What happened to my first post? I was here a few minutes ago. Then I went to my word processor to write this:
I tried to get Elvera into bed last night, but she got up three times and came in and sat with me. That was ok. But somehow she got the idea that she wasn’t married to me. I explained how we were married and showed her some pictures of the wedding and honeymoon. This went on for at least two hours, explaining that I was her husband and this was our house. She said, in passing, not a compliment to me, but of her situation, “I can’t think of anyone in the world that I would rather be married to.” That is the most sincere non-compliment you can get.
Ah, the desert in Spring. The poppies cover the ground with their yellow/orange blossoms and the palo verde spreads its yellow canopy in the sky.
The palo verde is the state tree of Arizona. It’s the green trunk to the right in the photo. The name means “green stick” in Spanish, and most of the year it is a green stick. But in Spring, it gets covered in bright yellow flowers. More on it here: Palo verde trees are in bloom!
What a glorious picture of spring quite different from what we see in Atlanta.
It’s in the 40’s here and around freezing in the mountains north of here. The birds have a spring serenade going on outside. We are suppose to have sunny days into the weekend.
Kizzie, that was a major thing you accomplished by going through your hubby’s clothes. Did you save some things to give the Boy? I think that you did. I still have a flannel shirt my dad wore and I wear it some each year. I offered it to Wesley this year. He seemed to like it. I also have a few of my mother’s things that I still wear.
Oh . . . I love saguaro, but the palo verde makes me downright homesick!!
The two together really say Arizona. Throw in a road runner or cactus wren and I’d probably be crying. 🙂 (New Mexico entered the union just before Arizona did, and chose the roadrunner. Arizona didn’t want to look like a copycat, so it chose the cactus wren–but the roadrunner has always been its unofficial state bird.)
We had a palo verde just in front of my childhood home, and it either planted itself or it was planted badly, for it was simply too close to the house. Every few years Dad would cut it down, but it always grew again and was quickly tall again. When it was endangering our roof, Dad would cut it down again. It had multiple trunks. Palo verdes only grow leaves for part of the year–I’m not sure if it’s after rain or in a specific season, but generally they just have needles. For a few weeks the needles sprout tiny little leaves their whole length–those leaves are so temporary that as a child I enjoyed rubbing two fingers along a needle and thus rubbing off all the leaves on that needle. But then when the tree bursts into bloom, wow! There are few prettier sights in the plant world than the surprising vivid yellow against green of a palo verde in full bloom. And then come seed pods, and we would end up with baby palo verdes all over our yard.
We kids called it the locust tree, because in summer it was full of cicadas. They were fairly easy to catch, though the males would often squirt, so I learned to catch them with two fingers at their “shoulders” with the rest of my hand forming an arch so that if it squirted it would miss me. But I would take a jar out and catch five or six or ten or twelve in a few minutes, watch them for a while, and then release them. The males buzzed and they were more wary than the females, but the males had white bow ties under their chins and so they were way cool. I’d catch a male and turn him over to see his bow tie, and his little legs would be flailing the air in protest, but I’d be holding him with his wings against his body, so he couldn’t escape. Hre’d be buzzing, too. In the jar, they’d be on the bottom and trying to climb up, but another would climb over it and knock it down. Then a bird would catch a male, and you would see the bird flying across the yard, but you’d know of its prey because the sound from the bird was a loud buzzing protest from the cicada it was carrying.
We didn’t really have desert landscaping, but a combination. We sort of had a lawn (it was spotty), and in addition to the palo verde we had a bunch of mulberry trees (a large male in front, two or three females–the number depending on what year we’re talking about–in the back), and in the front a cedar tree and a row of agaves (desert plants). Apparently there had once been a barrel cactus near the fence in back, but the older brother who was seven when we moved in went into the house and said calmly, “I backed up and sitted on a cactus, and I’m all full of stickers.” (That line made it into Mom’s “funny book” but she also remembered it and would cite it.) The cactus lost; Dad removed it. Initially we also had a sour orange tree (decorative, not edible), and later we had a willow tree. And we put trellises in front of the front window and planted a passion vine that bore multiple fancy blooms each year.
