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Storm a Brewing 2Random Friday Randoms

  • I paid the locker fee for a whole year at the YMCA.  Now the question is, will I go?  And/or, will I go regularly?
  • Also signed up for a Beginner’s Crochet class at our local Stitchery

    Actually, I know how to crochet but unable to read a pattern, join new skeins to old ones, or end a thing so it doesn’t unravel.  Some folks have received Dor’s scarves that are undoubtedly unraveled by now.  And apologies if your feet are sticking through that afghan I sent last Christmas!

    It was the same with a long ago Beginner’s Typing Class when  I was already typing fast but had no idea how to set margins.  Good thing WordPress sets the margins for us!

    Is this a personal personality flaw or what?  How about playing the flute in high school and making First Chair after memorizing Flight of the Bumble Bee while never learning to read music?

    But more randomly:

  • We had dinner out with good friends (the same good friends) twice this week (or was it thrice?).  It is always amazing to find we never run out of things to talk about.
  • The grounds around the house are lovely again, filled with the hope of beauteous blossoms and neatly manicured beds.  Everything is mulched, trimmed and awaiting the encroaching weeds of summer and deer denuding.  Spring never fails to elicit hope in my heart and oh, Virginia is truly gorgeous this time of year – like the fancy icing on a wedding cake.


    en.wikipedia.org Cardinalis cardinalis male feeding female, in a white-flowered C. canadensis

There was a storm brewing today though.  I am afraid of thunder storms so managed to beat it home in time but it didn’t thunder too much after all.  Otherwise, there is always the closet for shaking in privacy and  missing old dog, Rozie.  Rozie used to be so frightened of storms that her teeth would literally chatter.  I have never heard of a dog’s teeth chattering, have you?


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Color Me Pink

I am lately obsessed with color –  bright brilliant color. 

Shopping for something new this afternoon, I bypassed shades of gray, maroon, brown,

and leaned to yellows, oranges and pinks.

I linger over technicolor versions of life in magazines brashly, brazenly heralding Spring.

The marketeers know we are mostly fed up in this part of the world with winter blahs,

and they plot to capitalize on our yearnings for color like the color of the sky at dusk.

The Virginia sky at dusk is sometimes the color of Spring!

In the Land of Oz

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2000px-Smiley.svg“We are returning to the technology of primitive man,” said Bill this morning. “We will no longer communicate with words.    Human emotions, personalities, and messages will be conveyed via drawings instead of talking to each other or writing.”

WATCH: Apple rolls out racially, sexually diverse emoticons

Posted February 23, 2015 by CNNWIRE

 “ NEW YORK — Emojis are finally getting more diverse. In Apple’s next update of emoji icons, a number of the tiny cartoon people are now available in six different skin tones.The male and female faces, as well as thumbs up/thumbs down icons, will be available in the different colors. Other people emoji, such as princesses and construction workers, will also get more diverse options. Tapping and holding on an emoji person will bring up the new skin-tone variations.The diverse people are just some of the 300 new emojis included in the latest developer version of iOS 8.3. The new icons won’t be available to the public until the update is released later this year.”

Remember  when we were taught Cursive writing?  Well now it’s mostly block printing or texting. Words still work, but the prediction is that we will soon be non-word-texting with only emoticons to convey meanings.   Imagine the freedom of eradicating words from human communication!  You will be able to string several instant cartoon images together to form  sentences!

But now the march for progress is reversing course.    I remember screaming  into my family’s land wired telephone.  It was the only way to be heard “long distance.”  Now folks are screaming into their wire-less cell phones.   “Can you hear me NOW?”

It is all part of the March Backward.


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It’s Friday and so many of my blogging buddies are posting randoms.  I’m “not in the mood” though.

Actually, I am thinking it may be time for a Time Out from the blog that has been so pleasurable for so long.

Maybe it’s the winter blues.

Yes,  I do believe I am Wallowing in the Blues.  Great name for a song huh?

But, winter woes do not really excuse this current malaise.  There has been very little snow this season.

Yes, it’s cold.  So what?

Is it the light?

Why does my computer screen remain a daily confrontational blank?

I am already missing you cyberspace friends.

I’ll be back when the wallow is over.






