"the nicest and the sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple pleasure, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Wednesday's child...



don't know the source but this bouquet is made of cupcakes!

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe...

there you have it, I was destined to be a woeful child and grow up into a woeful adult!   Stupid song.
I had a birthday recently and as one always does on their birthday I spent some time in reflection of the last several decades of my life.  First of all, several decades, how the heck?  Wasn't it just yesterday that I was born, then I blinked and I was 62.  So much time passing so very quickly, lots of water under that bridge.  Too bad I can't use it to help the drought.  Needless to say I've burned many bridges in my life but I've built many also, so I am as always a work in progress.

My mother used to sing that childhood poem to me.  

We are hot.  Not in the romantic or beautiful way but the weather...is hot.  And dry.  And we are on fire.  It is frightening to see the river dry and the smoke filling the air.  And in a huge bit of irony, a top ten on the irony scale, our city and the surrounding cities have asked residences not to water lawns, or wash cars, etc, and we abide by that albeit quite crunchy out there.  THEN our HOA has the audacity to fine us for not keeping our lawns green and up to the codes of conduct for the neighborhood.  Goodness.  Give some people a little bit of power and they go crazy mad with it.

I am trying to get myself back into blogging.  I have missed you all and the support you give me has really kept the depression monster at bay.  Blog fodder has been hard to come by though since I rarely leave the house except to go to the doctor.  Really, we need a ramp to the backyard to I can go outside and enjoy the...the what?  

Until we meet again, take care. smile at someone preferably a stranger, they are probably fighting a battle you/we know nothing about.

Monday, August 10, 2015

how do you like your humour...


 ...do you like history?
quirky?
folklore?
creepy?
funny?
and excellent writing?
then you may just want to check out this site....
I may be a little bit biased here, just a teeny tiny bit, the author is mine son.



http://seattleotterman.com/






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