Morning! What a pretty photo up there on the header! Those are poppies? At first glance they appeared to be azalea but I knew that would not be the case if this was AZ!
Oh ya’ll should see my view right now. That moon is full and bright, casting moon shadows on the snow in this forest. The moon is framed beautifully through my front living room window as I sit here on the sofa….what an incredible sight!
I think that flowering plant is bougainvillea, which isn’t a plant I associate with the desert, though it was planted around apartment buildings a lot because it’s hardy. It’s pretty, but just not (as far as I know) a native plant. I don’t know that I ever saw them–surely never noticed them–until I was in my twenties. I might be wrong about the species, though, since there are several similar flowering shrubs.
Chas, they make a rug or pad you can put by the bed so if the TSWITW gets up in the night it will wake you.
I am sorry she has reached this state. When Aunt Betty-Wright started slipping she called my mother in law one night and asked if this was the number she was supposed to call in an emergency. Nana didn’t know what was going on at that point because BW had covered it so well. She went with it and said yes. BW said she was in a house with an old man she didn’t know and needed someone to come get her and take her home.
I think it is also wonderful that even though mentally she is slipping away from you, the love is still there. Hold on to that.
Bougainvillea. I was sitting on the patio to our room. Peeking off to the right, you can see the VW bug the rental car gave us. I don’t think I’ve ridden in a VW bug since my then-boyfriend/current husband got rid of his in the 1970s!
A woman in my Bible study yesterday said she never repaired the creaking back door because her husband wandered in his dementia and she was afraid she wouldn’t hear him go outside. 😦
On another note. I quit one of my “jobs” yesterday. In addition to being the broker/trainer for the office, I worked on an expansion team based in Charlotte. What that meant is they provided leads, a database, and were supposed to handle the back end of my sales. For that, I was to give them 50% of my commission. It is a standard team structure so I was OK with it. I gave it almost 2 years. It wasn’t working for me. Most of my sales are by referral which means I give the referring agent 25% of my commission. I am OK with that because it is a sale I wouldn’t have had if the agent had not referred someone to me. Back the end of January, first of February they sent out the new team splits. They wanted to pay me 35% of the list side commission. I refused to sign it. My last two closings I have managed the whole way through. This is just bad math. What it would have meant if that for every thousand dollars in commission I earned I would only be paid $262. I am no math genius but even I know that is not good.
I wrestled with the decision. I like the people on the team. I wish them well. They offered me an opportunity that got me in the door to the office where I am. I am parting on good terms.
I met with an accountability partner who asked me why I was still doing this. We set the date for the end of March for me to take action. That was making my stomach hurt so I went ahead and did it yesterday. You can’t imagine the relief I feel.
Now I can focus completely on my agents and training them.
My husband owned a VW bug when we got married. We kept it until we had our first child. Then the heater, which only heated when the car was moving, just wasn’t practical in our cold winters. My husband actually won his first Beetle in California when he was in the military. A friend and him attended a fair and came upon a raffle for the car. My husband said he was broke and wouldn’t enter, but his friend said he would loan him the dollar. A dollar meant something way back then. He took his friend up on the offer and ended up winning the car! I didn’t know him at this time. In fact, I was still in high school. He had another Beetle when we married. The people we sold it to had many years of good use out of it.
Kim, I’ve seen another photo of one of those yellow cardinals and I think they’re cool–though not as pretty as the regular one. It would be a really cool sight, though.
That yellow cardinal is probably one of the prettiest birds I have ever seen, almost enough to make me a fan of yellow! Come to think of it, I already am.
Just read an interesting article on BBC about the Disappointment Islands. Pretty neat story. I seen the French are still sending children to boarding school, though.
Earlier this afternoon, I heard the Beach Boys’ song, “God Only Knows”, and was casually singing along (although I had one word wrong – singing “do” instead of “be”) – “God only knows what I’d do without you.” Then I realized that I was living those words, as I am now without Hubby, and God not only knows what I’d do without him, He also is helping me to do those things.
