And, that branch." I was perched on the ladder at a weird angle so it took me awhile to find "And, that branch." The Brother's eyes for pruning were still good. "You want to cut that one so it doesn't grow towards the house."
Only and older Brother stayed the afternoon. Hurrah! That also meant the Husband and I didn't have to deal with the yucky part of the pruning job—snipping, cutting, and bagging the branches, leaves, and seed pods—until tomorrow. That's oka…
Today I'm participating in the Friday's Hunt, a new weekly meme hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills. You have until Sunday to hook up. Click here to join and/or to check out the participants. It's trés fun! Now, on with my finds.
Starting with B
That's the Mama's tiny banana grove in August. It didn't get as full as usual last year because of the drought. The grove usually yields two to five banana blossoms, which the Mama sometimes harvest for us to eat. Sometimes tiny bananas grow, but the cool weather sets in before they can ripen.
Here's what the banana grove looks like today. I pruned the dried tops of the banana stalks (Are they called trunks?) last week. They'll grow back by Spring. Hopefully. This is the first year I pruned the grove without the Mama's instructions.
Molly the Cat yawned just as I snapped the camera. I think she did it on purpose. She doesn't care for me taking photos of her. I wonder what she'd say if sh…
Here's my first experiment of doing something creative that's completely different for me. I learned the technique of layering two or more photos together in Photoshop while doing the Jane Austen Action Doll posts.
I took three of my photos to make this collage. The woman is a store dummy and that's a chair in the shape of the hand. Both strange objects in the first place. The final effect kind of gives me the creeps. How about you?
I'm linking up with the Friday meme called What Happened in Your Surroundings or in Your Mind This Week? hosted by Pippa Koenig.Click here to join in and/or to check out other participants.
Update: I'm also linking up at s~A(R)T~urday, hosted by artist Claudia Willison. Be sure to check her out, too.
The Husband and I made a special trip to Monterey last week so I could spend the birthday money the Mama gave me for someting pretty to wear. I was hoping to find a new top or two in Macy's. No such luck. Nearly everything was made out of flimsy, slick-like fabric. It reminded me of polyester from the 1960s and 1970s. The few things that I did like were too expensive even at 50% off. For instance, I saw a bohemian (aka hippie) style tunic that was cute, but at the original price of $200+, no thank you. I checked out a couple of other women's apparel shops in the mall. Zilch.
About two hours later, I met the Husband at our meeting spot. We sat on a bench and enjoyed the warmth of the day for a long while before we headed back into Macy's to buy us some bed sheets. We found a package of 700 thread count sheets for half off, about $60. A great deal. The cashier made it even a better bargain by giving us an extra 10% from a newspaper advertisement. "Thank you," I sa…