Thursday, February 26, 2015
Grandpa in his victory garden. One side was flowers and the other side was veggies. It took up almost the entire backyard. And the yard was HUGE! He could grow ANYthing. The agriculture gene died with him, though. I'm sorry to say I am an (unintentional) plant assassin like my mother. :(
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
There's this picture of a penguin I made in third grade. I had to do it in art class to capture the essence of winter.
I had no idea how much more it would come to mean as I grew older.
It's a singular penguin standing alone on a windswept snowscape staring blankly to the left. Completely alone, snow falling all around him.
The paper is now faded and worn.
My mother framed it shortly after it was completed and it has hung on my wall ever since.
I would grow to appreciate its deeper meaning.
Something I could have never predicted in the flashes of vivid, disjointed memory I have of striking a dull, broken crayon to the construction paper background.
This solitary penguin, unwavering, alone. Even the discolored paper gives it a deeper meaning with age.
What was once a rich, powerful blue is now a faded, drab gray with almost no sign of its once illustrious boldness.
But his expression is unfadingly bright. He stares off into the distance outside of the frame as if expecting someone, or something.
I can't say with any certainty what he is looking at, or what ‘3rd grade me’ thought of the whole image.
But I look at it now and think that there is bright warmth just out of frame. Some idealistic hope or symbol of hope that keeps his expression bright even in that bitter cold.
I looked up at that picture tonight and suddenly felt this absolutely crushing sense of.... connectivity.
A deep sense of continuity to my life and my memories.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Husband grew up with salt water in his veins.
He wanted the boys to learn to love the water too.
So from the time they could fit into a child size life jacket he took them on the boat and to the beach.
He taught them to love the water but also to respect it.
Be careful of the undertow, but let it work for you.
Don’t fight it.
The boys called it ‘The Undertoad’.
Beware of The Undertoad!
We thought it was just a cute misunderstanding of what we were saying.
Years later, when they were older, they told us they thought there was really a giant toad under the water that pushed them around the point and they shouldn’t fight him and make him angry!!
Monday, February 16, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
I’m participating in the 29Faces challenge again this year.
I’m not posting them day by day but thought I’d add a few here and there throughout the month.
You can check out the other participants on the 29FacesBlog.
Here are some of my faces so far.
Some are digital, some are 'real'.
|Inspired by David Litchfield....okay.... let's face it, I copied one of his faces.... :-/|
Monday, February 9, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
It’s been several months now since I became a member of the diabetes club. It’s not so bad, really.
Once you get over the cravings.
Mostly….……(I still miss bread.)
This whole new ‘lifestyle’ comes with some side effects, though.
Some are good, I’ve lost some weight.
Some are, well, just plain weird!
I’ve always had vivid dreams.
But I’ve never had dreams like these!
For the past week I’ve dreamed of a GIANT red velvet cupcake!
Tall and lovely ………..blood red with buttery cream cheese frosting!
Sometimes I slice it into pieces with an enormous knife.
Other times I climb a tall ladder to reach the frosting.
And it’s DELICIOUS!
The BEST cupcake I’ve ever eaten.
And when I’m done eating I always feel guilty. Like I’m going to be sent to the principal’s office for misbehaving!
I’m hoping it’s just a phase.
Please tell me it’s just a phase and this too shall pass.
Because if I have this to look forward to every night I can see I’m headed for a huge fall off the sugar free wagon!
My subconscious is trying to undermine my waking resolve.
And it knows I have no willpower!