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Monday, September 4, 2017

Greetings Dear People

I was going to write about something of
value in place of my usual drivel but not
quite yet.  The hens are wanting out of
the coop. What day is this? I guess it's a
holiday for "some people."

Son #1 who lives in Florida, came this direction for the eclipse
and spent some time with me. Actually we worked most of the
time. Three loads of hay bales, hammering and replacing junky
curtain rods, window boxes and he built a beautifl potting
table in the back of my green house. 

I got the juicer out and raised our energy level each morning
by fortifying our bodies with a burst of golden carrot glow. 
Why do I get out of the habit of juicing? I can't say but I do know
I'm going to continue juicing.

I am constantly moving and discarding furniture..... yes still, as
I thought I was down to the nibs. And yet.... another fine mess 
you got us in (shades of Laurel and Hardy ......only old timers
will know who they are...LOL) I need another fridge so I'm turning
the whole first floor into a kitchen. Why not? I do not entertain
any more, no one, ever. Just my kids and very close girlfriends
ever drop in.  I love that idea of a huge kitchen. My idea of 
decorating has always been leaving my basic tools for life sitting
out for all to see. My knitting baskets are sitting out, displaying
vivid colors of yarn, a butter churn, my tools for health, as in
juicer, blender, eng machine and plenty of supplement shelves.

I don't fit in, as others do. Perhaps I did at one time when I would
choose a certain vase to compliment a room but that was short-
lived. Often I feel like a space traveler just here for a visit.  But
aren't we all? 

A lovely time of the year. The leaves of the garden have started
turning crisp and 7 pumpkins of vivid orange emerged from
beneath those gigantic leaves. I love the shape of the Roma
tomatoes as they are also taking on a glow. 

I love my life, I love my roma, I love my dog, I love my 
pick-up, I love my kitchen......you know what I'm talking 
about. 

Be kind to one another. Words can sting and leave a ring.


Sunday, August 6, 2017

Chop Wood Carry Water


"What did you do before enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water
"What did you do after enlightenment?"
Chop wood, carry water

I've always loved my life. I take it as it comes but in reality,
name the other choices. Take last month for example when I
was awakened and tossed from my bed as the walls were weaving.
"Oh crumb, we're having an earthquake," I thought.

 I'm not a nitwit pollyanna who sees the rosey glow in all of
life's little misfortunes.There's plenty of crappola in this world
to moan about, as in,   "Have you had your daily moan today?"

I am sometimes questioned of why I should be happy when
I spent the first 15 years of my life living like a character from
"The Grapes of Wrath." Don't let anyone tell you the Great
Depression lasted only a few years. It ended with WW2. Ask
any one who lived it.

I believe my youth led me to appreciate food, the kind of food
grown in rich humus-filled soil that allows a human body to run
like a well-oiled machine.

That's how I spend my summers..... I GROW A LOT OF MY
OWN FOOD.  Dirty fingernails, sunburn, achy muscles......
I love it all.  Yesterday I had my first vine-ripened tomato and
creamy-white mashed home-grown spuds.

 Apricots from the 3rd apricot tree
are drying in the Excalibur like the beautiful little droplets of
Laetrile.  My pole bean's tendriles are reaching out for
more poles to grab. Two pumpkins have already reached  a
vibrant orange color and a few water melons are ready for a
picnic. The cherries ripened early but I was so busy I gave them
to a friend for jam.  Apples on the tree. Last year I made apple
cider.  A few plums high on the tree but not too many this
year. I was a little late with the swiss chard but it's
on it's way.

Growing and sharing my food is one of the things that makes
me very happy and healthy. Life is so simple but also a
mysterious miracle.

But, you may ask, "what do you do when the cold winter comes?"
Easy.....CHOP WOOD CARRY WATER.

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Note to my blogging friends........I appologize for my absence
this summer as I fall into bed, too pooped to lift a finger on the
computer.  Just a little more to harvest and I'll return. CHEERS

Monday, June 19, 2017

I Love my......

I just shot holes in my resolution to post each Monday. 
My friend, Marilyn, was visiting and I think we've
kept one complete chatter going for 60 years. 
If you recall, Marilyn is training for a triathlon so we quickly develope a
schedule around her training. I am so supportive of her athletic training that it
is my pleasure to change my routine while she is here.

We have never had a cross word for the other and we can break into a song
and dance on a second's notice. (no kidding).  We talk on and on about so
many subjects but everything is upbeat. This visit we revived the old popular
video of the little girl (who is now a grown woman) jumping up on a chair
and telling of the things she loved, which is everything. "I love my hair, I
love my house, I love my Mom"..... etc. If we mentioned a new subject, we
went into a new tirade about what we loved. How could anyone ever feel
sad when telling of everything we love.

After our early morning coffee and chat and laughter, Marilyn would take
off for the Y in the old pickup (she loves to drive it as much as I do) and I
would tend to my chicken chores and work in the gardens. Then, in the
early twilight hours, 2 old broads still had a flicker of energy to climb the
mountain with Lily.

The days set a record for flying by and soon we were packing Marilyn's van
for her drive to visit her daughter in Sun Valley. I sent her daughter (my
godchild) bounty from my greenhouse, fresh eggs and some of the
condiments we made. The dynamite mustard we made using some berry
wine I just bottled, that will knock your socks off, (and your boots)......
is a definite winner. Making mustard is a true art. We should have a "mustard
cook off or bake off or whatever it can be called. Ha

I watched the tail lights of Marilyn's van disappear down the road and my
life is back to my alone routine, but I still have Lily to share it.  "I love my
dog, I love my hollyhocks, I love my mustard, I love my hoe, I love my
peppers.....I love my.......SEE.... isn't life more grand when you love
everything.

