Goofy Pictures!

And the theme for today.....

GOOFY PICTURES!!

I am still practicing....

She probably wouldn't be too excited to know this is here. Don't tell her.

He, on the other hand - just wants a little privacy...

Well what do you expect? It is a "quiet moment" is it not?


I know - no class - at all.



And these two fine gentleman have lived on my desk for years.





I look at them innumerable times per day. They always make me smile.




Off for more goofy pictures. It will get better - I hope.

Responsibilities

AHHHHHH – I’m doing it again!
Cyber-stalking…. Do you think she really minds?

She tried to call again – I missed it. again!!
I am very afraid she will stop trying to call.

I wish I could say “it is not my fault” but it is.
I agreed – eagerly – to do this. Now I am never available.

Bills to pay – yay my favorite thing.
I could wish them away – but they don’t leave.

If I didn’t go to work if I simply sat here and waited for her call…
That would make me happy.

I would feel fulfilled, accomplished, started in the right direction.
I wish I knew more than I do now.

I wish I knew how to make this work.
Remember Beanie and Cecil?

Help Cecil Help!

I'm still Learning

Ok some of these aren't too bad. I'm still learning.

This odd looking creature was out for a stroll along the water's edge. Kinda creepy.

The cavalcade of colors here are just unbelievable. The center is a vibrant red with surrounding colors of green, yellow and orange. All provided courtesy of mother nature. You couldn't duplicate these in this perfect harmony.

There Was More

There was more I wanted to tell her
I had used up my chances – reached my quota for the day.

I wanted to tell her talking about it, planning it out, are always the better.
Mama knew for 12 years it was coming.
She started planning and talking.
We all knew her desires for the end, we steeled ourselves for the eventuality.

They didn’t read the paperwork correctly in the hospital.
They hooked her up when she failed.
Old Fart said no – she doesn’t want that.
They kept the machine on until I got there.
It was already too late – she was gone.
The body was continuing without her.
I came for him – he needed me.
It was still a shock for him.
He wasn’t ready to say good-bye.

He was in shock and very lost.
But, we had a plan.
We had all talked.

Cremation – small service at the church – ashes in the columbarium.
And then the clean-up begins.

One got missed.
Couldn’t reach him for a couple of days.
Tried outdated numbers, left random messages.
He called while we were making the arrangements.
His excitement and pleasure upon realizing it was me soon changed –
to sorrow and to pain.
A terrible sense of loss for him.
He had plans to take her to her next appt and talk again – about the end.
She told him much – he asked for my help to make it all work.
We did.
Her secret guardian angel – him – saw it all through.
It was better he wasn’t there at the end – we needed his memories of those conversations.

We talk now of the Old Fart’s end – he is making certain. Don’t be offended by the name – he has been my beloved Old Fart for 47 years – we understand it. He is “g-pa Old Fart” to my daughter. They are beautiful together.

His will be the worst. I love Mama – miss her daily.
I will miss him by the minutes.

We talk often – everyone understands his wishes.

I wish he not leave.

Time is now

Now would be a good time to do what I need to do.
Now would be an excellent time to get some things done.
Now would be the best time to accomplish some tasks that are waiting.

Annndddd… I'm not going to do them.
There are kitties to pet and cuddle
The dog hasn’t had his backside rubbed all day
The information superhighway has been sailing along without me all day…

I can’t justify making forward progress on a task list when these things simply cannot be ignored any longer


See look at evil with ears – as he takes over my desk and my keyboard specifically


And the poopers - well - well - ya just - well

So, as now is as good a time as any – I have important things to do.

Winter

Cold is not my favorite. I grew up in a warm climate. The additional planning and preparation that comes with living in a seasonal location is a bit daunting. And annoying.

Weather was never a factor growing up. It was warm, hot or just stay inside until after dark. The changes in season were highlighted by fog or haze and no fog or haze. Snow, hail, rain, sleet, freezing rain – what is the difference anyway? were never considered. More sun – less sun – that was the extent of the weather patterns. We didn’t winterize our car, our house, our lawn – what lawn? we had rock – seal windows, wrap pipes or any such chore. We just put on a sweatshirt and called it winter. No extra preparation for the cold months ahead – just turn up the air conditioner to a higher setting so the room wasn’t too cool when you woke up. Ya – there was the winter prep right there.

As I say this I am setting up things - read chores - to be done this weekend. We have skipped fall and gone head long into winter. Flurries this weekend. See this picture – it was taken 8 days ago. 8 days ago!! You see any fall in that pond?

We were out walking in the arboretum. This is the newest water feature just completed.

Has a couple of new residents too.

Shorts and t-shirts and tennies. That was the uniform of the day. No coat, no jeans, no boots, no hats, no gloves, nope none of that. It was still a summer day. And now FLURRIES!

Windows to seal in the basement. Faucets to cover outdoors to prevent freezing. Yard decorations to be moved into the garage. New wiper blades and ice removal mixture in each car. Sand tubes for the trunk of my daughters little putt-putt.

And an entire reorganization of our closets. Summer shorts and tanks to the bins, sweaters and long sleeve t-shirts out of the bins and on the shelves. Replace the Egyptian cotton sheets with the fuzzy flannel ones and add at least one blanket to each bed. So long summer nights!

Goes by faster every year.

So, jobs

So, I have one of those job-things now.

Not a great wow-wow one. But, a paying one.
It had to happen you know.

Just because I am unemployed the bills don’t stop.
Go figure….
No money coming in but money still going out.
Not the best long-term plan.

Neither is this job-thing. But, that’s ok. It will bring in a little
money – keep me out of my head so much – let me see the outside
world – and maybe help me with some decisions.

Ya, I have actually already made those choices. I am acting on
them one at a time. With no regrets. I can’t wait for them all
to come through. They will – I am going to make certain.

This job-thing is good. It eases the pressure a little and
allows us all to relax some.
We have been pretty tense around here lately.
this will help.

I am having trouble figuring out if I want to write this in
a more poetry type format or just lay out an essay.

Still don’t know.

Hmmm – onward then.

Paradox - nope not the MD kind...

I can be a procrastinator.
I can be very pro-active.

I don’t mind when some things don’t get started.
I need to finish projects as quickly as possible.

I allow my mind to wander to distant places for
extended periods of time.
I have sharp focus and insight on the task
in front of me.

I am philosophical – finding
the Enlightened Path.
I crave logic - it all must make sense.

I am comfortable alone with my thoughts.
I need people.