Wednesday, August 27, 2014

For Our Irish Singer

It's been a weird couple of days.  Hubby and I've been to several doctors' appointments leading up to his knee surgery.  It's one of those moments in life when you know it'll all work out, but you feel bad that your Beloved is going to feel lousy before he feels better.  But he's ready for it, so I have to be too.

Then talk turned yesterday to two of our senior citizens who are in nursing homes and who have, quite frankly, decided enough is enough.  One is 90 and just had a massive stroke, the other is 98 and sliding downhill much too slowly as she sees it.  It's hard to acknowledge that these two people I've known for almost 20 years might shuffle off while I'm gone. Then I remind myself of what they've shared with me...and that's a wonderful gift.

But when I got home, I discovered our much loved Irish Singer has had enough with the Internet highway.  I don't blame him.  When you have days that you begin to yell at the screen,"There can't BE this many stupid people!" it's time to take a break from the invisible people with the loud opinions.  Although it was with a heavy heart that I acknowledged his message with one of understanding, he didn't sever all ties.  He gave us a way to stay in touch.  A lovely, old fashion way which will guarantee that he hasn't heard the last of me.  

Funny how we take things for granted.  This morning I noticed that my work calendar has a motivational saying at the top of each week. Now I've had this thing since July 2013.   I've just ignored the writing on the top thinking it was probably trying to sell me something...or remind me to reorder a refill for the fancy book where it resides.  Today I discovered it had a message for me and me Irish Pal:

"The difficulties you meet will resolve themselves as you advance. 
Proceed, and light will dawn and shine 
with increasing clearness on your path."

Hmmm.  And I've been thinking about my path lately.  I have a direction in mind, but no map.  Which made me grin...cause I have a friend named Map.  And the card I received Monday was the first thing I thought of when he advised he was flying away. 

Just remember Friend, your other wing is in the South...and it's sister is further south...and north towards Canada.  After all, that birds of a feather thing must have some truth to it.  Take care.  We'll still be here.

Monday, August 18, 2014

I was 16, going on 17

I've been busy trying to tie up loose ends before Hubby's knee replacement surgery on Aug. 28th.   Won't have much time for hobbies for a couple of weeks after least.  I was cleaning up some Family Tree info when I found this.

This was my 17th birthday 
and Hubby-to-be-one-day turned 18 the next month.  
Ah, youth.
(Hey Ponita...THERE's where that 23 inch waist was hiding!)

Friday, August 8, 2014

"I Do"....and still counting

Today marks year 34.  
Not sure how we got here that fast, 
but it was the best decision I ever made.

Now if only I knew where to find that 23" waist!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

African Attitude

Not all of Hubby's "trophies" were taken with a weapon.  Many were taken with a camera, allowing me to put together an impressive photo book of his trip.  You really do need to click on each photo to get the full effect. 

Sometimes these animals just didn't look real with their distinctive colors, 
as if they were painstakingly hand painted. 

Then there were the animals which either looked like 
spare parts hastily assembled...
...or proof that God has a sense of humor.

After a while, I found myself drawn in by the amusing,
spur of the moment, 
hey-that's-not-exactly-what-I-was-aiming-for shots.  

The face only a Mother could love.

I keep hearing Robert De Niro in my head mumbling, "You talking to me?"

African raspberry.

"If I hide behind a tree, no one can see me."
"Hey!  I can see Friday from here."
(followed by De Niro), 
"You looking at ME?!"
But my favorite shot by far, 
is one which makes me laugh out loud. 
There's just something about that flip of the head 
that translates into a whole new attitude.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Just Checking In

I'm here.  
I'm hoping you're there.  
Here's wishing all of us a good week.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Let it Pour

Well, we had that first Thunderstorm of Summer that took out a tree and several limbs.  Since then....pretty much nothing.

Not so much a drought, but such minute sprinkles that rain seems to evaporate before it hits the ground.  Our green lawn is now brown and crunchy.

And then Mother Nature threw down.  In buckets.  And I got to ride home through it.  Twice.

The first time hit just as I was leaving work the other day and I could barely see the front of my car.  I thought I'd waited long enough, because that storm had hit before the end of the work day, so I thought it was done.  Not hardly.  There was a 2 mile let up, then I "caught" up to the original storm.  It stopped long enough for me to turn toward the house and see this.


At least I got to the front porch before it hit again.

                                                                  Heading inside,
                                              I'm pretty sure I heard the grass sighing in joy.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

African Adventure = I Get Souvenirs

As promised, a glance at what Hubby brought home from his adventure.  Heaven help me,  he's already talking about going back!

Okay, so we'll start with a couple of things he brought home for his "Africa wall"...that will be in his Shop, not the house.

Tribal masks: Male and Female

Then antique versions of Female and Male

 This knife slides into its carved wooden handle,
 the blade is a metal pounded out by hand.

Just what Map needs for opening beer:
a Warthog tusk bottle opener. 

Then comes the girl stuff that you'd expect a husband to buy: 

  The "Giraffe earrings" are carved from bone.
The diamond shaped pair are wood from a local tree, inlaid with bone.

Both the bracelet and necklace are carved bone. 

Then he got creative.

How about a pair of hand carved bone Salt & Pepper shakers?
One has a Rhino, the other an Elephant.  

 These folks are masters at wood carving.
A bowl, complete with Zebra stripes.

A Trinket Box carved out of a tree.

Take a look inside....what you can't see is the box isn't square,
the sides are actually carved inward.

Then there's this amazing carving, 
handcrafted while Hubby waited...
on a nut!

It's about the size of a medium fig 
and has a Zebra...
a Giraffe and an

(Plus my name)

Of course the best gift was getting Hubby back in one piece,
rested, relaxed and with lots of stories.
But he had one more surprise for me.

Now how cool is that?!