But sometimes I do still cry, “What am I going to do?” The answer to that, I know, is to keep on doing what I’m doing, keep living my life one day at a time, and trusting God through it all.
That had me thinking about how life will continue in many of the same ways it has gone on for all my life, my adult life in particular. There will be difficult times and situations, with tears, and there will also be times of rejoicing. The difference without Hubby will be that those times of tears will include missing him to go through those times with me (as I am experiencing already in a couple situations), and the times of rejoicing will have a touch of bittersweetness that he is not here to share the joy with me.
But although it will be different, and I will always miss him and “us”, I will be okay. I am okay, mostly. Yes, it still hurts, but is slowly getting less painful.
(I almost feel guilty for saying that, as if it means I somehow am “over” loving and missing Hubby. But you all know what I mean, I’m pretty sure.)
Chas – Kim mentioned something I was thinking about – the mat that gives off an alarm. That could give you some peace of mind at night.
As I write about my own grief, it occurs to me that you are going through a different kind of grief yourself, as you watch TSWITW decline mentally. It must hurt terribly. I cried at what you wrote earlier – for her and for you. (And of course, I prayed, too.)
Today is the first of our seven days of conference. All of our employees will be there for the morning. Not sure how we will all fit in the Meeting House. I want to get a seat on the side, near windows, where I can stand when I like. I am certainly not used to sitting all day.
Chas- I read your post this morning, then heard a song on my way to work that reminded me of what you told us that Elvera said:
She said, in passing, not a compliment to me, but of her situation, “I can’t think of anyone in the world that I would rather be married to.” That is the most sincere non-compliment you can get.
The song is “All That Time” by Fernando Ortega (lyrics below).
Roses outside the window screen
A breeze that lingers in the blinds
A song and a prayer to slow the time
A couple of chairs pulled in a line
He remembers to breathe and then forgets
He says, come on, we let him rest
Into the golden afternoon
Much too long and over soon
This is the moment that lovers part
He tries to take her but he cannot
The long years ending with a sign
And all the anguish, all that time
It may have been love that held them fast
Or want of love that made it last
Our long arms hanging at our sides
All that time, all that time
Wasn’t it love that made him cry?
And love that seemed to pass him by
The voices raised, the voices kind
And then the silence, for all that time
This is the ending we will take
For one another, for always
A well of tears, a wall of pride
And all our love, for all that time
As for an alarm.
We sleep snuggled. More tangled up, together. She has never moved that I don’t know about it. Sometimes, she gets up to potty at night.. Usually she just wets the “always” underwear she uses. I put them on her.
Right now, she is watching TV and everything is normal.
We have not seen Dj today….should we send out a search party? Perhaps she got lost in her work closet?!
Today my first boyfriend and I connected on FB. We were in third grade and he lived around the corner from me on the same block. After we caught up on what has transpired in our lives we made another connection. He said to me “I believe you are my sister in Christ”? Yes indeed 😊 a sweet blessing….
Nancy – When we became Facebook friends, a couple different Christian friends of mine from high school – one from earlier high school when we lived in Ohio, and the other from later high school when we lived in Wisconsin – were happy to learn I had become a believer. I was happy to be able to tell them that.
Aaah. That picture is gorgeous. Husband and I had lunch in the shade of a palo verde tree while out hiking near Tucson several years ago. It was a lovely hot day.
I love bougainvillea, they’re very prolific in Southern California, growing wild on the hillsides of the peninsula. But they are thorny and can get out of control. My neighbors’ plant comes over my back fence — the one I had in front was trimmed way back into a little bush a few years ago, though, and no longer blossoms. 😦
I’m leaving the house earlier with this new schedule but since my commute is so short — about 15 minutes — I also get home earlier, which is sweet. Not getting used to the setup, but prayed last night that I could “start over” today so made apologies to my city editor for Monday’s “attitude” and we’re moving on. The other location, a similar change in setup, also is in revolt with open arguments over the new set up there. Our entertainment reporter was in the other day to use one of our “hotel” desks and when he left told the other guys in the room he hoped it would be the last time he’d ever have to be there.
