As I sit at my desk, I can see snow driving by the windows. This snow fall has clumps of snow falling, or the flakes must be at least 1/2 - 1 inches in diameter.
The ground is white again, the roads covered and the grass invisible once more. This storm will
go on for a couple of days, with colder temps too.
ack! When will spring be here?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Love
I love this poem and here are the last lines:
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
The Children's Hour
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!
The Children's Hour
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Old
Some time ago I was talking to a cousin who is a nurse. (I am sure she gets lots of questions from people and I wonder if this is annoying) I had a discolored mark on my wrist and wanted to know what it was caused from. Her response? "Old". Yes, those horrible marks our mothers used to use Porcilana (sp?) on. Age spots!
Well I feel rather old of late. I went to my quilt retreat. It was lovely. But one of the meals they served had carrot sticks and as I chopped away, I realized my tooth was hurting. this is a tooth I had a root canal (ugh!) done on some years ago. Over the next several days my cheek started getting larger and larger, and I started taking those horded oxycodons that I had from my last hospital visits. Wednesday, I looked like a chipmunk with his whole horde of winter food stored in my left cheek. Yes, I went to the dentist and he informed me that one of the roots of the tooth had broken. How the heck does that happen?? So I have to have it pulled. There is no saving this evil tooth, it has to go.
So now, I exist on antibiotics, my left over oxycodons and I am allowed one Gin Ricky a day.
this is my penance for my St Patricks day joke, which in reflection, was not a good thing at all.
To those of you I insulted, I will have you know that I am atoning for it. And also know that I walk with a slight limp as I have a pretty awful case of scoliosus (also I have no idea how to spell this). I have degenerative disc disease up to the 1st lumbar so I do limp.
So, for those that don't know me well, my Paddy's day joke was a laugh at myself. But do know, even though I limp, I love you all.
Well I feel rather old of late. I went to my quilt retreat. It was lovely. But one of the meals they served had carrot sticks and as I chopped away, I realized my tooth was hurting. this is a tooth I had a root canal (ugh!) done on some years ago. Over the next several days my cheek started getting larger and larger, and I started taking those horded oxycodons that I had from my last hospital visits. Wednesday, I looked like a chipmunk with his whole horde of winter food stored in my left cheek. Yes, I went to the dentist and he informed me that one of the roots of the tooth had broken. How the heck does that happen?? So I have to have it pulled. There is no saving this evil tooth, it has to go.
So now, I exist on antibiotics, my left over oxycodons and I am allowed one Gin Ricky a day.
this is my penance for my St Patricks day joke, which in reflection, was not a good thing at all.
To those of you I insulted, I will have you know that I am atoning for it. And also know that I walk with a slight limp as I have a pretty awful case of scoliosus (also I have no idea how to spell this). I have degenerative disc disease up to the 1st lumbar so I do limp.
So, for those that don't know me well, my Paddy's day joke was a laugh at myself. But do know, even though I limp, I love you all.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
St Patrick's Day
I am not Irish. At least I don't know if I am. But it is fun to get into the spirit and wear green, or drink green beer (ugh!). Every one at work was calling themselves "O" what ever their last names were. It was rather amusing.
Here is my old Irish saying, although I really don't know if it is new or old or even Irish:
May those that we love, love us.
And those that don't...
May God break their ankles
so we will know them by their limping.
Have a green day!
Here is my old Irish saying, although I really don't know if it is new or old or even Irish:
May those that we love, love us.
And those that don't...
May God break their ankles
so we will know them by their limping.
Have a green day!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Early Evening
Sometimes, when the weather is nice, I wait out on the front steps for my husband to get home.
Today is such a day, and a lovely one to ride your bike. He rides his to work in good weather.
While I sat there, two different vehicles at two different times stopped at the 4 way stop on my street. Both times a man was yelling at the passenger (I think they were women) about paying bills, money problems, etc.
This is a blue collar neighborhood. And there have been home repos, as many as 90+ in this small community. It was so disquieting that I had to come back in the house. And no matter where you are, you can't get away from the fact that our world seems to be exploding.
It is a beautiful evening. And I am waiting for my husband to come home.
Today is such a day, and a lovely one to ride your bike. He rides his to work in good weather.
While I sat there, two different vehicles at two different times stopped at the 4 way stop on my street. Both times a man was yelling at the passenger (I think they were women) about paying bills, money problems, etc.
