Saturday, April 24, 2010
Feeling good
I went to the garden and cleared off the canvas bags and old water bottles from the small plot. Tomorrow if the weather holds I will weed. I did the belly dancing video tonight but it didn't feel like too much of a workout so I need to hit the gym tomorrow and the stairs if the weather holds. Caught up a bit with a good friend I haven't from in a while, and I love my friends. Hoping the boy is ok, as I haven't heard from him. He went to Tacoma to see his sister, and is usually back by now and safely with me. Harumph.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday Morning
Lettuce Pray
For our ancestors
the Heirlooms and Butters
and not forget about our friends in Swiss
Chard or the Romaines,
Hear our prayer for the Bibbs
and the Mustards and Spicy's,
and those we at times forsake the Beets
As well as those in exile
on the sill
waiting to germinate,
We ask you please grant
these petitions.
Amen
I always pray for a healthy garden and end up about 50/50, maybe this will increase my odds! (And yes I was raised Catholic, and love probably still the beauty in the rituals or the singing - especially when young my dad and I would pinkie wrestle during prayers and compete in singing not the loudest, but audible to us.
For our ancestors
the Heirlooms and Butters
and not forget about our friends in Swiss
Chard or the Romaines,
Hear our prayer for the Bibbs
and the Mustards and Spicy's,
and those we at times forsake the Beets
As well as those in exile
on the sill
waiting to germinate,
We ask you please grant
these petitions.
Amen
I always pray for a healthy garden and end up about 50/50, maybe this will increase my odds! (And yes I was raised Catholic, and love probably still the beauty in the rituals or the singing - especially when young my dad and I would pinkie wrestle during prayers and compete in singing not the loudest, but audible to us.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Croatia/Serbs/Slavic
I went to the American Slavic Women's Group meeting this morning, as there was to be a presenter about the history of Yugoslavia. I had met Dr. Heikle - I am probably spelling that wrong - and she was discussing this at a cocktail party and we started talking about dictators and cultures and it was fascinating. Well it was her presentation unfortunately it had been bumped to September. So I sat at a table with a lot of nice older woman making small talk. It was pleasant. One woman I don't know her age, possibly mid - late 80s and wow it was just nice to be around a strong group of older woman. Working in a high school I am at the other end of the age bracket so this was absolutely wonderful.
My brain is a desert for fiction. I have been reading lots of non-fiction so off to browse in the library shelves...become the book....
My brain is a desert for fiction. I have been reading lots of non-fiction so off to browse in the library shelves...become the book....
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Hood Canal
I have never been to the Hood Canal and a parent at the school is letting me use a house her brother has for a while. It has 2 bedrooms and one bathroom and we are going on my birthday weekend. Yay!!!
Time
On July 6th it will be 11 years since my Mom passed. Yes I know mom is not capitalized, but although her name was Marcella to me her daughter her name was Mom. Do you know how many times I spelled that incorrectly? Lots, because in my child grown up mind mom was the proper respectful way to spell her name. After all I wrote Happy Mother's Day on many cards not Happy mother's Day or Get Well Mom, when she was sick, etc.
Anyway I still miss her. I don't cry anymore (ok sometimes) when I remember my sister feeding her scrambled eggs, or her yelling where her lemon meringue pie was that she had just asked for. Or how I didn't know she loved me until she was on her deathbed. I miss her and remember driving up to Mackinaw Island and being the youngest in a full car I sat up front between her and Dad and rested my head on her big cushy arms. Or how I faked sick and then showed off with sommersaults and she didn't get mad because she knew after spending all that time at school and being the youngest of eight that I just missed being with her. Most of my pleasant memories are from when I was younger, but when older she taught me how to shop. I am the only person I know who bought a brand spanking new top at Nordstroms for $2. and at the same time bought a lamp at a garage sale for $5. Lets just say we were retail shoppers not thriftstore, but I can haggle with the best of them even in retail stores. She always kept a poem about forgiveness on her bedroom mirror and beautful old perfume bottles. Her ring with birthstones for all her children were in the 2nd drawer under her nighties, cuz you can never be to careful. Her tamales rocked and my favorite was her chicken in tomato sauce and fidelo mmmmm yummmy. And as much as I have cut out carbs her flour tortillas still have me salivating just thinking of them. She had black hair that it took until her 60s to turn into that grey mixed with Mexican white. When she was young her figure was akin to Marilyn Monroes, but with a smaller waist. Yup she was a spitfire. And I will never forget my Dad telling the priest when we were preparing for her funeral that the priest that married them advised my Mom not to marry him because he didn't think he was good enough for her. Maybe that is why he worked so hard to be the provider, don't know, but that is another saga.
I love you Mom. I miss you Mom.
xoxoxcoxo
Anyway I still miss her. I don't cry anymore (ok sometimes) when I remember my sister feeding her scrambled eggs, or her yelling where her lemon meringue pie was that she had just asked for. Or how I didn't know she loved me until she was on her deathbed. I miss her and remember driving up to Mackinaw Island and being the youngest in a full car I sat up front between her and Dad and rested my head on her big cushy arms. Or how I faked sick and then showed off with sommersaults and she didn't get mad because she knew after spending all that time at school and being the youngest of eight that I just missed being with her. Most of my pleasant memories are from when I was younger, but when older she taught me how to shop. I am the only person I know who bought a brand spanking new top at Nordstroms for $2. and at the same time bought a lamp at a garage sale for $5. Lets just say we were retail shoppers not thriftstore, but I can haggle with the best of them even in retail stores. She always kept a poem about forgiveness on her bedroom mirror and beautful old perfume bottles. Her ring with birthstones for all her children were in the 2nd drawer under her nighties, cuz you can never be to careful. Her tamales rocked and my favorite was her chicken in tomato sauce and fidelo mmmmm yummmy. And as much as I have cut out carbs her flour tortillas still have me salivating just thinking of them. She had black hair that it took until her 60s to turn into that grey mixed with Mexican white. When she was young her figure was akin to Marilyn Monroes, but with a smaller waist. Yup she was a spitfire. And I will never forget my Dad telling the priest when we were preparing for her funeral that the priest that married them advised my Mom not to marry him because he didn't think he was good enough for her. Maybe that is why he worked so hard to be the provider, don't know, but that is another saga.
I love you Mom. I miss you Mom.
xoxoxcoxo
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Phew
The epiphany is to remember what I learned from all the deaths in my family is that life is to short for drama, so I love you lovely niece, but all that drama can stay with you. As someone I knew once said, Save the drama for your mama!
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