Friday, February 3, 2017

The Mysterious Little Black Dress



Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would
be left to strive for if everything were known?

Charles DeLint
Good morning everyone.  It's a chilly one for sure.  This morning I am off to Weight Watchers.  I remain on my plateau, only 20 pounds until goal....and free meetings....yet the scale isn't budging.  I've been playing with the same .6 pounds, up and down, since Christmas, and last week I was so frustrated because I SHOULD HAVE had a loss.  Heck, I'd been watching food intake, tracking, and walking anywhere from 2 -3 1/2 miles a day. But, after coming this far I'd be a total fool to quit.  As my leader always as, "The check is in the bank". 

I love a good mystery, don't you?  So, the other day the doorbell rang and UPS had a package for me from Amazon.  Not only was the box all battered and taped up, but I haven't seen this kind of box in awhile.  I also have not ordered anything.




So I open it, and there is a little black dress.  It's still wrapped in the packaging, but there is nothing else in the box.  No invoice.  No gift card.  Nothing.  I called Amazon, and they could not find any record of this.   I posted it on Facebook in case one of my family members or friends had sent it as a gift.  No luck  My daughter suggested a secret admires.  Then I found a number written in the return address and called it.  The man knew exactly why I was calling.  It seems that several months ago, after I had purchased some nightgowns through Amazon, they called and asked if I would be interested in testing out a new brand they were incorporating into their line.  It's been so long I'd forgotten all about it, and in no way did this look like a nightgown.
 The picture doesn't do it justice, but I can just picture this with a strand of pearls and a black straw hat with a white flower.  I've heard nothing from Amazon about it, and when I called I was told I could throw it away or keep it.  You just know I'm going to keep it.  Already have plans for it.  

Just a little disappointed that I don't have a secret admirer.  Oh well.

Have a good one. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Imbolc Blessings

Wishing you all a BlESSED IMBOLC.   Having a quiet day today.  Our Imbolc meal will be boneless chicken cutlets stuffed with peppered cheese and ham and roasted root vegetable.  Later lighting my candles, drawing an oracle card,  and having a solitary ritual. 

 My beautiful Brigid figurine.
 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

My Little Fairy Garden


Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
William Butler Yeats
Yesterday a rant.  Today some fun.  Just prior to Christmas I decided my Christmas present to myself would be a fairy village, so I went on a spending spree.  Now I have to worry about paying it back, but with strict budgeting that will all work out.  Thought I'd just share some pictures with you today.
 My Disney characters.
 A few items too large for my village. Love my little mermaid in the back.
 Look at the little birdie.
The Realm of Fairy is a strange shadow land, lying just beyond the fields we know.
Author Unknown

 My little mermaid.
 All set up.  Lots of tweaking to do.

Buttercups in the sunshine look like little cups of gold.
Perhaps the Faeries come to drink the raindrops that they hold.
Elizabeth T. Dillingham

Monday, January 30, 2017

Monday Morning Blues




Every man has a right to his own opinion, but no man has a right to be wrong in his facts. Bernard Baruch, 1946


Alternative facts are not facts, they're falsehoods.
Chuck Todd, 2017 January 22nd, to Kellyanne Conway, Meet the Press (NBC)

Good morning on this awesome Monday, the beginning of a new week.  Trying to keep myself upbeat lately, but it's not been easy to do.  My heart is breaking about what is going on in my country, and I am afraid....afraid that the monster is trying to start a war because in his own words 'the big mistake was that we didn't steal their oil.  Maybe we'll get another chance'.  I worry for my children, my grandchildren my great grandchildren and my generations to come.  What kind of world will they be entering into?  I worry for my Muslim neighbors, some of the nicest people in the building.  I question how long this monster will be allowed to destroy all the good our nation was built upon before taking him down. Even the Republicans are now beginning to question his mental health.

Yes, I have having a hard time with this.  I will be 70 years old in a little over a month, and I haven't had such fear since the Cuban Missile Crisis.  I remember staring out my window in the middle of the night, night after night, watching for those missiles to come. Fortunately, they never did.   I marched in the 60's and 70's for the very rights they are trying to take away, and I feel so helpless.  I am doing all that I can possibly do, joining organizations, signing petitions, also planning on getting out there and marching with my fellow Sunset Parkers.  And I watch millions more doing the same thing.  But I also watch him daily signing one executive order after another without any regard for the lives of others.  I've shed my tears, lit candles, prayed, meditated, and called out to the goddess for help.  Last night I lit a candle and sat in silence, just me and the dove of peace.


When there is a lack of honor in government, the morals of the whole people are poisoned. Herbert Hoover, 1964

I'm tired of hearing, "You lost.  Get over it".  My feelings have nothing to do with Republican or Democrat, and I am not whining because Hillary lost.  I'm shedding tears because our president has no morality.  I understand that many were so disenchanted with the government that they wanted something different, but by now it should be obvious that Trump was not the one.  He is steadily leading us to war.  Heck, the terror groups are now saying, "Look, the Americans hate us.  They won't even let us in their country."  And this morning the Mosque killings?  No one can convince me that, even though it happened in another country, it was inspired by Trump's hate speeches. So for all those who say 'get over it', I got news for them.  We ALL lost on this one.
Last night, in the midst of all the chaos at the airport, while all the innocents were being held and kept from going home, a smiling Ivanka and her hubby published a photo of themselves dressed up and out on a date.   Have they no heart?  Have they no clue?  Or are they just plain clueless.  In any case, we are in trouble because they are a part of the White House.

Thanks for listening.

THE PRESS MUST BE FREE. It has always been so, and much evil has been corrected by it.— If Government finds itself annoyed by it, let it examine its own conduct, and it will find the cause,— let it amend it, and it will find the remedy.