I hate looking at a wall all day and one of the real downsides also is that it takes (I kid you not) 15 minutes just to get from office to car to street with all the key cards and up and down elevators required. So going out for quick lunchtime errands is kind of out — I have been bringing my lunch and eating at the little kitchenette where there at least is a nearby window.
Compounding the frustration is we’ve recently learned that the Long Beach paper’s office did not actually have to change locations after all — but it was driven by still-newish city editor who had become paranoid almost about a mass shooter getting into our old building. That was a simple storefront and, like most older downtowns near the ocean, had its “interesting” characters. There were tattoo parlors on either side, an alley in the back where we parked, some homeless in the area and a covered flyway with a peeling mural that you had to walk through to get to the front door. But that was key-carded entry only (visitors had to get buzzed in).
Even so, the editor had become absolutely convinced that a mass shooter was going to get in any day now. So she pitched a fit to the company and here we are, in our high rise cubby holes with no public access at all (which makes her happy).
Tomorrow I may at last be able to work from home, I have an early morning port hearing nearby at the waterfront to cover that’ll go several hours — hen to write it after that I think I’ll just do it from home.
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Morning all. It is hard to hear spring through this heavy rain we are having.
Up and at em, Chas.
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What happened to my first post? I was here a few minutes ago. Then I went to my word processor to write this:
I tried to get Elvera into bed last night, but she got up three times and came in and sat with me. That was ok. But somehow she got the idea that she wasn’t married to me. I explained how we were married and showed her some pictures of the wedding and honeymoon. This went on for at least two hours, explaining that I was her husband and this was our house. She said, in passing, not a compliment to me, but of her situation, “I can’t think of anyone in the world that I would rather be married to.” That is the most sincere non-compliment you can get.
She is in bed now. I think everything is ok
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Chas,
It’s down on the news thread where you left it. When you posted it was the only one up. You were quicker than me this AM. 🙂
Continued prayers for you and TSWITW.
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Ah, the desert in Spring. The poppies cover the ground with their yellow/orange blossoms and the palo verde spreads its yellow canopy in the sky.
The palo verde is the state tree of Arizona. It’s the green trunk to the right in the photo. The name means “green stick” in Spanish, and most of the year it is a green stick. But in Spring, it gets covered in bright yellow flowers. More on it here:
Palo verde trees are in bloom!
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What a glorious picture of spring quite different from what we see in Atlanta.
It’s in the 40’s here and around freezing in the mountains north of here. The birds have a spring serenade going on outside. We are suppose to have sunny days into the weekend.
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Today is Hubby’s birthday. Mine is the first day of winter. We think we were made for each other.
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Kizzie, that was a major thing you accomplished by going through your hubby’s clothes. Did you save some things to give the Boy? I think that you did. I still have a flannel shirt my dad wore and I wear it some each year. I offered it to Wesley this year. He seemed to like it. I also have a few of my mother’s things that I still wear.
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Oh . . . I love saguaro, but the palo verde makes me downright homesick!!
The two together really say Arizona. Throw in a road runner or cactus wren and I’d probably be crying. 🙂 (New Mexico entered the union just before Arizona did, and chose the roadrunner. Arizona didn’t want to look like a copycat, so it chose the cactus wren–but the roadrunner has always been its unofficial state bird.)
We had a palo verde just in front of my childhood home, and it either planted itself or it was planted badly, for it was simply too close to the house. Every few years Dad would cut it down, but it always grew again and was quickly tall again. When it was endangering our roof, Dad would cut it down again. It had multiple trunks. Palo verdes only grow leaves for part of the year–I’m not sure if it’s after rain or in a specific season, but generally they just have needles. For a few weeks the needles sprout tiny little leaves their whole length–those leaves are so temporary that as a child I enjoyed rubbing two fingers along a needle and thus rubbing off all the leaves on that needle. But then when the tree bursts into bloom, wow! There are few prettier sights in the plant world than the surprising vivid yellow against green of a palo verde in full bloom. And then come seed pods, and we would end up with baby palo verdes all over our yard.
