Archive | April, 2015

Theme Song Thursday: “These Are A Few Of Myth Favorite Things.”

10 Apr

“We don’t need to have just one favorite. We keep adding favorites. Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives change. We have other favorites that give us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favorites. They’re always with us. We just sort of accumulate them.” 

― Lloyd Alexander

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Today was a busy, fun, wonderful day. So, I’m going to share it with you. I started out with an exhilarating Zumba class, quick change and off to Art Club of McKinney meeting, followed by lunch at the Pantry on the square with friends, thrift shopping with Sherry, stopped to visit  my dear friend Kathy in the hospital, then home for a long walk. Are you exhausted just reading this?

 “Here are a few of my favorite things.”

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New officers of the Art Club of McKinney

  

 Christie Ray gave us a fantastic demonstration and brought examples of dozens of various art mediums. She is amazing and had wonderful tips and tricks to share. Awesome!

  

  

After lunch, thrift store shopping and visiting Miss Kathy at Baylor, this is what I saw on my walk. People ask why I walk so much. Look at what I get to see every day.

  

Storm on the way!

   

 

What a difference a day makes! This is my new little rose bush in my front yard…yesterday and then today.

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. 

I am so blessed.

Wednesday: Words of Wisdom and Poetry

9 Apr


“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” 

― Rainer Maria Rilke

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After my morning walk, I stopped to pull a few unsightly weeds in my front yard. Then, I meandered over to the front flower bed where I had planted a single solitary Knockout rose bush last fall. It was the only new thing I planted at my new house. I wasn’t sure if the tiny thing was going to make it after the bitter winter. So, I giggled with delight when I saw my first red rose today. 


“We made it! We made it!” I related to the struggle of the delicate rose. We made it through the harsh winter together, and now we are going to grow and blossom and thrive. A new rose, a new house, a new life. ” We made it!” A lot of metaphor stuff going on here, but that’s what I do. I also like to write poetry when I am thus inspired.


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           THE FIRST SIGN OF SPRING


The harsh grey of winter melts away in a hush


As the first blooms of Spring apply their colorful blush.


Then tiny red blossoms peek from branches and stems


With the radiant glow of fine rubies and gems. 


My heart sings a song when the first rose appears


And the sky gently sprinkles the earth with her tears.


~Toni Andrukaitis


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Tuesday: Time For Change and Lots of It

8 Apr

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” 

― Alan W. Watts

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The only thing I can be certain of is time and life goes on. I can’t change it, but I can make the best use of it.

~ Me

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My morning walk yesterday was interrupted by a brief rain shower. An hour later, it was fine, and by afternoon, it was clear, sunny, and down right warm. Funny how the weather can change in just a few hours. It made me think of how life can do the same.

Today, after Zumba class at the Y, I went for a long walk and decided to change up my usual repetitious route by walking on the other side of the subdivision. Talk about change. You know how I always talk about finding lucky pennies. Well, today I hit the jackpot and found a whole bunch of change (coins) on journey.

  

I spent the afternoon on the Square with my friend Zelda, having lunch and strolling and popping into some shops. Then, home for an evening walk. The sky was so amazing. It went from cloudy and dreary to bright and dazzling, changing back and forth all day,

  

Isn’t this spectacular?

  

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” 

I’M GOING TO JOIN THE DANCE!

   

 

Montage Monday

7 Apr
Rainy days and Mondays don’t always get me down. (Sometimes..just not today.)
   

 

  

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Sunday Sermon, Some Grey Skies, and First Signs of Spring

6 Apr

“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.” 

― Lauren Kate, Torment

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Even the pouring rain and grey gloomy morning couldn’t darken my spirits today. Today is Easter. I made sure to leave extra early for 9 o’clock Mass, as I knew it would be packed…and it was.

So, of course the Gospel was about the resurrection of Jesus, but I always like to give you my abridged personal version. To me, the entire story of Easter is about faith. Our faith gives us strength, and “we may not always understand” or we may question, but we still believe.

  

After Mass, the parking lot was a madhouse. Talk abput gridlock. People were trying to leave while people were trying to come in for the 11 o’clock service. No one was moving. Having nowhere I needed to be, I patiently turned off my car, took out my cell phone, propped my feet up and checked my email for about twenty minutes. By then the lot was almost empty and I left without a problem.

The rain finally stopped and I was able to get out for a long afternoon walk. It was a bit damp and misty, but I bundled up and enjoyed the beauty of the grey skies silhouetted by the dark trees.

  

Isn’t that a beautiful scene? It was a beautiful day and a beautiful Easter.

“If you can find beauty in a gloomy grey sky with broken black tree branches reaching up to the heavens, then you can truly appreciate life.”

~Me

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I was so excited when I saw the first knockout rose bushes in bloom along the path by the pond. My first signs of Spring.