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Home Fires Burning 2This week came and went – fast!

How can that be with nothing exciting happening?

New Year’s Eve

Bill and I were supposed to go to our friends’ home for nibbles before heading out to dinner.  Plans changed since our friends had to put down one of their favorite horses they described as  “a good girl.”  They were in no mood to host so we did the honors.

We watched a possum exploring our deck and that drew some laughter.  Dinner was fine.  And we managed to stay awake for champagne to welcome in the New Year.  It was an evening of mixed emotions; the sadness that comes with loss and the joy that comes with hope.



This Wednesday night was bitter cold.  

We lit the wood stove to give the generator a little rest and it was truly cozy inside

while we listened to the wind howl and the temps dropped to 5 degrees Farenheit.

The wild birds have finally arrived at our feeder!  I am so glad to see them.  This morning a big red headed woodpecker actually swooped in and out, along with a female cardinal, and a bunch of little finches.  It is still in the teens today.

Maybe people like to flock too.

Plans are also in the making for a Neighborhood Pot Luck Party.

Somehow my friend Phebe and I get involved in the invitations and organization, and another of our neighbors, Anne,  hosts the party.  So I have been on the telephone and emailing folks to help pull the whole thing together.

Here it is a week since New Year’s Eve and tomorrow our son is coming all the way from California with our three grandgirls.  That should be fun since nowadays it is getting harder and harder to get everyone together at the same time.


What is it about the first week of a new year that inspires a huge urge to organize home and hearth?   I’m into that too – organizing.

Starting with one little desk file drawer, I spent this morning reducing paper.  Well, at least I concentrated on that one file,  so full I can hardly pull it up without four other files coming along with it.

Then I realized I am behind (way behind) on blog posts too.

This week went by so fast.

How can this be when nothing exciting is happening?


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The Hand

Thank you son for the odd thing you sent to Dad for Christmas.

Some holiday gifts just stand out –  like this strange sculpture I call “The Hand Out.”

I wonder if anybody out there in the blog-us-fear will know The Hand Out’s real purpose.

I will even provide some helpful Clues:

The Hand 2

  1. It is a manly gift.
  2. It is certainly not fine art.
  3. It is not supposed to be in an elegant living room but I can’t resist.
  4. It should be in a “man cave” maybe.
  5. It can stand on end and looks like a wave, “hello or goodbye.”
  6. It will hold about 10 pieces of M & M peanuts.
  7. It will hold  a few small coins as a hint for visitors to leave gratuities.
  8. It does not come in pairs so it is not meant for prayers.
  9. It is heavy.
  10. It is a fairly ugly object that invites derision.
  11. Uppity people will talk about your decorating sense when they leave.
  12. It inspires laughter but polite people exercise restraint.
  13. Impolite, ignorant  folks laugh out loud.
  14. Bill and I laugh each time we pass it by.

In the end, son, The Hand Out is really an inspiration to guffaw.

Because after all, laughter is the best gift of all.

H  A  P  P  Y        N  E  W         Y  E  A  R  !

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Dog in Pot

Random Five Friday

Have you ever had a week you couldn’t account for?  I mean where you felt like you were trying to accomplish something but not getting anywhere?  That was my week.

  • It started out fine with Monday errands accomplished in time to go to the gym. “A great start,” I thought as I hit 6,000 steps on the pedometer that day.

That was about it for physical movement this week.

  • Tuesday the car needed mechanical attention at a dealer/shop an hour from our house. Of course, everything is an hour from our house.  Due to the distance we were given an overnight loaner!  “ How kind,” I thought.  And the loaner was a brand new 2015 model with only 24 miles on it!  Talk about a great marketing approach!
  • Wednesday we waited around most of the morning for a call re the car.  They finally rang at around 2:30 PM so that was a day shot.  It was an hour there and an hour back in our 2006 model that feels the same as the 2015 version really.    And I didn’t make it to the gym that day either.
  • Thursday I was supposed to have lunch with friend, Joan, but it turned out she caught the cold that is going around town and it progressed to bronchitis. I went to the store instead and stocked up on hand sanatizers
  • And here we are at Fun Friday! This morning I went on a search for skinny-er jeans since I think I am losing weight. Must be my imagination because the next size down is still impossible to pull up. But my new “diet” is a self invented approach – a restricted grain intake and not eating after 8 PM.   You can bet you will hear about it if it works!

