This is a photo of a white lilac flower (Syringa). I don’t believe there is anything more divine than the smell of a lilac in bloom. It is so intense and intoxicating. It is rare for me to ever pass by a blooming lilac bush without pressing my nose into one of the fragrant flowers. I’ve done it ever since I was a kid. Sometimes I even snap off a bloom and bring it home with me.
Have you ever noticed that there are certain people who (when you spend time around them) make you feel better about yourself? Whereas, alternatively, there are other people who make you feel far worse (when you hang out together)? In high school, I had two different, close friends, both with the name ‘Julie’. They were both short, but that was really the only thing they had in common. The first Julie had blonde hair, was a little rough around the edges, and was not considered ‘a looker’ by the opposite sex. She was the same age as me but attended a different school. The second Julie had brown hair and was more refined in her mannerisms. She never had any trouble getting noticed due to her two very prominent assets. If you ‘read between the lines’, you’ll know what I’m talking about. She was one year older than me and attended the same school. I had very different experiences depending on which Julie I hung out with. As much as I enjoyed hanging out with the second Julie because she loved to go dancing at the nightclubs as much as I did, I preferred hanging out with the first Julie or Julie #1.Continue reading “June 2, 2021 – Somewhere in the middle.”
I love the contrast of the butterfly against the stone. I mean this not only in the sense of the composition, but in the sense of the fragility of the butterfly and its short lifespan compared to the stone. According to an article on the internet, “In some cultures, a brown or tan colored butterfly symbolizes a new life or a fresh start. Seeing a brown butterfly also means there is good news or important news soon to come your way.” Hmmm…I wonder what that news could possibly be? I sure could use some (and I imagine you could, too)!
Geesh, had I known the weather forecast was going to match our moods, I would have rescheduled our trip. Storms were raging outside as well as inside today and a looming, dark cloud has been ever-present. I am not sure exactly what’s going on but my husband and I have both been on edge. He told me I was being sensitive and I told him he was being sensitive. All day long I’ve been craving chocolate, chocolate with peanut butter, peanut butter pie, apple pie ala mode, chocolate with mint, muffins, cupcakes, regular cake, danishes, donuts, cookies, butterscotch pudding with whipped cream, brownies, and ice cream. The fact that my in-laws have most of the items I just mentioned (located in various places throughout their kitchen and dining room) is not helping. The other thing that isn’t helping is the idea of ‘relocating’. I am using that word because it seems much less threatening than ‘moving’. As much as I’m trying to be open to the possibility, nearly every cell in my body is screaming, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”Continue reading “May 31, 2021 – Trigger ‘Happy’”
After a great deal of research, I think I’ve narrowed down the name of this plant. But just in case I’m wrong, don’t hold me to it. From what I can tell, this is a photo of a wild sunflower. As convinced as I was initially that it was a Balsamroot, which grow like weeds where I live, the leaves and the center of the flower in the photo I took look vastly different (than those on a Balsamroot plant). Needless to say, these flowers are essentially ‘cousins’ since each one belongs to the ‘daisy family’ (explaining their similar appearance). I captured this image last week when the sun was out and gloriously illuminating all of the beautiful flowers that I stood amongst. I call this photo ‘An Ode To Spring’.
Wow! Yesterday was a real humdinger! I spent the majority of it haphazardly running from one room in my house to the next, ping-ping-ping, just like one of those metal balls in a Pinball machine, trying to gather up bits of ‘this and that’ to take along on my trip. I think I ended up completing 10,000 steps just running from one end of my house to the other (and back again). If I could turn back time to when I was 19-20 years old (thanks but no thanks), when I could get by on just a change of clothes and maybe a handful of toiletries, it would have been a no-brainer, but that’s no longer the case. I am now 54, and on top of being slightly neurotic, I am also required to take a handful of pills each day in order to live (a consequence of getting an organ transplant, a preferable alternative to dialysis or death). Because of the importance of the pills, I always knock those off my ‘to do’ list first. I made sure I had them properly dispensed and set aside well over a week ago. The rest of the stuff I need to bring? I figure it out as I go.Continue reading “May 29, 2021 – Pinball Machine”
This is another photo I took while visiting my true-blue girlfriend (who lives at a much higher altitude). I have no idea what these flowers are called but I thought they were lovely. I probably should educate myself on the names of flowers before posting them but I missed the mark in this case. I have decided to call this photo ‘Ladies in Waiting’ even though by doing that I may be creating confusion because that is actually the name of another flower altogether. Anyway, enjoy!
I realized that I missed out on a few key phrases the other day when I talked about ‘the number three’ so I feel it’s necessary to mention them before I move on to the next topic. Primarily, three key phrases came to mind (after I published my blog-of-the-day). The first is ‘Three sheets in/to the wind’. This phrase (meaning ‘drunk’) is also widely referred to as ‘Drunk as a skunk’, ‘Plastered’, and ‘Bombed’. The second phrase I thought of is ‘Third time’s a charm’. I am not exactly sure why it’s a charm but people use it a lot. I suppose if you’ve hopelessly failed at something twice, maybe it’s meant to give you hope that you’ll succeed on the next go-around. And that, my friends, leaves us with phrase number three, ‘They come in threes’. This specific phrase is a bit more ominous than the other two as it refers to death or catastrophes. I cannot remember a single instance when this has turned out to be true. What I have discovered is that so many people I know have died on other people’s birthdays (which has a tendency to sour the celebration). My husband’s uncle’s wife died on my birthday, my husband’s mother died on our oldest son’s birthday, and my husband’s brother died on my true-blue girlfriend’s birthday.Continue reading “May 27, 2021 – Communication Breakdown”
Despite another bout of insomnia, I managed to drag my old bones out of bed and make good on my promise to visit my true-blue friend today. After I arrived, we had a delightful lunch, and once lunch was over, we stepped outside to view her property (and beyond). As we walked around, while she pointed out all of the flora and fauna, I snapped about a gazillion pictures. She noticed a very active butterfly flying about (when we stopped in a clearing) and I was able to capture this image after it finally alighted on a branch. I believe this is a Swallowtail Butterfly. I love the pattern on its wings.
What is it about the number three? Nearly every night/morning, before I’m able to completely relax, close my eyes, and go to sleep, I gaze over at the digital clock on my nightstand, dismayed to see the number ‘three’ once again staring back at me. “Again?!” I think to myself. Why not 12 or 1 or even 2? But no, my brain refuses to shut down before the ‘Witching Hour’. And even though it’s considered the ‘Witching Hour’, I experience nothing of note. There are no ghosts or apparitions hanging around or anything remotely exciting to help pass the time. Aside from listening to my husband blow up air mattresses and fell trees (aka snoring) for hours on end, the night/morning is about as uneventful and unstimulating as watching paint dry or grass grow. Most of the time, I toss and turn, and think about how hungry I am and how the granola with yogurt snack that I ate just before I climbed into bed didn’t quite do the trick.Continue reading “May 25, 2021 – The Number Three”