This Great Blue Heron, initially camouflaged by the sunlight on the creek, seemed to jump out of nowhere into my vision. Although he was just a few yards from me, he remained a silent, motionless sentinel.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
I want to see your security blankets. No, not the kind Linus carries around with him in the Charlie Brown cartoons, although, if you have one of those, by all means share it. What I want to see are the items you just cannot leave home without. What is it that if you leave your house without, you feel naked, incomplete, not quite right? This can be one thing or many things. And since most of us don't live in a clothing optional society, lets just assume we all leave the house fully dressed...I want to hear about those other things...the extras. The things that make women's purses so heavy and men's pockets so messy (I'm going to get grief for this one, aren't I?) What can't you leave home without? Show us pictures, tell us stories...have fun!
I have entirely too much junk in my purse and most of it I could leave at home. Distraction is a poor excuse for not removing it.
It holds my day timer/address book, my credit cards, my grandchildren photographs, my lipsticks, lotions, eye drops, fingernail file, pay stubs, store receipts, Altoids, and the kitchen sink. The strap groove is my shoulder is proof of a far too heavy bag.
The past few years I have added several items to this carry-all. Just in case I want to blog it, paint it, or identify it, I take the following:
ps. If I'm spending the night, I take my pillow and comforter, too.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
After I dipped my Fuji Apple in Caramel at lunch time, I returned to work and finished the Coconut Crème Pie that was leftover from my birthday.
I cringed when the afternoon sun cast my shadow across the parking lot. Ouch. Shade in the summer, heat in the winter.
Speaking of heat in the winter…we purchased a cord of wood last week in anticipation of some cool autumn evenings around the fireplace. Instead, we opened the doors every evening this week. Indian Summer.
Several times I’ve heard the cry of a Night Hawk and glimpsed it’s graceful pursuit of insects by the light of the street lamp. Maybe the cold front moving in will encourage him to begin his migration. I hope he doesn’t have to travel through southern
Tonight it might freeze. If it does, our yellows, oranges, and reds will turn to winter brown. Apparently, the length of the night has equal influence on the hues that paint the deciduous trees. I always thought it was the frost.
I remember studying about photosynthesis when I was in high school. That was many fall seasons ago. If I close my eyes, I can remember the smell of chalkboards and floor wax. The fall weather confused the heating system, so, by early afternoon the classrooms would be uncomfortably warm. If the teacher was boring, that after lunch class was a real head jerker.
I would wrap my morning sweater around my waist and stroll the 2 miles home. Then, mom warned me away from opening the outside door to the kitchen. She didn’t want any temperature change to influence the sealing process in the pears, her last fruit canning of the season. The house smelled of boiling sugar syrup mixed with the fumes from bleach water. Mom always scalded and sanitized her ‘mason’ jars. Once removed from the boiling water bath, the jars of fruit lined counters and tabletops. I kept track of the telltale pops as they sealed. If the numbers didn’t match up, Mom tapped the lids with her fingernail and listened for a certain resonance.
Freshly canned fruit was a wonderful treat with my bowl of Ruskets for breakfast. (*Ruskets was a cereal that came shaped like a biscuit of pressed wheat flakes.)
As much as I love fall, I think it’s the time of year I miss my mother most of all.
I love my Canon Power Shot (S2IS), but I haven't mastered all the settings. Like taking night pictures. This was the best of fifty.
Join the wolves tonight and go check it out.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
These aren't necessarily artsy items that I have chosen to share. But, you may figure out why each came to mind when WT mentioned T-shirts and Caps. I hope you enjoy them as much as we do.
Someone gave this to the hubby to remind him that he came from a family that didn't laugh at "natural bodily functions," and married into one that does.
We flew to Hawaii on a Saturday (2002) and the next day my father in law had a heart attack. Before flying out the following morning,we (in a daze) purchased pineapples and T-Shirts at the Airport. At home Hubby stopped by his "office" wearing this shirt. It could have been a very sticky situation. Fortunately, someone who knew he was grieving for his father took him aside and suggested that he change his shirt. It really is a beautiful shirt. He looks great in the color, so he wears it around the house.
A friend brought me this T-Shirt hundreds of years ago. I have worn it to shreds. I still love it.
Pamela's old favorite from pamela on Vimeo.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The Blogging Chicks Carnival has not been very active in recent months. If Michele gets enough entries you will find the Carnival here. I cut my blogging teeth with the Chicks. I wish more people from the Blog Roll supported the weekly highlight of best posts.
Fun Monday was my second immersion into weekly blogging events. Come back tomorrow to see pictures of "clothing art." Then head over to Willowtree's to find a list of all the participants.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Today was one of those fall days that blow away any doubt that the season has changed.
