Such Is Beauty

17 Jun

Life is messy, sometimes too messy.

… at my house.

The mop and brrrroom have not appeared recently, except for the one I ride, but it’s special. The vacuum snuck out of the closet for a brief tour around the living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen where it sucked up a potato chip, coughed once, and retreated again to the closet.

That is where it will likely remain until time for another Spring cleaning. Indeed,  I have no intention of taking it out for a walk.

Now you may wonder how I could possible live in a house with two men and three dogs. Let’s face it, men are nasty creature. Their toilet aim is worse than my aim with a bat. The seat is never down. That one nasty habit has caused me innumerable wee-hour-of-the-morning ass dunkings.  They can’t seem to locate a sponge, or paper towel, or dishcloth to clean up the crumbs on the counter. Dirty socks and muddy shoes accumulate at the door and laundry is shoved in the corner of the bathroom. And that’s just the beginning!  Dogs….well dogs are dogs and they like to roll in dead stuff, the stinkier the better. They shed their hair too. I believe a myth has been perpetrated on us in regard to dog hair. That shedding thing is NOT seasonal. Just ask Peanut.

So, how do I tolerate this hellish living environment? I carve out large spaces of messiness that are mine and mine alone. Take my desk. You won’t find a man anywhere near the paper, books, crafts-in-progress, knitting on needles, plastic bags of yarn and such, an adding machine, a printer or three, a growing collection of pens, pencils, and markers, bills to be paid and three air plants from the bromeliad family, books, reference manuals, a used coffee cup, a bottle of sugar-free syrup, several kinds of glue and tape, measuring implements, a laptop, one hat, a few pieces of jewelry, my piggy bank (an old peanut jar), a statue I once gifted to daddy, my froggy bookends, a couple of cd’s, magazines, empty soda can, the carriage to my knitting machine, two lamps, four boxes and a basket of supplies, and, of course, odds and ends pinned to my pinboard, as well as a screwdriver set, and all the detritus one collects to staple, clip, band, and sort.

Oh, I forgot the bra, the calendar pad, two hot pads from the kitchen, the scarf, the coaster, mouse, and mouse pad and the rubber duck with the googly eyes.

It is beautiful, but you should see my craft room.

99 In the Shade, Simplicity, and Commentary

13 Jun

 

It’s hot. More to the point of weather-related misery, it’s humid.

Yesterday morning I opened the door around 7:30 and the wretchedness of Arkansas high humidity assaulted me with gale force. It was only 76 degrees, but it felt like a sauna and I broke into a spontaneous sweat.

Yes, friends. Real women in the South do not glisten, the Sweat.

The glorious heat and humidity of an Arkansas summer may have arrived a couple of months later than usual, but it has arrived with full force.

I’m planning a weekend of pool time, movies in the dark, and AC on low enough for a blankie. I will not cook out. Do I look crazy? Better not answer that if you value your health. Anyway slaving over a hot grill when the heat index is 110 doesn’t sound even mildly amusing unless we’re watching some other sucker do it. LMAO there!

Actually, when it comes to grilling outside I much prefer the winter months. I mean doesn’t everyone smoke their holiday dinner? It might be difficult to find papers, but surely it’s the norm.

In other news…..

I will now comment on the IRS ‘scandal’ and the NSA phone-record keeping:

JOBS and

HEALTHCARE.

INFRASTRUCTURE

SUSTAINABILITY.

Preserve the rights of all of US on moral and social issues.

Lose the wars and conflicts, take care of the U.S., US and get over the rest of it.

Agree to disagree.

Sounds so simple, doesn’t it?

Tuesdays Tangles and a Bit More Fiction

11 Jun

Tuesday tangles are often rather interesting. This morning we stepped out the back door for a few minutes and a very early lunch to see what the River Market Farmer’s market had to offer. Yum. Fresh squash and zucchini and onions and lettuces from the Oriental lady I love to buy from. Her hands are worn and stained. I asked her once if I might take a picture of her hands. She was a bit hesitant and so I didn’t get a clear view of just her hands.

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But aren’t they beautiful? Work worn and beautiful!