  

Saturday, Sunrise, Sharing with my “Peeps,” and Sittin’on the Square

5 Apr


“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”

― Ruth Reichl

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What a sensational Saturday! The sunrise was amazing for my morning walk. Then, off to my writing group, home to finish frosting Peep bunny cupcakes to share with my new neighbors, a quick shower, then off to the Square.

  

Look at this amazing sunrise! God painting the sky with gold.

  

Live music, singing, and sit tinning with friends at Sweet Spot Bakery on the square in McKinney.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTQjxd26Xh0

Oh yes, sharing good times with all my “Peeps.”

  

A lot of happy neighbors and friends.

   

 

Bumping into my good friends Michael and Sherri.

  

Making new friends. This handsome canine was dressed in his formal attire.

  

Home in time for an evening walk and another painted sunset. “Life is so endlessly delicious.”

Friday, Friends and Firemen

4 Apr


“Those who are wise won’t be busy, and those who are too busy can’t be wise.” 

― Lin Yutang, The Importance Of Living

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Another busy Friday. After only about five hours of sleep, I set the alarm for 7:30 for my 8am walk. Diane and I met and walked over by the new construction a few blocks away, and bumped into another lady walking. We stopped to introduce ourselves, chatted, and made a new friend, Judy.


I came home after a two hour walk, and started baking cupcakes for Towne Creek, (volunteer senior art group), my firemen friends at Station #2, and a few neighbors. I made my funny face, finished my baking and frosting, then packed up. 

  

The guys over at Station #2 appreciated their Bunny cupcakes and were more than happy to pose for a picture, they even said they’d save one for my friend Quincy who was on the late shift.

   

 

Then, off to Towne Creek for painting and feasting.

   

   

Not to finish my Friday without more friends, I stopped at Sweet Spot Bakery to visit with Miss Kathy, Miss Elizabeth, and Kaylyn. We sat outside, chatted and visited till 8pm. Now, home for dinner which consisted of some humus and chips and a Black Russian.  (Not too nutritious but tasty.)

  

A long busy day, but always a fun Friday! 

   


Thankful Thursday

3 Apr
“Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road.” 
― John Henry Jowett

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There is always something to be thankful for. But, you know what is even more pleasant than a day full of personal gratitude? It’s when someone appreciates and is thankful for something you’ve done for them. 

Last week, when I made my cute little Peep bunny cupcakes, I took some to my local fire station, but I also took some to several of my new neighbors. Officer Rick, a Texas State Trooper was out throwing the football around with his two sons, so I took some over there. Then, there’s this adorable little girl, Carly, who lives a few houses down. She always runs out to say hi when I’m out walking. I took one over there,  and also to the two houses next door.

So, Sunday evening when I was out for a walk, little Carly ran out to the street and said, “Thank you for the cupcake,” and then she gave me a big hug. Later that evening, the doorbell rang. It was my neighbor with her daughter Hailey. She drew a beautiful thank you card with a picture of her cupcake.

  
  
Isn’t that precious? Needless to say, more cupcakes will be finding their way to Hailey’s house.
I can always find something to be thankful for, but being appreciated is very, very special.
   

 

Wednesday: Wonderful Words of Love at First Sight

2 Apr
“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.” 
― E.A. BucchianeriBrushstrokes of a Gadfly
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I know, I know! You think I’m crazy, but it was love at first sight. I never thought I could love again after having my heart trampled on and ripped out of my chest. After lies, deceit, betrayal, and being abandoned after over four decades of complete devotion. I never thought My heart would be love again. But, like I said, it was love at first sight.
Everything happened so quickly, I didn’t have a chance. But, now the secret is out. I didn’t want people thinking I was crazy. But, I guess I am. Those big brown eyes “had me at hello.” Our long walks along the pond, strolls in the park, or just watching the Super Bowl together, it was all magical. 
It’s only been a few months, but were talking about moving in together, at least to try it out and see how it works. What could it hurt? I’m not getting any younger, and it would be nice to have a loving companion, even if only for a short time. Life is too short.
This made me think of the lyrics by Paul McCartney’s “Silly Love Songs.” 
Love doesn’t come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn’t come at all
I only know that when I’m in it
It isn’t silly, love isn’t silly, love isn’t silly at all
So, this is my neighbor Bailey. She’s the cutest little pup, and it was love at first sight. My great friends and neighbors Diane and Richard rescued her a few months ago. And yes, we have taken walks in the park and we watched the Super Bowl together. Bailey might move in with me a few days when Diane goes out of town. We have a lot in common. She was abandoned, abused and kicked around before finding her new home. We’re both a little skiddish, but doing better. (Thanks Diane for the cute photos.)
   

 

But in reality, my two sons Joe and Matt are the real loves of my life, from the second they were born, until my last dying breath. 

 

  

Wednesday:Wonderful Words of Love at First Sight

2 Apr

E.A. Bucchianeri

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.” 
― E.A. BucchianeriBrushstrokes of a Gadfly
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