Monday, May 22, 2017

I Love MASH

Why is it, when portraying a group of inebriated men, they 
are often singing in harmony,  "There's a Long, Long trail
Winding, Into the Land of My Dreams?"
(WOW....that is a discombobulated sentence but did you get the gist?)
I mean in old movies, re-runs, etc.

To the precious, illustrious delight of my soul, MASH re-runs are being shown
on TV in the late afternoon. I truly, truly, truly love MASH, my most favorite TV
series ever and forever and even after that.

Yesterday, Hawkeye, BJ and Colonel Potter were drinking their home-made hootch
and of course, singing in sweet harmony the "Long, Long Trail...." song.

In my circle of acquaintences and friends, I am the only person who has this
passion for MASH. This fact made me ponder the "why am I always on the other
side of the fence" question. Truthfully, I didn't come up with a bona fide answer
but I did come up with an answer as to why Col. Potter was my favorite
commander of the 4077.  Col. Potter's character is honesty to a fault, like a
Sagittarius.  He was a fun rounder with the boys but treated his wife and
women in general, with extreme high esteem.

Of course, I just described my husband. In all the years we were married I
honestly never once heard him use any words of profanity, not even a little
hell, or damn. But.....here comes the BUT......one day he had his buddies over
and they were in the living room as I came back from shopping and entered
by way the back door.
As I was putting away groceries I could hear their voices and laughter
swelling with each joke they told.  Oh my goodness, I could hear my husband's
voice tossing around the f-word, telling bawdy stories, being one of the boys.
It's called "locker room talk" and I sneaked out of the house and never told
him I had been there.

Reminds me a little of the "shock" of some women over a Trump smut word.
"Why my husband would never say that," they deny with a smirk.  Oh yeah,
babe, think again. Those are my ideal men because they are real men.

OK, so I wandered off the subject again. Big deal. I'll have my Turkish coffee,
get all buzzed up,  take the old pick-up to get 20 bags of fertilizer so I'll be free
 to watch a couple episodes of MASH later on today.
Life is good.


Monday, May 8, 2017

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

I did like the movie "Forest Gump" and I recently
thought of the phrase he used, "Life is like a box
of chocolates. You never know what you'll get."

I often think of that when I see a new born little baby. The parents are so
shiny-eyed with the grand expectations for this little bundle of humanity.
But it doesn't always turn out that their dreams are realized. It seems to me
I heard that one out of 50 babies is expected to be autistic. That is un-
believably high. Don't hit me over the head if I'm wrong on that number.

This short post isn't going to be a "downer." I don't care for downers.
What's the opposite, "Uppers?" I like uppers. Even though Forest was in
the "so-called slow category," his mother wouldn't allow him to be
treated in any manner that was different from any other kid. Then Forest
went on to have all these wonderful experiences in life.

When you think about that box of chocolates, everyone gets excited over
the anticipation of choosing something that will taste especially sweet
but what it really is, will not be known until we take that first bite.  It's
iteresting to watch a person's hand wander over the top of all those
yummy looking pieces of chocolate nestled in their little wrapper bed,
just hoping the fingers will pick up the one they like.

What if we don't like the chocolate we pick. Well, that's tough.
Here's hoping we got just the piece we wanted.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Everyone is Entitled to an Opinion

Lily is happier than a pig in mud, in her new bed
If I didn't have my shilajit and my Turkish coffee, I
might get a little miffed at being called a moron. 
I just tried to make a friendly visit to a blog that began with the sentence
that all Trump supporters are morons.
I AM A TRUMP SUPPORTER. I am NOT a moron and I
believe everyone is entiled to an opinion without name-calling for those
whose opinions do not match theirs.

Counting Trump, I have lived through 15 (yes FIFTEEN) Commander
and Chiefs of the United States. Some I've really liked and others, not so
much. BUT the sun alwas came up the next day and we had rain for our
crops, babies were born and old people died. Life went on. Throw in some
wars and it made the people come closer together.

President Trump, of course, has some faults but I truly believe that with
time, he will go down in history books as one of our greatest presidents.
Party lines make little difference to me.  Up to this point, Kennedy has
been my favorite president. He had the guts to fire Alan Dulles and I'm
sure most of you know the Dulles brothers, Alan and Foster, were first
responsible for the big interventions we have for "going in and destroying
foreign countries" thus making wandering immigrants, escaping from
 war-torn countries.

All I ask, is before you criticize, look back on history. It usually didn't
begin yesterday.

Hey, try a page from my book. Have a small cup
of Turkish coffee and as Voltaire said, "Now 
let's all go out and cultivate our gardens."

Monday, April 17, 2017

You Go Girl

If you've followed this blog for a while or my old blog
"Wanna Buy a Duck" I'm sure you've heard me mention
my life long friend Marilyn. 

Marilyn is in training. Training for what, you might ask. 
Training for a triathlon to be held August 6. 
Not so unusual but Marilyn is 78 and triathlons are a passionate hobby for her.
You could say she is always in training because her exercise week is divided up by
swimming, running and biking.

I would never even get started at the gate, but I'm the one waiting at the finish
line,  flouncing the pom poms. I am bursting with energy when I watch her
commitment to her workout schedule.

She will be coming for a visit next month, driving her van with her bike
in it's rack. There is an olympic size pool at the Y and plenty of running
space here. She can do her thing while I hoe my spuds.

I planted potatoes yesterday and my Fed Ex guy said I'm late.  They should
have been in the ground by St. Paddy's Day. But then I read in the Farmer's
Almanac that we should never plant potatoes in the sign of Pisces and March
 17 is still Pisces. Oh dear, what to do!  I just got some old sprouted
organic red potatoes from my daughter. Nice sprouts but
Lily started chewing on them and  poof went some of the long sprouts.

Have a happy week and you A to Z'ers are on the home stretch.