I bought fresh local blueberries and couldn’t resist a ginormous blueberry pancake for dinner. Tomorrow I’m thinking oatmeal and fresh blueberries for breakfast. It’s steel cut oats in the crockpot tonight!

Zucchini and marinara with spaghetti on Thursday sounds much better than the ubiquitous hot dogs.

Today was a good day. It moved in some strange circles, but it was a good day. A bit of fiction was on my mind and so I present it to you today. Hope you don’t mind if more of this comes. I’m going to call this ‘format’  Bit Fiction as it is a bit more than hint.

 

The Descent

The road was one of switchbacks, blind curves, and steep grades. She easily navigated the fifty mile descent from Grandmere’s farm in less than fifty minutes, a singular record among the living.

She was skilled, playing the gears on her old car with great finesse. She had mastered her Stradivarius and it responded to her gentle touch.

On this day her tears might have been an impediment to her descent, but the road’s familiar landscape echoed a life, full of twists and turns, yet well lived. The car’s familiar rumble and sway soothed as had Grandmere’s laugh and the honored seat in her lap in the front porch rocking chair.

Elsbeth downshifted to slow, maneuvering into the last hairpin, feeling the tires grip the blacktop, the gears mumble a bit as her speed dropped. She shifted back up to begin acceleration again in the middle of the curve, her hands relaxed on the gear shift and steering wheel. She sighed with satisfaction.

Elsbeth’s trip down the mountain was but a memory now, as was Grandmere, but the spirit of the ride would never fade.

 

Happy Wednesday and thanks to all of you who read my mental meanderings.

Manic Monday, A Bit of Fiction, and Time

10 Jun

The horror of it! Geeez the last couple of weeks have been a mess…no time for anything!  I know I’m missing something …oh yeah…posting.  Oh, and I miss writing those small pieces of fiction for Friday’s Hint Fiction. And there are no groceries in the house…okay there is food, but I can’t make a salad!

So today, I’m going to share a bit of fiction and go grocery shopping. Perhaps this week will magically settle into a better routine.

First a little Fiction:

He was humming a Beatles tune, considering the lush green of his surroundings; the trees, the verdant rolling hills, the slumbering river. The trail forked. Left or right became a life-changing decision. He chose left and forty years later still pondered the possibilities that right might have yielded.

 

I ended up in Jacksonville this morning around 7:30. Falon wanted her basketball goal for the summer program she does with her kid/clients. And Mom delivers. Woowhoo. She gave me banana bread for breakfast. That’s fair. I love banana bread.

Yesterday we were pleased to see a dance concert downtown.  It was a lovely group from Oklahoma City raising money for the victims of the tornado including one of their own. The venue was very intimate and the dance included aerial on the silks and two other aerial tools I hadn’t seen before. I hope they return. It is always such a pleasure to witness such artists at work!

So Manic Monday occurs, coming round with such frequency these days. I must learn to stop time or at least slow it down.

Stumbling and Mumbling

6 Jun

Just a quick share today. I was stumbling around using philosophy as my topic of interest and ran across this and so I share it today with great thanks to www.prosebeforehos.com.

stephen fry 12 12 Of The Greatest Stephen Fry Quotes

Perhaps one day we will evolve.

Wednesday’s Flagging Wit

5 Jun

Tired.

Bicycle…bicycle…I want .to ride. my .bi.cy.cle…I want to ride my bike…Yay Queen.

And so we did ride our bikes today at Murray Park near the Big Dam Bridge.

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen who live afar, that is the name of the bridge.

It spans the Arkansas River for pedestrian and bike traffic.

And then I took the scenic route home.

Finally had to drag out the GPS.

And Zach had made dinner. Oh yippee.

Reading copy has fogged my eyes and crossed my brain.

I think there’s a pill for that.

Today’s quote comes from a fun read by Jim Butcher.

Jim Butcher

“If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.”― Jim Butcher, Changes

I’m pretty sure most of humanity has already experienced enough of hell. But if I’m headed that direction, I’m gonna be in excellent company.

Yay Wednesday!

