Friday, March 30, 2012

Friday 55

It's time to entertain the g-man with a 55 word story.  Make sure you share your masterpiece with him.  

The dogwood petals, 
launched from their tree by a spring breeze,
hung in mid air, 
as if frozen in time.

“Wow! Isn’t Mother Nature amazing?” Joe asked,
 gawking as the petals danced on air.
“It’s like they’re free of gravity.”

“Not hardly,” Sam grumbled, rubbing his nose.
“Pollen’s so thick they can’t reach the ground.”

 NOTE: Camera phones aren't the best source for editing but...
if you look really close, 
you'll see two white spots floating near the tree trunk.  
They were being held in place by spiderwebs,  
invisible in the morning sun.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Maybe I Wished Too Hard

My idea of hell has arrived in buckets: pollen!  It's early, it's overly abundant and no matter what medical miracle concoctions I take, it's still going to overwhelm me for one day.

Today's that day.

I'll spare you the gross details of feeling like slug slime.  Let's just say tomorrow will be a better day.  Why?  Because yesterday, tired of itching just for breathing, I wished for rain.  And our blue sky suddenly began to look like this:

Our lovely dogwood...
despite the danged electric lines that ruin afternoon shots!

 And then the wind began to blow....

A look from across the road. 
At this point,
 I was just glad not to see the Wicked Witch or Toto 
go flying past. 
 It knocked the petals off the Dogwood tree so fast
 it looked like snow!

Maybe by this afternoon, my nose will work again.
Or, Mother Nature will simply make more pollen
and I'll adjust.
Like I do every year.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

One Step at a Time

Been busy doing my homework and paperwork for what we hope will soon be a new charity.  I've been keeping most of this pretty close to the vest...except for telling you, my good blogger buddies, who are the greatest support group ever!

Every time I feel overwhelmed by red tape, I remember photos like this one I recently took when a group of Wounded Warriors were trying their hand at some outdoor range shooting.  Part of archery is spending time looking for what didn't hit the target.
It's easy to get discouraged when dealing with government regulations.  Trying to focus on the good we'll be able to do will keep me on target.  

As a friend told me recently, "Leap of faith, girl.  Leap of faith."

Our buddy above didn't lose his sense of humor when the IED took his leg.  If he can handle that, I can keep filling out paperwork.

So say a prayer, whistle a happy tune...whatever it is you do to offer encouragement that life will take us where we're suppose to be.  Thanks!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Friday 55

Spring is sprung and between sneezes, I wrote a story.  Make sure you share your blooming 55 with the g-man

She read beneath an old cypress in the park,
birdsong weaving into the Cherokee legends.

Cloaked in the words,
she mentally walked wooded trails,
 Indian companion softly speaking.
Whispering tales as old as time.  

“I already KNOW!” a man screeched loudly, 
shattering her peace.
“Tebow is going to New Yawk!”

Reality, she sighed, was loud.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Annual Tradition

With a nod to my hero, Ogden Nash, this will always signal Spring to me.

Spring is sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
the flowers iz?

The bird is on the wing.
Now isn't that absurd?
I always thought the wing
was on the bird. 

Well, Chicken George doesn't really have wings,
but he does display a sense of humor.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Spring Cleaning = Bartering and Trade

I'm usually a "New Year's" kind of cleaner...after Christmas I feel the need to have everything in it's place once the decorations are put away.  Never been one to believe that Spring is a time to clean everything I own, probably because of the thought of dust and pollen being overwhelming.  

Today I cleaned a corner...and I'd like to propose a trade.  Sometimes I think the barter system works better than money anyway.

I'm the kind of person who watches a movie on DVD once....and I'm done.  Which is why I don't own many DVDs.  But I hate to think of them being watched, then consigned to live in a drawer.  Most of my audio books I donate to the local library but I started thinking about how many folks like movies.  So here's my proposal.

Below I'll list what I've got to trade.  If you're interested, let me know which movie you'd like and what you'd like to trade for it.  (And yes, music CDs count as long as they aren't Heavy Metal/Rap/Country).  If you don't have my e-mail address, I probably have yours.

I figure, what the heck.  This might be the cheapest entertainment for all of us in this economy. 