Maybe it was just a normal autumn bluster or maybe it was the promised last hurrah of the Pacific typhoon Ling Ling.
Awwww--- perhaps tomorrow October’s Dance will make an encore.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
(40 apple varieties, 10 pear)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Her choice for today's fun: Describe your meeting with your spouse/significant other. I especially want to hear "meet cute" stories. And it doesn't have to be your actual current sig/other. Perhaps the "meet cute" story is a former boy/girlfriend... or even a best friend. Illustrate with photos, of course.
Fast forward few years and there were drastic changes in my life.I was divorced
Friday, October 12, 2007
Quite a few of you suggested the drown it in booze method. There were several recipe's included that might just well show up during our holiday celebrations whether I'm sick or not. Thanks to Kathleen Marie for not recommending her pumpkin drink.
willowtree ... Rum and bed.
Bibi .. My cure (passed on through generations ... this was dad's other cure!) is a hot toddy, lots of warmth, and early to bed. My fave toddy is boiling water poured over Captain Morgan's spiced rum, lots of honey, and mashed lemons. Hmmm I think I feel a cold coming on ...
Amanda ... Take a shot of everclear, ma. That will cure about anything! ;o)
Beccy .. The only good thing about colds when I was young, dad would give me hot whiskey and lemon and mum didn't say anything about underage drinking. Dad even gave me a bottle of whiskey for medicinal purposes when I went off to university. It didn't last long enough to give me any relief from a cold!!! BTW, I wasn't that young...16 or 17.
nikki ... Karmyn forgot the zippy ties and bungee cords!Vodka and sleep is all I have to offer.
dawn ... My FIL swears by rum and honey--drink the rum, and take the honey to bed. I don't know if it cures anything, but you might feel better. (bwaa ha ha ha pamela)
coffeypot ... When I get a cough or runny nose and fever I find that chemotherapy and radiation works. For the chemo I chug down a shot of Jack Black and then radiate in a very hot tub of water – the only time I take a bath. I’m a shower boy.
Kathleen Marie ... When I first moved to Nebraska at 15 -- and encounter really, really cold weather, all the people around there said a shot of peppermint schnapps would do the trick. I don't like schnapps so there was no way it would do me any good. Others claimed a Hot Toddy or Hot Buttered Rum.I think the latter two work great. At least they sort of knock you out.
Shelby .. yes a hot toddy is in order.
Also got some of the old fashion methods. Susie and Susie Q win the Vicks rub off. Oh my goodness!
LIBSMOM ... A humidifier right away, plenty of strong, hot chicken soup and orange juice for the Vitamin C.
Susie ... My Mom used to rub my chest with Vicks and then put a big glob up each nostril. Boy did that stuff burn!
Karmyn R ... sleep sleep and more sleep.I've been told WD-40 and Duct Tape work too. (heh)
rose ... Mom and Dad would say "you need a Physic." and a Physic to them was a big does of epsom salts. (My grandparents did the salts, too. Mom put her foot down, tho... we only soaked sore feet and small injuries in it. pamela)
bermudabluez ... Vitamin C, Vicks, and tons and tons of sleep...
Kila ... Vicks, vitamins, and extra Zinc and C like you mentioned, and sleep if I'm lucky ;) Hot soup is nice, too. I'm not a fan of cold medications.
ChrisB ... All my remedies have been mentioned, I was a big believer of Vicks,( probably because it smelt nice), Echinacea, hot lemon and rest. What's the old saying 'feed a cold and starve a fever'.
my4kids ... Sorry no good cures here just rest...
dieter ... Nothing really works apart from rest and fluids(water)how ever I do take a higher does of Vit c just incase I am wrong.
Simply Jenn ... I do the zinc and C also.
Golden To Silver Val ... My mom always said "feed a cold and starve a fever" so I go by that and also take plenty of Vitamin C's (at least 3,000 mg. a day if you're sick, 2,000 mg a day during cold season). If I get sick, I take NyQuil and rub Vick's on my forehead, neck and chest, then go to bed and get plenty of rest.
Susie Q ...
Lots of sleep, hot drinks...tea, a toddy, whatever! Orange juice, oranges, grapefruit, Zcam and chicken soup. (Would you believe my late FIL used to swallow Vicks? He claimed that worked but geez...it clearly says on the label do NOT take internally!
There are those who prefer the new fandangle meds that have recently hit the cold and flue remedy aisle at the local drug store. I bought them all. My pharmacist thanks you.
a glass of wine, nighttime cold medicine and bed 9 hours of sleep a night. Worked like a charm. Also, lots of soup.