This is a blue collar neighborhood. And there have been home repos, as many as 90+ in this small community. It was so disquieting that I had to come back in the house. And no matter where you are, you can't get away from the fact that our world seems to be exploding.
It is a beautiful evening. And I am waiting for my husband to come home.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Spring at last??
Ahhhh! It is a beautiful Friday afternoon. Temps are in the high 30's and Sunday brings them into the 50's!
I feel the spring fever, really. I want to run barefoot through the yard, sit in the sun, heat up the
grill and get ready for summer.
I have been hearing all sorts of birds and was able to coax a male cardinal into the yard the other day. I try to repeat their specific bird calls and sometimes they are tricked into visiting.
I think the cardinal was so stunned when he realized I was not a competing male that he just sat in the tree for about 10 minutes in utter silence.
Spring! Hopefully March is out of its lion phase and into its more gentle lamb-like personality.
I feel the spring fever, really. I want to run barefoot through the yard, sit in the sun, heat up the
grill and get ready for summer.
I have been hearing all sorts of birds and was able to coax a male cardinal into the yard the other day. I try to repeat their specific bird calls and sometimes they are tricked into visiting.
I think the cardinal was so stunned when he realized I was not a competing male that he just sat in the tree for about 10 minutes in utter silence.
Spring! Hopefully March is out of its lion phase and into its more gentle lamb-like personality.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Birthdays
People at work bring birthday treats in when it is their own personal birthday. Tomorrow is mine,
but since I am not on the official list, I could slink by. But, I have enjoyed others birthdays so
I think I will make cupcakes.
Yes, tomorrow is my birthday, and I am now at the point that it could come and go without anyone being the wiser and I would be just as content as if a huge party had been thrown.
I know what I want. Two weeks from now there is a quilt retreat about 200 miles north of here.
I have gone many times in the past, but the last couple of times, well, it just didn't appeal to me.
You pack all of your things in your van (normally I bring two other people), drive north stopping at every quilt shop in the state on that route (my patience runs out within 10 minutes at each store and I have to wait for two very smart but dizzy women who have to look at everything).
So, in times past, I have gritted my teeth, sat in the van and waited them out.
It just got to be too much when the last time they wandered for over an hour on a Sunday early evening, and I was starting a new job the next day. I just figured I needed to give it a rest.
But, since I have not been at the last couple, I am getting phone calls left and right begging me to come. We saved you a spot, you can come on Fri vs Thursday, you only have to pay X numbers of dollars, (cheaper than regular fees), you can bunk with us. And now I am feeling a tad guilty as if my presence were somehow necessary for the good of the all.
However, I do need to get away. I need to be creative. I need to be able to take a nap if I want and to wear my pjs until 2 p.m. if I want. It is fun. Great people, lots of snacks, wonderful quilts, and beautiful fabrics.
Maybe I will ask for that weekend for my birthday. What do you think?
but since I am not on the official list, I could slink by. But, I have enjoyed others birthdays so
I think I will make cupcakes.
Yes, tomorrow is my birthday, and I am now at the point that it could come and go without anyone being the wiser and I would be just as content as if a huge party had been thrown.
I know what I want. Two weeks from now there is a quilt retreat about 200 miles north of here.
I have gone many times in the past, but the last couple of times, well, it just didn't appeal to me.
You pack all of your things in your van (normally I bring two other people), drive north stopping at every quilt shop in the state on that route (my patience runs out within 10 minutes at each store and I have to wait for two very smart but dizzy women who have to look at everything).
So, in times past, I have gritted my teeth, sat in the van and waited them out.
It just got to be too much when the last time they wandered for over an hour on a Sunday early evening, and I was starting a new job the next day. I just figured I needed to give it a rest.
But, since I have not been at the last couple, I am getting phone calls left and right begging me to come. We saved you a spot, you can come on Fri vs Thursday, you only have to pay X numbers of dollars, (cheaper than regular fees), you can bunk with us. And now I am feeling a tad guilty as if my presence were somehow necessary for the good of the all.
However, I do need to get away. I need to be creative. I need to be able to take a nap if I want and to wear my pjs until 2 p.m. if I want. It is fun. Great people, lots of snacks, wonderful quilts, and beautiful fabrics.
Maybe I will ask for that weekend for my birthday. What do you think?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Super Hero?
Another blogger had this site on her blog, so I thought it would be fun to find out what sort of Super Hero I would be. Queen of the grocery shoppers.
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