This afternoon, after playing three hours of volleyball, I and 10 other players spent a lovely few hours together in the home of our friend, Darlene. She had kindly offered to host the get-together so that Audities’ Cards could exhibit their collection. While nibbling on the generously provided delectables, the girls had a relaxing time chit-chatting and shopping from the hundred or so selections of greeting cards. What a delightful time we had.
Thank you, Darlene, and thank you, friends.
I’ve been thinking that with Kevin Spacey’s series being cancelled, perhaps we could call this kind of get-together a “House of Cards Party.”
Perhaps you too would be interested in hosting such a gathering?
I don’t know if we asked the right questions, nor if we found the right solutions, but I do know that it was a beginning — perhaps.
We can help track butterflies at this site: http://www.e-butterfly.org/
When I design a card for a young boy who loves trucks, I like to use the photo of a truck as the main attraction. It makes sense, right?
And because I like old classics, I might lean toward modifying the photo of an old truck, like the beauty above.
Well, not so fast.
Although I am not a painter, I feel inspired by the life of this woman.
Born in 1755, I would guess this prolific artist must have been quite happy and fulfilled — she painted 660 portraits and 200 landscapes in her lifetime, and died just before her 87th birthday. Perhaps it was the exposure to intrigue and nobility. Alas, I don’t have much of that in my life.
Alas, too, I missed seeing this exhibit in New York last year. I’m sure I would’ve enjoyed it.
Now I’m free to relax as much as I like!
Unfortunately, all my good routines and well-developed habits, got lost when I was taken off the rails by recent stressful events. (Yes, priorities have a way of taking control.) Read more
These days, with the setting of the sun, I start to look forward to bed-time, ever hopeful of a good eight hours.
Since the flood, though, this has been harder and harder to achieve. Read more
but, I’m using it today to mean taking a break–today I will visit my friend.
Here’s a fun little song by Taj Mahal with a hint at another meaning. 🙂
. . . the mess remains, so we cannot yet rest.
Marathon Number Five
twenty-eight degrees outside;
much warmer inside this suit,
and behind this mask on her face;
shortness of breath;
sopping-wet tentest insulation board
up and out the window;
up the stairs and out;
weakness in her legs and arms and back and neck and fingers;
physical and mental exhaustion;
hitting the wall and continuing;
determination in her every step;
a smile on her face;
twenty-six miles is nothing compared to this!
Haz Mat will travel . . .
. . . down to the basement.
To stick in one’s craw: to be difficult to swallow; to cause lasting annoyance, irritation or hard feelings.
It was early days, relatively speaking, in the drama of the flood of my home. Read more
After more than ten days of not giving up and not giving in, . . .
. . . and choosing to go without certain creatures comforts, and putting so much energy into pumping out water, we can now sleep much easier: there is heat coming from the furnace and hot water coming from the tank! Yeah!
Now I plan to have a hot bath!
Recently we’ve struggled through difficult times here in our community, . . .
. . . but Boy, Oh Boy! Do we feel lucky!