Me Up Tuesday Tangled

4 Jun

Last week was a tumultuous affair of learning new things, attempting to recall old things, and weeding through the stormy weather and the general detritus of life.

You’ve been there.

Time and tasks don’t often level out.

It was unusually quiet this weekend. Only one major disagreement occurred in the family unit.  We left the television off and chose to read or play games. We enjoyed the storms and the quiet aftermath. I wandered in the garden and was charmed by the appearance of tiny little broccoli buds and cabbage leaves curling into themselves, just beginning to form heads.

Mama’s gift was this place I’ve called home since 1963.

Then I found Bob.

And between the two of us we have created a retreat. The gardens are lush and getting better every season. The house has slowly become habitable again. The barn is an ongoing project as are the gardens. Though frustrating and often tiring beyond words, it is a labor of love. It is also a labor of trial and error. We are learning.

Monday occurred.

And I find myself in the middle of Tuesday concluding there is a blue funk slithering over the world. Blue Funks are by definition, well okay my definition, something to be avoided.

So how does one avoid a blue funk?

We could all begin by studying the Golden Rule again and living by it. That would certainly put a new twist on the state of things. I wonder if the 1% would play with the rest of us. Seems they don’t have a real grasp of the concept, as they don’t particularly work and play well with others. We need to bring back my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Kanakis. She would straighten them out!

Then we could all benefit from a refresher course on the Pledge of Allegiance. Whether or not you are an ‘under God’ proponent, there is this one phrase that could use some contemplation and implementation.  I speak of ‘indivisible, with liberty and justice for all’. I personally have never seen a version written for some of us.

The hate needs to stop. The divisiveness needs to stop. Those hot button issues like abortion and gay marriage need to be resolved in a manner that is just for ALL of us.

You don’t believe in killing ‘babies’? You continue to perpetuate the divisive nature of the issue? Well what are you doing about the thousands of lost, living children who are wards of the state, in foster care, on the streets trying to survive? So get over it. It’s not your body, it’s not your ‘child’, it isn’t your decision, and it isn’t your business what I choose. All you are doing is creating a distraction for the politicians to use as cover for their treatment of the other 98%. Think about it.

You think Gay Marriage is an insult to that one man/one woman thing? Let me direct you to the statistics on divorce. That one man/one woman relationship/marriage is an iffy proposal. It ain’t what it used to be. We women don’t tolerate nearly as much bullshit as we once did. And frankly I’m beginning to believe you men who so strongly advocate for the biblical definition of marriage are a bit light in the loafers. That can be the only explanation for your vehement protests. No offense intended to my gay friends. May I suggest that you get over it? Why do you care?  Why do you allow politicians to distract you so?

Gay marriage only serves to stabilize our communities and provide additional love and support for all those children you aren’t willing to support. Remember that Golden Rule? Do you recall the inclusion of ALL in the pledge? And ladies please stop allowing yourselves to be bullied by husbands and gods. Love and commitment are not limited by gender and sexual orientation. Love is Love. It is the emotion that grounds and centers us. It is perfect and has no limitations. Stop fighting over this. It shouldn’t even be an issue. Marriage should be for ALL.

I live in a state of red, decidedly red. There’s not even much purple here. And frankly I’m surprised when I run across a liberal, shoot even a Democrat. With Senator Mark Pryor being a Republican hiding in Democrat clothes, we Arkansas libs don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of being represented. With the Koch brothers having moved into Arkansas the hellfire got hotter. The bible-toting citizens of our great state are real easy to rile up with a hot button issue. And so their votes go to the party that certainly doesn’t have poor people’s best interests at heart. It is beyond frustrating. How does one go about convincing a populace to do the research? Who is going to benefit from your vote? What’s the agenda? I would venture to guess the Koch brothers could give a shit less about abortion or gay marriage one way or t’other. They just need you to vote emotionally. Those votes are keeping the wealthy in charge and getting richer.

Today’s hot topic on the web was the ‘cutest couple’ voted by a New York high school. A gay couple accepted and loved. Oh my. That has been my experience all my life. Honestly I’ve never understood hate crimes. We’re all different in one way or another. We should embrace the diversity of the human race.

