There are a lot of changes happening.  The hardest is the loss of my friend to leukemia.  After 8 months she succumbed.  I cannot believe such a vibrant person is gone, just like that.  Her celebration of life will be on her birthday in August.

In 10 days I will be on my first overseas trip.  My biggest worry are my feet and legs.  I have purchased how many pair of shoes for this trip to find the one pair that will cut it.  So far I may have a winner that will lessen the pain.

Then the biggest and longest range change is I bought a puppy.  Not just any puppy but a Blue Heeler puppy.  It has been almost three years since I lost my beloved Australian Shepherd and I said no more dogs.  But last January a customer asked if I’d be interested in a pup.  I know his dogs and they are super nice, well rounded and love people so I said keep me on the list.  Well last Saturday he brought me out a puppy and it was instant love.  So after work I went back, played with the puppies and picked mine out.  I have named him Zip (he was already named back in January) and after my trip he will be coming home and my life will never be the same.

A dog is a 15 yr. commitment and I will be 70 when it is time for Zip to go.  I hope we both live that long…

Zip at 5 weeks
Zip at 5 Weeks

My Grandmother’s Eyes

Photo on 6-5-16 at 3.12 PM

Today I am working at the antique store I have a booth at.   It was very busy this morning but now has died down.  I have 1 1/2 hours to go before I can close up.  I wandered around and looked at stuff, played on the computer, wrote the last post’s haiku on a chalkboard for sale and took this photo.

When I loaded it I thought something looked familiar.  Besides it is me of course.  I see my Dad’s mother in my face.  I can’t pinpoint what it is but she is there.  I’ve gotten a glimpse of her in my face before.

I am happy to see my face isn’t so round anymore.  I have lost 45# since last August with more to go.  I don’t wear glasses.  These are my cheap Walmart readers.  They give me balance and definition I think.

My hair is like wire and I don’t color it.  I’m pretty fortunate that the gray has sprinkled itself pretty even throughout.  I sometimes ask the hairdresser what it looks like.  They always say good but then what are they going to say.  I hope they are honest, not that it would matter.  I’m an old hippie chick that believes in nature taking its course and accepting that.

Last month I bought my first full length mirror.  I just stood in front of it nude, then with panties and bra.  Man, when did I get so old?  And wrinkly?  It isn’t horrible.  It is my reality.  I don’t plan on doing a bikini calendar anytime soon.  Promise!

The last time I actually looked at myself like that was 30 years ago when I was 120# (I was 5’11”).

I had gained a lot of weight with kids and the stress of a husband who…well, we won’t get into that.  Let’s just say it’s complicated.  I got that from the internet.

Last August I moved out of our bedroom to the room upstairs.   He snores, I had hot flashes.  I am the type who needs my own space.  He is the type that is constantly in my space.  We mix like oil and water these days.

Just like that 45# fell off me.  Honestly I didn’t even try.  I was shocked.  I am embarrassed every time someone asks me what I am doing.  I mean, nothing really.  Besides now sleeping and walking away to my room when I don’t want to deal with my husband anymore.

I did join our local fitness center to get in better shape for my upcoming trip to Poland.  I am taking my son as a graduation gift so it is a big chunk of change.  I don’t want to be the one holding everyone up.  I have a long way to go physically and only a month to get there.  I have arthritis and sitting in a car delivering mail has my back screwed up.  And my ankle.

I went to my Dr.  I don’t think she listened at all.  She put me on prednisone for 6 days for “plantar fasciitis” which is not what it is.  But what do I know, right?  Maybe it can be irritated through the ankle.  Drugs helped but once done it was back.

Last week, through total desperation, I went to a chiropractor for the first time.  I told him our mission is to get me walking good in a month.  He is a miracle worker!  I hadn’t felt that good in 2 years!  I will be going back often to build up on the progress.  But for the first time since booking this trip I am allowing myself to get excited.


Today one of my customers played a prank on me.  It was hilarious.  You see, I deliver mail and he rigged his box up that when I opened it a skunk came flying out at me!  It was actually a mitten made of skunk.  He had it attached to the latch with two rubber bands.  It startled me, that is for sure.  He was disappointed that I didn’t scream.  Ha!  I told him I’m not a screamer but it certainly gave my heart a start, LOL.

This is what goofy 50 something Trump supporters do.   Hell, we have to have fun or what is the sense of being here?

Ponder the Sky


Sky. A strange small word for something so immense and for the most part, taken for granted. Do any of us truly understand that great expanse that is above us?

Origin of the word, sky-

Middle English (also in the plural denoting clouds): from Old Norse ský ‘cloud.’ The verb dates from the early 19th century

Just ponder on it for a minute.  In the black of night the sky has millions of stars, the moon, and planets beyond the human eye.  How small we are in relation to it all.  Yet here in our own little world we think the universe revolves around each of us.  Oh how wrong we are.  We are here and gone in a blink of an eye.

This same sky hovered over our ancestors and if all goes well, future generations.  This same sky is seen by you on the other side of the world. It has seen war, drought, celebration, life and death. We are all in this together under this great mixture of gas molecules we call atmosphere.

And if it is gone so are we.


Abandoned Art

Art Abandonment

Well lookie here!  It is my lucky day!  After YEARS of doing art abandonment myself I finally FOUND a piece!  It was at the library and is a painted tile of a flower with a hanger on back.  Very cool.  I wanted to record it and then I will release it into the wild for someone else to find.  What fun!!!


Painted Turtle

Painted Turtle WatercolorYesterdays little turtle made a big impact on me.  Turtles have always been important to humans.  Just look at all the art created based on turtles.  There are stories of the turtle, her endurance, her slow and steady pace, her long lived life, the thirteen moons on her back, Turtle Island.

When did we decide she was just something to hit on the road?

What does this say about humanity?  Do we truly think we are more important and superior to her?  Does she not have her own life and destiny?  Are we so rushed for time we cannot stop to help another?  That goes for humans too.

Perhaps that turtle in the road is trying to tell us something.  To slow down.  To savor the moment.  To appreciate small things.  I’m sure it isn’t “run me over.”