I heart Z*cam! Love it, love it, love it. It speeds everything up.
I like EmergenC...Chicken soup works well for me. My hubby likes Green tea and honey...but for Me if its some cruddy chest congestion then a tsp of dried Coltsfoot flowers in a mug add boiling water and let steep for 15 minutes,strain, add honey, sip slowly. Same with Mullein one tsp of dried leaves...you can brew them together in the same cup...Mullein is very bitter so you will defiantly want honey/lemon/sugar to taste! Rest Rest Rest!
~JJ!... NyQil. Shots and shots of NyQuil.Or shots of something even stronger. (This reminds me of an elderly woman I knew who was a teetotaler - and how she loved her Nyquil. Is there such a thing as a Nyiquilholic? pamela)
Glenda...I'm telling you...airborne every 3 hours
BarnGoddess...Zicam!! it really works. Don't get the nose spray tho, it burns like heck.
Then there were those who had a combination of helpful suggestions. The part about getting the hubby to give me some TLC has been duly noted.
her indoors .. i take paracetemol, lem sip, and lots of liquid, go to bed with a good book and big box tissue
Debs ... Get plenty of rest.Vick rub on the chest.Chicken soup. Then, get your hubby to serve you breakfast in bed. Then he must rub your back, shoulders, and/or feet.
Shelby ... yes - get your husband to serve you breakfast in bed - - absolutely the best idea.
Walker ... Lots of sympathy from the husband three times a day while he is doing the cooking.
Joy T. ... If my husband was answering this he'd be telling you to "Get out the garlic cloves and start chowing down." Me? I take massive amounts of Vitamin C. I also use a product called Cold F/X (a herbal remedy) and a product called Oscillococcinum. Ya. Say that 3x really fast. Which is the only way I go unless I am absolutely dying. Then I just drink liquor and sweat it out :o)
Jenni ... When my kids are sick, I pump them full of vitamin C, kyolic garlic, echinacea, and elderberry concentrate. Chicken soup is comforting and helps get them more fluids, but I'm not so sure it's a cure. I always use Hyacinth's chicken broth from Pioneer Woman Cooks for my chicken soup now.If anyone's feeling *really* bad, though, in addition to all of the above, they get the store brand NyQuil.
Kelly - PTT ... I think I've recently discovered that my "crud" is actually allergies. I started taking Claritin and I'm good as new!
Melissa ... recommended grapefruit as a natural anti-histamine and it worked wonders. (I am sure this would cure me. If I knew I would have to eat grapefruit I would never get sick again. pamela)
These two figure it just takes time.
Gwen... Sounds like that bug will have to run it's course
karisma ... Well, let me know whatever works please. I have had my cough for four weeks now. (Someone told me that they took castor oil - and then they didn't dare cough. pamela)
A few accusations. I swear I didn't do it . . .
Sorry to hear you have the crud. You DID buy something from the traveling Fishmobile, DIDN'T YOU?!?!?
BarnGoddess ... you gave me your crud!!!!!!!!!
And... even a token advertiser.
Patriot ... I think a free giveaway will cure the crud. ;o)
:-T ( pamela
Thanks to all of you for your cheery words, healing recipes, and good advice.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Usually, when I feel the first discomfort, I get out the zinc lozenges and the Echinacea tabs. According to laboratory studies, Echinacea has not proven to be beneficial. However zinc is helpful, as is vitamin C.
Many people testify to the wonders of A*rborne and other new products designed to stop the culprit before the symptoms even begin.
I'm trying to remember any remedy that my mom used on me and my siblings. I think she scared germs away by making "the face." She put my feet in a bucket of hot water once and covered me with a blanket to sweat it out.
My dad thought the answer to every sickness was to have your morning...uh...constitutional. Apparently he considered irregularity the source of many diseases. ( No worries, here, however...when I drove out of the garage this morning, the sun reflected off an arachnid swinging close to my face. That did the trick.)
My boss says a hot toddy is the best defense against the creeping crud.
What's your potion? I'm going to post the answers.
I may even try your cure.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
As the host, I don't need to convince myself to come stay at a local B & B. That is why I'm going to just show you what I saw on any given day this week.
I pointed South, East, West, and North. I even pointed it Up- towards the sky. So. the hubby got up on the roof and pointed it down towards the ground (in the back yard.)
The Autumn colors and leaf falls are sure to come soon. We need some cold frosty nights to bring on the golds, reds, and oranges.
P.S. I'm praying for snow for November.
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Thank you to all who made this Fun Monday such a delightful hosting duty. I can't wait to do it again.