We kids called it the locust tree, because in summer it was full of cicadas. They were fairly easy to catch, though the males would often squirt, so I learned to catch them with two fingers at their “shoulders” with the rest of my hand forming an arch so that if it squirted it would miss me. But I would take a jar out and catch five or six or ten or twelve in a few minutes, watch them for a while, and then release them. The males buzzed and they were more wary than the females, but the males had white bow ties under their chins and so they were way cool. I’d catch a male and turn him over to see his bow tie, and his little legs would be flailing the air in protest, but I’d be holding him with his wings against his body, so he couldn’t escape. Hre’d be buzzing, too. In the jar, they’d be on the bottom and trying to climb up, but another would climb over it and knock it down. Then a bird would catch a male, and you would see the bird flying across the yard, but you’d know of its prey because the sound from the bird was a loud buzzing protest from the cicada it was carrying.
We didn’t really have desert landscaping, but a combination. We sort of had a lawn (it was spotty), and in addition to the palo verde we had a bunch of mulberry trees (a large male in front, two or three females–the number depending on what year we’re talking about–in the back), and in the front a cedar tree and a row of agaves (desert plants). Apparently there had once been a barrel cactus near the fence in back, but the older brother who was seven when we moved in went into the house and said calmly, “I backed up and sitted on a cactus, and I’m all full of stickers.” (That line made it into Mom’s “funny book” but she also remembered it and would cite it.) The cactus lost; Dad removed it. Initially we also had a sour orange tree (decorative, not edible), and later we had a willow tree. And we put trellises in front of the front window and planted a passion vine that bore multiple fancy blooms each year.
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Morning! What a pretty photo up there on the header! Those are poppies? At first glance they appeared to be azalea but I knew that would not be the case if this was AZ!
Oh ya’ll should see my view right now. That moon is full and bright, casting moon shadows on the snow in this forest. The moon is framed beautifully through my front living room window as I sit here on the sofa….what an incredible sight!
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I think that flowering plant is bougainvillea, which isn’t a plant I associate with the desert, though it was planted around apartment buildings a lot because it’s hardy. It’s pretty, but just not (as far as I know) a native plant. I don’t know that I ever saw them–surely never noticed them–until I was in my twenties. I might be wrong about the species, though, since there are several similar flowering shrubs.
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This is for Cheryl, but the rest of you can look too.
https://www.wkrg.com/news/mobile-county/rare-one-in-a-million-yellow-cardinal-spotted-in-mobile-county/1860539269?utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook_WKRG_Rose_Ann_Haven&fbclid=IwAR2B3strYXvWe2CsPHHGsfkmxzWxG8oF3aA_sB1hoeg7rFtWqAJrx_ZtWs0
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Chas, they make a rug or pad you can put by the bed so if the TSWITW gets up in the night it will wake you.
I am sorry she has reached this state. When Aunt Betty-Wright started slipping she called my mother in law one night and asked if this was the number she was supposed to call in an emergency. Nana didn’t know what was going on at that point because BW had covered it so well. She went with it and said yes. BW said she was in a house with an old man she didn’t know and needed someone to come get her and take her home.
I think it is also wonderful that even though mentally she is slipping away from you, the love is still there. Hold on to that.
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Bougainvillea. I was sitting on the patio to our room. Peeking off to the right, you can see the VW bug the rental car gave us. I don’t think I’ve ridden in a VW bug since my then-boyfriend/current husband got rid of his in the 1970s!
A woman in my Bible study yesterday said she never repaired the creaking back door because her husband wandered in his dementia and she was afraid she wouldn’t hear him go outside. 😦
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On another note. I quit one of my “jobs” yesterday. In addition to being the broker/trainer for the office, I worked on an expansion team based in Charlotte. What that meant is they provided leads, a database, and were supposed to handle the back end of my sales. For that, I was to give them 50% of my commission. It is a standard team structure so I was OK with it. I gave it almost 2 years. It wasn’t working for me. Most of my sales are by referral which means I give the referring agent 25% of my commission. I am OK with that because it is a sale I wouldn’t have had if the agent had not referred someone to me. Back the end of January, first of February they sent out the new team splits. They wanted to pay me 35% of the list side commission. I refused to sign it. My last two closings I have managed the whole way through. This is just bad math. What it would have meant if that for every thousand dollars in commission I earned I would only be paid $262. I am no math genius but even I know that is not good.