Bob says he’s always tempted to respond to questions about race on applications with a simple ‘human’. We are of the human race.

I know I’m repeating myself. Just cain’t seem to help it.

Bathing, Blurbing, and Bubbles

30 May

Teeth, Hair, and Ass. Those are the most important elements to consider in the daily shower routine. Or so I surmised this morning.

The early morning hours are hell on the brain waves. I think I have a synapse that misfires until around 11 or so. And so this morning shower reminder becomes a mantra for accomplishing, at the very least, the cleansing of the big three.  The latter, of course, is the biggest.

Perhaps we should make it a column, Shower Pearls, Bits of Bathing Wisdom.

Can you imagine daily inspiration bubbling up with the stealth of hot water during a power outage?  Waiting for wisdom while the water chills and the hours sluice off the clock in a fall would certainly make for an entertaining morning. Nope, ain’t gonna happen.  I’m up early enough, thank you very much.

Don’t expect to hear any singing either. Shower, coffee, and song… in that order.

I’m flush out of inspiration today.

And the power just surged with the storm.

So away I go!

Tangled Tuesday Gets Straightened Out

28 May

It was an exciting day. He finally agreed to car shopping and two stops later, we were sold.

After a lifetime of waiting, Bob got his first new car and he so deserves it.

Friday night after I’d made hot dogs for dinner, I wandered into the living room and said, “Do you want to go shopping with me tomorrow?”

“What for?” he asked.

“A new car,” I answered.

Nothing more was said and I went to bed early.

I woke up Saturday morning just after six. By eight Bob was getting dressed to go out. I asked him where he was going. He said he thought I wanted to car shop.

I showered and we left the house around 8:45. We stopped at Sam’s to pick up a prescription and drove to a local Hyundai dealer. He had looked up the Elantra and found they were a good buy. But then he didn’t want to drive one. So I said I would. A few words later, he agreed to drive the car.

“It was bumpy”,’ he said.

“Look at the Accord”, I said. “Isn’t that what you want?”

Since I had a really bad experience with the Honda dealer next door a few years ago (don’t EVER buy a car from BALE. They are chauvinist good old boys who let a pregnant woman with a baby and her mother in tow WALK!), we drove to my favorite dealer in Conway. And we proceeded to buy our third Honda from them.

It looks good on him. He wouldn’t drive it to work last night, claiming it screamed ‘New’. So he’s waiting until there are tags on it. He’s chosen to have a vanity plate reading ‘STRWOLF’, Starwolf. He’s been using that moniker for web ID since before we met.

We can scratch the brand new car off his bucket list. He waited his entire life for this experience. Next, I have to get him to Scotland, his father’s birthplace.

I’m working on it. After all, I have Romania on my list!

Hehehehehe

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He So Cute!

He So Cute!

Going for A Drive?

Going for A Drive?

 

 

Hint Fiction Friday #…I Forget

24 May

Here we are anticipating a long weekend. The summer is before us and half the year is nearly done.

In the interest of expediency I may begin to haul around my laptop. It seeems to be so much more amenable to my posts than my Fire. It could be the absence of a mouse. The touchscreen seems to grumble at me.

I don’t need anything else grumbling at me.

I need to get Bob into Bruhonda this weekend and take him car shopping. He needs a car. I need him to buy a car. I need Zach to have wheels at his disposal regardless of how unfair and preferential it may seem that he’s already gotten 2 vehicles in the short five years he’s been driving and all the other kids had to work for theirs. I need him to move on and he won’t move on without transportation to ‘on’. Yes, it’s unfair. Yes, I should make him do it on his own. Yes, I’m wrong.

And yes, he’s ungrateful. Now can we please move on.

That’s my personal rant for the week. Any suggestions?

Here’s the fun part of Friday…I get to write a snippet of fiction to share with friends.

He needed her. He needed her steadfast courage in the face of any adversity, her ability to create tranquility in the chaos of life. He needed her support, encouragement. He needed her warmth lying beside him, her comfort. Fifty six years bound their souls. He glanced at the pistol in his hand. It reminded him of her. Both could absolve him of the terror of solitude.
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