Lately, time seems to be moving very fast, yet so slow. How is that possible? Days feel like an eternity of the same over and over, but then, the family met up last Tuesday evening to celebrate Dad turning sixty. Kelly will be forty very soon. I am explaining all this to him, and I am indignant, “It’s going by too fast!” He has almost been on the Earth for forty years, and then one day it will be my turn. Eek! Slow down, life. Slow down. I want to shake the younger ones and “dress them down” as K. says. I’ll tell them the mistakes not to make, but then, I want to dream. There’s still time for me, too. Continue reading “But I Held My Breath, I Kicked My Feet”
Oh, weekend of plenty! What I desperately needed before the normal routine at work resumed came just in time this weekend. Perhaps, it goes even deeper. Perhaps, it’s what I needed in life right at this moment. My words won’t adequately capture it all, but I’ll make a go of it for my own records anyway.
Saturday morning, and I’m waking up to my frolicsome silver cat snuggles and my bearded love wondering if I might make him breakfast. I adore weekend mornings: thick slices of quiet near the ones I care about the most. Here we are with messy hair, side by side at the table. Here we are with the kitties fighting or dozing nearby, depending on their moods. Sometimes I am screaming at the top of my lungs that they are “driving me crazy” as they hiss, fight, and run laps around the house. Other days, I am doting on them. I whisper as Francis dozes by my breakfast plate, “You are the most handsome cat to ever live. You are the most darling of them all.” He ignores me no matter whether I offer criticism or praise, and I love him for it. I make K.’s eggs first, and then for me, a baked egg in toast and a mug of coffee. Continue reading “Songs from the Edge of the World”
Apparently the internet has decreed it “National Hat Day” today so I thought I’d post. I’m a huge fan of hats. The internet is already flooded with articles discussing either the inherent weirdness that is found in women who wear hats or applauding them. Fortunately, I don’t pay much heed to the naysayers. I look to the woman in my life who has served as my fashion guru, and I see myself becoming more and more like her every day. She makes gutsy choices, even at seventy-eight, and she understands that fashion should be fun. My Grandmother, affectionately known as Jo Jo, is one of the most stylish women I know.
- [Spell your name backwards]: Haras (seems appropriate)
- [Where do you live?]: Northeast Arkansas
- [Describe yourself in 4 words]: picky, hedonistic, creative, loner
- [Who is your worst enemy?]: So often it’s myself—anxieties, fears, cozy ruts, self-sabotaging. I’m always the only one that holds me back which is a drag in the regrets department.
- [If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?]: Besides my three cats? I would absolutely buy an Afghan Hound. That’s one of the first things I’d buy if I ever win the lottery! They’re the classiest dog on the planet. People think they’re ugly, but I find them to be regal. They make jewelry to look like Afghan Hounds, that’s all I’m saying (see below; I’d wear the hell out of that ring, too).
Two posts in one day? It’s unheard of, folks! Since I finished my Christmas posts, I wanted to do one of the updates that I missed the most—my Thankful Thursday posts (errrr…a day late)! I like these most because it allows for me to ramble as I used to in my dear old lj days (Livejournal for you young ones). This was my first week back at work, and the students aren’t back yet so I’m most thankful I’ve been able to slowly ease back into the 8 to 5 routine. I’m missing spending every day at home with the kitties, but until I win the Powerball, I can’t be a stay at home cat mom. Here’s what I’m thankful for this week.— Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday from January 7th
We ended the holiday season with our second trip to Ste. Genevieve, Missouri. Last Christmas we stopped there for a day, and as we wandered around during their yearly Christmas festival, I spied the most charming bed and breakfast. Kelly and I promised we’d come back to visit someday, and I was so happy we went back after Christmas this year and finally stayed at The Southern Hotel. Continue reading End of December Getaway
Another highlight of my holiday season was our little getaway to Natchitoches, Louisiana. Last year, a friend of mine who visits every year was talking about it in the office, and I immediately posted a Youtube video on Kelly’s page with a “We have to go here” message attached. Fortunately, Kelly’s family saw our posts, and in December of 2015 they gave us a gift certificate to Andre’s Riverview Bed & Breakfast.
It’s been a while my friends, huh? As I’ve fallen horribly behind on the Savannah posts, I decided I no longer felt like talking about that devastatingly old trip so just know that I had a wonderful time, and let’s start fresh in the new year? It makes me feel better, anyway. I’ve got a clean slate again, and isn’t that the best?
My recent break in this corner of the internet was due to several weeks of holidaying, visiting with family, and mostly exploring the depths of laziness during my time off from work. I feel happily refreshed and relaxed. While I feel the time has passed to update you on Savannah, I will bring you up to speed on a few recent good times that made my December memorable. This is only going to be a series of three posts so no worries that I will give up this time! Then, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled ramblings. Continue reading It’s the Good Life