I wrestled with the decision. I like the people on the team. I wish them well. They offered me an opportunity that got me in the door to the office where I am. I am parting on good terms.
I met with an accountability partner who asked me why I was still doing this. We set the date for the end of March for me to take action. That was making my stomach hurt so I went ahead and did it yesterday. You can’t imagine the relief I feel.
Now I can focus completely on my agents and training them.
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My husband owned a VW bug when we got married. We kept it until we had our first child. Then the heater, which only heated when the car was moving, just wasn’t practical in our cold winters. My husband actually won his first Beetle in California when he was in the military. A friend and him attended a fair and came upon a raffle for the car. My husband said he was broke and wouldn’t enter, but his friend said he would loan him the dollar. A dollar meant something way back then. He took his friend up on the offer and ended up winning the car! I didn’t know him at this time. In fact, I was still in high school. He had another Beetle when we married. The people we sold it to had many years of good use out of it.
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Kim, I’ve seen another photo of one of those yellow cardinals and I think they’re cool–though not as pretty as the regular one. It would be a really cool sight, though.
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Kim, thanks for sharing that! Amazing.
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That yellow cardinal is probably one of the prettiest birds I have ever seen, almost enough to make me a fan of yellow! Come to think of it, I already am.
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Just read an interesting article on BBC about the Disappointment Islands. Pretty neat story. I seen the French are still sending children to boarding school, though.
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I have never seen a yellow cardinal.
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Earlier this afternoon, I heard the Beach Boys’ song, “God Only Knows”, and was casually singing along (although I had one word wrong – singing “do” instead of “be”) – “God only knows what I’d do without you.” Then I realized that I was living those words, as I am now without Hubby, and God not only knows what I’d do without him, He also is helping me to do those things.
But sometimes I do still cry, “What am I going to do?” The answer to that, I know, is to keep on doing what I’m doing, keep living my life one day at a time, and trusting God through it all.
That had me thinking about how life will continue in many of the same ways it has gone on for all my life, my adult life in particular. There will be difficult times and situations, with tears, and there will also be times of rejoicing. The difference without Hubby will be that those times of tears will include missing him to go through those times with me (as I am experiencing already in a couple situations), and the times of rejoicing will have a touch of bittersweetness that he is not here to share the joy with me.
But although it will be different, and I will always miss him and “us”, I will be okay. I am okay, mostly. Yes, it still hurts, but is slowly getting less painful.
(I almost feel guilty for saying that, as if it means I somehow am “over” loving and missing Hubby. But you all know what I mean, I’m pretty sure.)
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Chas – Kim mentioned something I was thinking about – the mat that gives off an alarm. That could give you some peace of mind at night.
As I write about my own grief, it occurs to me that you are going through a different kind of grief yourself, as you watch TSWITW decline mentally. It must hurt terribly. I cried at what you wrote earlier – for her and for you. (And of course, I prayed, too.)
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Something I wrote on a whim several years ago:
In Spring birds sing.
Rain falls; love calls.
Trees green; young men preen.
Sky is blue; love is true.
Farmers plant; birds can’t.
Robins seek, worm in beak.
Rivers roar; geese soar.
Spring is sprung; new life’s begun.
(Apr. 4, 2007)
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Today is the first of our seven days of conference. All of our employees will be there for the morning. Not sure how we will all fit in the Meeting House. I want to get a seat on the side, near windows, where I can stand when I like. I am certainly not used to sitting all day.
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Happy Springtime everyone.
It just turned Spring.
