Wednesday, March 25, 2015

air, bulbs, heaven

*Letting fresh air through open windows.

*Bulbs planted last fall which survived and bloom.

*An overcast rainy day, a comfortable chair, a pile of fascinating books and knowledge of the lack of medical appointments in the next 24 hours.

Monday, November 3, 2014

scar tissue

Love this:

Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue.
Know this and move on.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

in old age, deck, shed

*In old age I have arrived at the uncomplicated, emotionally level critique free place in which I refrain from tempting, hair (mine) pulling reactions to certain people.
 I thump myself on my higher nether region for being able to allow the stupidity and arrogant unkindness of said certain people with whom I interface (they truly are in my face)to slide out of my thoughts.
 Latest: a well known Canadian knitter who lectured locally Wednesday night
           GM-who attempts to blob to the surface of my mind frequently
           anyone who denigrates my knitting
----This is not a challenge to stupid, arrogant people.

*A Saturday on the sun drenched deck-especially knowing the number of such Sat's are limited.

*My yellow shed ("That could not be more yellow," said the deck repairman. Who if he reading this--which I doubt--I implore to return to said deck to complete its refurbishing!)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

floaters, curl, lights

* The floaters in my left eye are like little black worms swimming around---fascinating but irritating when I want to read. My optometrist reassures me about my general eye health, knowing of all the junky chemicals  that have been injected into my system recently. She  assures that even after all the cancer treatment is over a body continues to have a "reaction" time and needs TLC and understanding.

* How are dogs able to curl up so compactly?

* Fairy lights across the windows.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

peeking, lice hats

* When Rufus and I play our peeking game my eyes stray to the unmasked window...hooray! a day of snow and cold=no spring weeding.

* A lovely walk through the blowing snow in a white out--my dark sweater is liberally sprinkled with large flakes. Reminds me of Norse lice sweaters.

* Hats. On my walk I browse my 'breakfast at Tiffany's' store and find a new straw gardening hat.

Friday, April 11, 2014

slather, marg, id

* I slather on tanning cream, lounge outside and am rewarded with a health glow.

* I order my marg in a "Texas glass"--I fear tipping over the tall regulation marg glass.

* The luxury of old age (and caller id) when I can decide not to answer the telephone.

reading: Sword & Blossom by Peter Pagnamenla
            Queen Victoria's Second Son by John Van Der Kiste
            The Court of  the Last Tsar by Greg King (and using wikipedia a lot!)

Thursday, April 10, 2014

tidy, deeply, focus

* The spring sun warms my back as I tidy the herbs and spices garden. Happy to see how many plants withstood winter's mayhem. When I sit on the garden chair to catch my breath my fingers smell of herbs.

* Because of the outdoor work I sleep deeply at night.

* Sitting here just now my eyes focus and unfocus on the comforter cover and I see shapes and depths previously unseen. How like a situation or other person when I step back away.