Thomas Erskine, Thomas Paine libel trial, 1792

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Good morning

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!.... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes. 

Charles Dickens


Good morning everyone.  Wow, what a storm we had last night.  I hear some rain hitting the AC so I guess the storm is not yet over. No plans to go out today.  Yesterday I spent the whole day at the eye surgeon with hubby.  He had his second cataract out.  I've got them, too, but I can still see, and I am really kind of chicken.  I know the surgery is really quite painless, but as long as my opthamologist feels I can wait, I'll wait.  This old age is no picnic.


Found this metal tin on Etsy and had to have it.  My grandmother always had them.  This one features goddesses of the four seasons.  In it I keep some of my candles and crystals.

So, my goddaughter has another new man in her life.  You remember her.  The one who keeps meeting men on Facebook, ending up abused in some way, and calling the relationship quits but not until after she has a baby.  She's got 4 children now and thankfully has had her tubes tied, but she does have a new man in her life.  This one she met on a dating site.    I met him and he was very nice.  And, perhaps it's me, but there's something strange about this man.

I mean, if he turns out to be the real thing for her, I'm happy.  Don't get me wrong.  But, the man  put his name on her baby's birth certificate and claimed him as his own after dating her a little over a month.  Now, there is no taking that back.  This is lifetime.  Should they break up he could take her to court over the baby, or, more than likely, he can be stuck paying child support for a child that is not his for a good many years.  My thing is, why not wait and see if the relationship is going to last before taking such a big step?  What I am seeing is two lonely, desperate people looking for love, but not thinking about consequences of their hasty decisions.  And the poor little boy is at the middle of it.

Wow, just looking at the calendar.  January is almost over.  How fast time is flying!!!  NO, NO, NO.  Don't know if I am ready to enter my 8th decade.  I will be what they call a Septuagenarian, that is a person between the age of 70 years and 80 years.  Seems like yesterday I was celebrating the big 50.  Oh well.  Time marches on.

Have a good one.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Hi Everyone



First we are children to our parents, then parents to our children, then parents to our parents, then children to our children.

Milton Greenblatt

Gosh, it has been so long.  Just haven't been able to visit here.  My apologies. I always say I am going keep up with this, and then I do the opposite.   So much going on.  Had some shoulder issues which made it hard for me to type so I stayed away from the computer as much as possible to allow it time to heal.  Repetition injury and a bit of osteoarthritis. I hate that crunching sound when I move it.   Golly, this growing old is no picnic for sure.  

Got some awesome news for you.  As you know, a few years back I became an ordained interfaith minister.  Well, back in November for the heck of it I sent in my credentials, all courses taken, and my letter of intention.  Wasn't expecting anything, and even if accepted, wasn't planning on completing it because, honestly, I don't have the money.  Well, the first week of the year I not only got my acceptance into school, but with the scholarships for senior citizens and financially strapped individuals, I don't have to pay.....and I after completing a few necessary courses toward my Masters, I have been placed in the Doctorate Program with studies focusing on Feminist Theology.  Basically, the semester opens in March, but one of my core subjects is open now so I've been working on that.

Also signed up for a course 30 Days of Brigid.  It's part of a series of 30 day seasonal courses based on the wheel of the year.  Very enjoyable. 

My retiree classes at college start in February and will not interfere with my courses.  I am only taking three this year....Retirement and Aging, Creative Writing and Memoir Writing.   I gave up on the Spanish class before the end of the year.  We NEVER move on.  Each semester several new people join the class, and we end up starting at the beginning again.  Sorry,  but I have had enough.  Thought by now I'd be past greetings.

Oh yes, and I'm almost finished with my Crystal Healing course.  I keep myself busy for sure.    And I am now walking over two miles a day.  Big difference from three years ago when I could barely go a block.  Would never know I'm going to be 70 in two months.

I will leave you with a few pictures of Christmas with the family.  First one with us altogether in 40 years.  Only one missing was my eldest son who still has not found forgiveness in his heart.

 My daughter and I.
 My daughter and my grandchildren.
 Me and one of my great granddaughters.
 Me, my two sons, and my daughter.
 Granddaughter and her husband, great grandchildren, daughter and her friend.

 The two blonds are my great grandchildren.
My granddaughter and her husband, my grandson, my three great grandsons, and my great granddaughter.
 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

When Family Drifts Apart

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!

Charles Dickens

This morning I was  feeling melancholy, and I grabbed my mom's old photo album and ended up transporting myself to days gone by as well as the shedding of a few tears.  Oh, how I would love to go back in time and see family on Christmas  for just one day.  They're all gone now.  All of them--grandma and grandpa, Ruth, Uncle Collis, Harry, dad, and mom passed last year.  All I have left is the few cousins.  We were a small family.  I was an only child and mom's 4 siblings only had a couple of kids each.  And sadly, us cousins were never really very close, even as children. 

Some of these cousins I have managed to find through Google, FB, and Classmates and we have been in contact; still others I have attempted to contact, but have received no response.  For the life of me, I don't understand.  We are all that is left of the old days.  Sure, mom alienated all of her family, but 50 years has passed.  It was mom who caused the instability in the family, not me.  All I did was drift away.  Isn't it time to let go of old resentments and become a family once more for the time we have left?  Why is it just so hard to let go? 

Maybe I ask too much of them.  Maybe they don't want any part of the past.  Maybe they have painful memories that I know nothing about.  But, my memories are painful as well.   I am not giving up, though.  My life is finally becoming complete, and I refuse to let go.

I did find my cousin who is wearing glasses.  He still lives in his dad's old home.  He's a bit of a hermit, but he did respond to my letter.  He seems very sad, and I look forward to the spring when I intend on paying him a visit.  

(Sorry for the quality of the picture.  It's old and in order to avoid the light of the flash I had to take it at an angle.)