I am so envious of my blogger friends who take pictures during the week and who lead such interesting lives.  With all the waiting around, I did finish a wonderful novel in preparation for book club later this month.  It’s called The Widow’s War, by Sally Gunning and is now on my favorites list.

There is definitely an art to wasting time.







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Lost Something

I bought a beautiful piece of wearing apparel for my daughter-in-law’s Christmas gift.  I would love to tell you what it is, but Emmy reads the posts so you will simply have to guess.

The gift fits in a big sweater box.  That is your only clue.

Don’t leave yet!   I know you are not particularly interested in what I bought for my daughter-in-law.   I know that.

However, the thing is, Item X has disappeared!  And therein is the mystery.  I need help because this blogger’s mind is slowly/rapidly disappearing too.

The razor sharp wit and intellect that used to be my trademark is getting a little on the rusty side – maybe even corroded.

I went to the dermatologist recently.  And she said the little bumps scattered here and there upon my milky white skin are “barnacles” that come with age.  And – get this – the brown spots are AGE spots too and there is not a thing I can do about them.   I tried hard to grin and bear it under her forthright scrutiny but have been looking for another more politically correct/more flattering dermatologist ever since.

Anyway, the barnacles may have spread to my head now, because I simply cannot locate Item X, which is something that is bigger than a breadbox and smaller than an elephant – namely, Emmy’s gift!

Being extremely organized and eager to have everything in one place and ready to go when I start wrapping, I have begun gathering all the pre-purchased gifts for the holidays into one room.

Not only is everything in one guest room (don’t come for a visit now please) but everything is divided into logical piles.

This item goes in the “Son’s Family Pile.”

And this goes in the “Janet and Kids” pile.

And this goes in the “Locals” pile….. well you get the idea.

I could hardly believe it but the Son and Family pile is missing one major item – the daughter-in-law’s gift!

This is so frustrating I can hardly write.

I have looked everywhere in the house.  I know it is somewhere.  I know it.  But where?

I have checked all the closets, drawers, and shelves, under beds, and even in the pantry!

The only place I have not looked is the attic and that would require climbing a ladder to get to it.

Will I have to go shopping again for Emmy’s gift?

And if I find something else, will I forget where I put that too?

Help!  Any ideas you can share about where you might have put things you can never find again will be greatly appreciated.

And if you can find my lost mind that would help too.


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Autumn in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Autumn in the Shenandoah Valley

I have been away.  No, not really travelling but far away and seemingly for a very long time.

Noche ThinkingMy friend Noche, the German Shepherd, was here for over a week and then she traded us for her own loving family.  The day after she went home, our son arrived and we spent days talking – and talking – and talking.  There was so much to catch up on that missing a minute was out of the question.

And then our oldest grandgirl arrived and guess what?  More talking!

The blog got put on a back burner.

And while we talked, the leaves flew and covered the deck.   The weather came and went and changed from very cool to  cold. And finally, surprisingly today was almost balmy.

The deer have returned now that Noche is no longer barking.

And the house is oddly quiet minus the sounds of all those human voices

talking and talking and talking.

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Noche and Judy

Noche and My Beautiful Niece

Noche the Beautiful

Noche doesn’t sleep in the bed, but stays on top of the bed to watch everything I do at my combo corner “office-nightstand.”

She is as clever and as smart as she looks too.

Noche viewed the pictures I took but as you can see, she is relatively unimpressed.

I will have to try harder and strive for more candid-camera shots to meet her expectations.

Bill and I are dog sitting but there is some question as to who is really in charge.

We almost forgot how much laughter comes with a pup in the house.

Like when Noche claims the doggy toy box is hers and brings each squeaky critter to the middle of the living room.

Or when she rolls over on her back to let us know she’s happy.

Or I love the “Lets play!” stance – tail up, paws down.  

So THAT’S where the Downward Dog yoga pose came from!   

Anyway, I am happy to announce there is a dog on my bed, and a lot of smiles in the house.


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