Check out the post below for ALL THE WONDERFUL BLOGGERS participating in today show and tell.
Next week, Janet - The Planet of Janet ,a new face in the Fun Monday blogfest will be hosting. She won't have her Fun Monday post up until tomorrow - so go check her out on Tuesday and give her your support.
I'm the lucky host for the next Fun Monday's subject: AN OCTOBER VIEW.
So...welcome one and all!!
The very first Fun Monday granted us all a view from every front porch. It was winter in the Northern Hemisphere and summer in the Southern Hemisphere. Not everyone has a front porch. Therefore, the rules will be more flexible for this photograph. (Of course Swampwitch has long ago tied them in pretzel knots with her interpretations.)
Here they are:
I want to see what you see on any given morning this week; from somewhere very near where you live. Front porch, back porch, down the street, around the corner. Just makes sure it's your neighborhood. Post a photo that will send me to the travel agent to book a weekend at your local Bed & Breakfast.
Post your October View on Monday, October 8 .
Write a little or write a lot.
Link to this post with the participants list
ps, HOST Fun Monday on October 15 by dropping me an E-mail - and I'll pass the Torch WE HAVE A VOLUNTEER
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If you are participating and I failed to add you to the list - leave a comment (or Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org ). If you are on the list in error, do the same.
Pamela - Bubble Writes
Jill - Little Mouse House
Willowtree (Peter) - A Dingo Got My Barbie
Debs- One Crazy Stitcher
Fianna - Fianna's Little Internet Space
mjd - Return of The White Robin
Robinella - Robin's Nest
Lisa - Lisa's Chaos
Robin - Pensieve
Alisonwonderland - We're All Mad Here
Janet - The Planet of Janet (post will be up Tuesday)
Alix - DC Days
ChrisB - MsCellania
Sayre - Sayre Smiles
Katy- Her Indoors
Nikki- Antics of a Crazy Mom
Katabug - Lady K
Beckie - Give it a Try
Jodi- Miller Insight
Walker - Subtle Oak Flavor
Susan - Trout Towers
Susan - A Slice of Life
Pamela - The Dust Will Wait (:
Karmyn - Dreaming What Ifs
The Other Bear -Uncaring Bear
Teri - My 4 Kids
Little Miss Moi - Nezaleahnosti
Fanatic - Anglophile FootBall Fanatic
Heather - Fumbling for Words (ps. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving
Amanda - Full Time Everything
Karisma - Karisma & Kids
Kerith - Kerith's Corner of Momdum
Silent One - Silent Tunes of Grey
Kila - Mom to 3 Cubs
Vicki - Catching Light
Blue Mama - Life in the Fish Bowl
Jenni - Prairie Air
SwampAngel - A Florida Journal
Lisa - The Food Snob
Tiggerlane - The Neophyte Blogger
Deb - Whats The Magic Word
BS - The First of Six
Arkansas Songbird - Quarternotes
Swampwitch - Ancedotes, Antidotes, & Anodes
Jennie Boo - O So Mo Love
Karina - Candid Karina
Myanderings - Myanderings
Debbie - A Step at a Time
Christine - Are We There Yet
Kathleen Marie - The Open Window
Pat - Back Porch Musings
Terri - Junebug
Anni - Hootin' Anni's
Jenny - Mama Drama
Min - Mama Drama
Susie Q - Rabbit Run Cottage
Dallas - Sallad.net
Kit - Kitten's Homeschool
Peter - Holties House
Amy - A Family Story
Serina Hope - Laughter, Love, and Madness
Jeanne - BermudaBluez
Dawn - Colors of Dawn
Donetta - A Life Uncommon
Saturday, October 06, 2007
My brother Mike is a physical therapist. An excellent physical therapist. His job requires traveling to rehabilitation centers and to people’s homes to treat patients.
He can see to do his work without glasses. However, the monstrous amount of paperwork that any medical care involves calls for those reading glasses. Just like me, and his wife Tami, the eyewear Queen, he bought “Dime Store Glasses.”
One day he purchased a pair that was not only perfect for reading the fine print, but also fit his head and flattered his face. They came with a price tag about four times higher than the previous ones, but still not as expensive as prescription glasses. He was extremely happy with this discovery and kept them with him at all times.
Unfortunately, one evening he arrived home to the realization that his favorite eyewear had not arrived home with him.
In his mind, he retraced his route, going over his hourly activity in an attempt to pinpoint the last memory of having them.
His final patient of the day was an elderly stroke patient. The old gentlemen had been difficult and uncooperative. He remembered writing his patient assessment, then returning to the patient’s bedside to give an encouraging word before he said goodbye.