A Bit of Fry and Laurie: Season 1
A Bit of Fry and Laurie: Season 2
My Blueberry Nights
The Sensation of Sight
Return of the Secaucus 7
Racing Daylight
The Nines (Ryan Reynolds) *
Eastern Promises (Viggo Mortensen/Naomi Watts) *
*Have my name on disk

COUNTS AS 2 "Trade" items
LOST: Season 1        (7 disks)
LOST: Season 2        (7 disks)
Season 3: Alfred Hitchcock Presents  (5 disk set)
Harper’s Island (4 disks)

Happy St. Patrick's Day Y'all!

Raising a glass to toast our Irish friends...
and no, not with green beer!  

We had an in-house leprechaun once, 
but seems that when there was no pot o' gold, 
he wasn't treated very well.

Smokey always knew how to show his disgust.
So raise a glass to the Irish friends who warm our hearts,
with a nod to the Irish genes some of us found entwined in the family tree.
And a godspeed and warm embrace to Ken Armstrong, 
whose Da departed Ireland last week to go sing with the angels.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Oh it's Saturday, It's Saturday!

When I was a kid, we watched a program called "The Little Rascals".  Made years before I was born, the adventures of Spanky and "Our Gang" was one of the highlights of Saturday morning.

Moments of those shows stayed with me and just a particular line can make me laugh, even now.  In one episode, Spanky fakes being sick because he doesn't want to go to school.  He places a thermometer under hot water, sticks it in his mouth and calls for his Mom.  She is amazed to discover his fever is well above that which would make him dead, yet keeps a straight face.  Spanky, truly a member of the school of overacting, sighs that he's too sick to go to school.  His Mom sighs too, then adds, "Okay.  But there's no school today.  It's Saturday."

The announcement instantly cures him.  In his bathroom he starts to sing, "It's Saturday, It's Saturday!  Hey non-ee-non-ee and a hot cha cha!"

This video clip, shared by my Mom, made me think of Spanky's joy of discovery.  It may start slow, but it picks up at the 50 second mark.

Dance on friends, dance on!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


Well it's been five months in my temporary broom closet office.

Today, they put up a "Penny for Progress" sign at my Center.  It's a signal that work done on a building was paid for by a referendum passed by the community.

A signal.

I hope it's a sign that they might actually start doing some work!

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Paperwork, Procrastinating People and Hugs from Heroes

Yep, that's how I've spent my week.

I've been compiling paperwork for the Charity that's being created as "Crossroads Wounded Warrior Archery Foundation".  There's A LOT of paperwork involved with being charitable these days.  But today I was able to obtain all the signatures needed for this go round.  I handed off the various logos I created so they guys can make a decision.  Yes, to ensure a quick decision, I only offered 3 designs and a 4th, "Or whatever you come up with."  

It was all worth it when the businessman smiled at me and said, "How do you come UP with this stuff?  I like it!"

Procrastination translates as a work world where everything is needed yesterday and no one involved in this group effort has done anything but...yes, said it with me...ME!  Two of us were given 8 days to compile data from all departments into a major project representing County government in a positive light.  Deadline for "sample" product is Friday and no one has turned in a thing.  I'm not sweating it...let the ones wanting to impress Council do that.

Hugs from Heroes was the bonus I received when the "charity paperwork" was being signed.  In walked another of our Army Wounded Warriors,  coming for a bow. He'd driven from Georgia, riding between those nasty storms popping up in this part of the country!  He opened the door, came in slowly, spoke to Hubby, then wrapped me in a rain soaked but heartfelt bear hug.  When I tried to slip away to let the "guys" talk with an excuse of finishing the laundry, our Army pal looked at me and said, "You've got all day Sunday."

He was right.  So I stayed a while longer, talking to him as he waited his turn while other customers filed in and out.  No, I didn't get the whole story.  But I got enough to understand that he had to let go of a 17 year law enforcement career when he was called in as a Reserve.  He said from 2003 to 2007, he worked his "day job" in law enforcement for only a year and a half between deployments and military training schools.  Due to his injuries, he had to give up law enforcement.  He grinned and said when he's not at the doctor's or at physical therapy, he teaches Army youngsters how to properly work with computers. 

He's a good guy.  So keep him in your thoughts and send him some telepathic love as he undergoes surgery twice this month for implantation of a device in his spinal cord which will enable him to walk better.  I can't wait for him to get back and finish that story he'd begun when we were interrupted.  The one  that started, "I lived in Berlin for 15 years during the Cold War.  You wouldn't believe the stuff that went on in the 70s and 80s."

If you tell me, I'll believe it.  I just want to get a chance to hear it.  From beginning to end.