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Chas- I read your post this morning, then heard a song on my way to work that reminded me of what you told us that Elvera said:
She said, in passing, not a compliment to me, but of her situation, “I can’t think of anyone in the world that I would rather be married to.” That is the most sincere non-compliment you can get.
The song is “All That Time” by Fernando Ortega (lyrics below).
Roses outside the window screen
A breeze that lingers in the blinds
A song and a prayer to slow the time
A couple of chairs pulled in a line
He remembers to breathe and then forgets
He says, come on, we let him rest
Into the golden afternoon
Much too long and over soon
This is the moment that lovers part
He tries to take her but he cannot
The long years ending with a sign
And all the anguish, all that time
It may have been love that held them fast
Or want of love that made it last
Our long arms hanging at our sides
All that time, all that time
Wasn’t it love that made him cry?
And love that seemed to pass him by
The voices raised, the voices kind
And then the silence, for all that time
This is the ending we will take
For one another, for always
A well of tears, a wall of pride
And all our love, for all that time
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Oops! The link from the lyrics site had the wrong song. Here is “All That Time”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yx7ATaqFxrs
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Thanx Peter. I was wondering why the printed words didn’t follow the words of the first song.
Everything seems normal tonight.
So far.
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As for an alarm.
We sleep snuggled. More tangled up, together. She has never moved that I don’t know about it. Sometimes, she gets up to potty at night.. Usually she just wets the “always” underwear she uses. I put them on her.
Right now, she is watching TV and everything is normal.
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We have not seen Dj today….should we send out a search party? Perhaps she got lost in her work closet?!
Today my first boyfriend and I connected on FB. We were in third grade and he lived around the corner from me on the same block. After we caught up on what has transpired in our lives we made another connection. He said to me “I believe you are my sister in Christ”? Yes indeed 😊 a sweet blessing….
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Nancy – When we became Facebook friends, a couple different Christian friends of mine from high school – one from earlier high school when we lived in Ohio, and the other from later high school when we lived in Wisconsin – were happy to learn I had become a believer. I was happy to be able to tell them that.
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Aaah. That picture is gorgeous. Husband and I had lunch in the shade of a palo verde tree while out hiking near Tucson several years ago. It was a lovely hot day.
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I love bougainvillea, they’re very prolific in Southern California, growing wild on the hillsides of the peninsula. But they are thorny and can get out of control. My neighbors’ plant comes over my back fence — the one I had in front was trimmed way back into a little bush a few years ago, though, and no longer blossoms. 😦
I’m leaving the house earlier with this new schedule but since my commute is so short — about 15 minutes — I also get home earlier, which is sweet. Not getting used to the setup, but prayed last night that I could “start over” today so made apologies to my city editor for Monday’s “attitude” and we’re moving on. The other location, a similar change in setup, also is in revolt with open arguments over the new set up there. Our entertainment reporter was in the other day to use one of our “hotel” desks and when he left told the other guys in the room he hoped it would be the last time he’d ever have to be there.
I hate looking at a wall all day and one of the real downsides also is that it takes (I kid you not) 15 minutes just to get from office to car to street with all the key cards and up and down elevators required. So going out for quick lunchtime errands is kind of out — I have been bringing my lunch and eating at the little kitchenette where there at least is a nearby window.
Compounding the frustration is we’ve recently learned that the Long Beach paper’s office did not actually have to change locations after all — but it was driven by still-newish city editor who had become paranoid almost about a mass shooter getting into our old building. That was a simple storefront and, like most older downtowns near the ocean, had its “interesting” characters. There were tattoo parlors on either side, an alley in the back where we parked, some homeless in the area and a covered flyway with a peeling mural that you had to walk through to get to the front door. But that was key-carded entry only (visitors had to get buzzed in).
Even so, the editor had become absolutely convinced that a mass shooter was going to get in any day now. So she pitched a fit to the company and here we are, in our high rise cubby holes with no public access at all (which makes her happy).
As someone said, it “is what it is.”
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Tomorrow I may at last be able to work from home, I have an early morning port hearing nearby at the waterfront to cover that’ll go several hours — hen to write it after that I think I’ll just do it from home.
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