“I think I left my glasses on Mr. Smith’s nightstand,” Mike told his wife why he was leaving earlier than usual for work the next morning. It was only a few minutes out of his way to drive by and collect them.
Mike arrived at the convalescent home, greeted the staff, and walked down the hall to Mr. Smith’s room.
Mr. Smith lay sound asleep upon his bed. There, prominently displayed upon his hawkish nose, sat Mike’s glasses.
Tiptoeing quietly to the fellow’s bedside he hoped to put a finger under the frame and lift them without detection.
Mr. Smith did not stir. In fact, Smith seemed eerily quiet. Mike leaned close and realized that Smiths chest was still. He grabbed the man’s lifeless cold wrist and checked hopefully for a non-existent pulse. Retreating from the room, he made his way to the charge nurse to report the passing of his patient.
Then, he remembered why he was there.
Mike walked back into Mr. Smiths room and over to the body. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.
Finally, he grabbed the specs, folded them and placed them in his pocket, and returned to the busy schedule of his day.
We laugh about the absurdity of it now.
What would YOU do?
Friday, October 05, 2007
When I commented, I changed my sign on To "Black Velvet Naked Man looking for Black Velvet Naked Lady Wallpaper" to leave her a silly comment. My sense of humor gets more wicked as the clock ticks away the hours of the day. It made sense on her post.
I forgot to change it.
So, I must apologize to any of you with Typepad blogs, who got comments from me under the alias above. OH MY. Can I blame it on ME2?
I am so embarrassed.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
A pot of burning chili sparked fears of a biological terror attack in central
Firefighters wearing protective breathing apparatus were called to
That usually happens after we eat it at our house.
I wonder if there was a card that read: Dear Harry, Here's a few items left behind when you walked out on me for that other woman.
Blue Grass Cocktail. Shake down and pour into chilled cop car.
State Rep. Matthew Barrett was giving a civics lesson Tuesday when he inserted a data memory stick into the school computer and the projected image of a topless woman appeared instead of the graphics presentation he had downloaded.And they learn, as in this case, about the Veto
Carla Dupree say God is trying to tell her that five kids is enough. That’s after No.5 was born at a freeway off ramp. Her mother-in-law was driving her from
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
Oh please help me make a decision. VOTING CLOSED. AN OCTOBER VIEW - YOUR OCTOBER VIEW IS THE HANDS DOWN WINNER
Robin had a wonderful idea last week about writing of a childhood book, or any book for that matter that left a forever memory.
I really want to revisit Fun Monday's origin and see the beauty of spring or fall (depending in which hemisphere you reside) from your front door, or back door or side door or any view you want to share close to your home.
The hubby thinks the story of your "first kiss" should be the assignment. I don't think I've ever told him about mine, even though he has shared his story. (His is better.)
Please vote! I should know by Wednesday morning which way the blogosphere leans.
October 8 is Columbus Day - and a holiday for me and many others. I hope that won't keep everyone from joining in.
Fun Monday is open to anyone who wants to join in the revelry.
Please leave me your link in the comments.
There was more, and you are welcome to click over there and enjoy the full nuance of one of Robin's loquacious narrations. You gotta love the way she can use words. (And read the other participants, too!)
I worried all week about shoes. Mine are bought for comfort - and purchased with enough room to insert my prescription orthotics. Yes, folks... my days of straps, stilettos, and open toed sandals are over. Even my daughters tell me that my walking shoes look like "Grandma shoes." DUH! Isn't that what their kids call me? Friday night rolled around and the only shoes I would consider sharing were the hubby's bronzed baby booties.
Then, we heard about an unusual gathering in the vicinity and all thoughts of my Fun Monday assignment disappeared.
Instead of blogging, I packed up and headed to The Waluulapum Warriors Powwow.
It started with a one man ceremonial dance accompanied by drums and song. Then the different tribes were represented in an elaborate procession of traditional ceremonial dress. An Honor Guard carried the US Flag, Tribal Flags and Eagle Staffs.
After the Unity Dance (which I wanted so badly to join in on the dome floor), the Master of Ceremonies spoke of wealth. Their wealth was in moccasins - but not in the material, or the beads that were sewn into the many designs.
Their wealth walks in the heart of their young as they learn and carry on the traditions of the elders. Their wealth walks in the knowledge that is passed down by the elders of the tribes. Their wealth walks in the love shared by the parents and their children. A powwow is a a gathering of their wealth: family.
When the grandmothers danced, the MC requested that all in attendance stand to honor them. In awe and in smiles, I stood in my orthotic grandma shoes. It was at that moment I knew which shoes would grace my Fun Monday entry today.... and none of them were mine.