peas on earth

i will be away from my blog and computer for several days while i visit my grandmother.  i hope you all have a beautiful and blessed easter holiday.
 
 
  thank you for the many wishes and prayers this week.  they mean so very much to me.

full of stars

the day started out cloudy and threatened rain and that was really okay because the day before was beautiful.  i figured rain always makes a great catch-up day around the house.  (not that i did much catching up) then the clouds parted and the sun beckoned me.  i used the rationalization that i didn't have my 365 shot.  plus - i was tired of processing the 300 shots i took at the gardens.  i've really got to quit taking 50 pictures of the same thing over and over.  i drove out highway 80 and somehow it connected back to the interstate.  so...i came back to montgomery.  then i ended up at the shakespeare festival and i sighed.  what's new here?  nothing i pouted.  but i walked down to the 'secret garden' anyway.  as i approached, the sweetest scent overwhelmed me and it was this...jasmine?  clementis?  vine?  beautiful cascading white stars, perfumed and gorgeous.  they didn't have to be painted ladies - they quietly waited for me to come to them.  and i sat awhile and enjoyed the view.

saturday....in the park....(all nods to chicago for the title)

and boots with da fur

apparently the thunderbirds are in town today.  and no, not the fun and uber retro thunderbird puppets that would be all hip and cool-like, but the really loud, fast-flyin', supersonic air acrobatics team...

which could be very cool and uber fun (why do i keep using uber - is it that 60's retro vibe i'm getting from that shot?)...*ahem* sorry - it would be fun to see them perform except i'm at work and am supposed to be doing official, serious things like writing memos and planning agendas.

but instead i've googled retro shots of puppets.  bad me.  bad bad me. bad bad bad.  and yeah, i'm shaking my fist at loud planes constantly flying back and forth over head.

now for the joan jett interlude "i hate myself for lovin' you" (because she's all relevant now with the new movie) and thoughts of the weekend are dancing in my head.  ow! ow! ow!  *chair dancing intermission*  the beauty of the ipod has that flow right into flo-rida. 

happy friday all - i'm going to go back to official memo writing now.

thoughts

my mom always said "if wishes were horses beggars" would ride.  well, she also said something a lot more colorful and crude when i would really whine, but basically her outlook on life was wishing a day away would never solve anything.  and to have anything in life, you had to pull your boots on and get out in the muck to make it happen.

as i was talking to one uncle today, he was relaying a story of how independently we (my brothers, sister and i) were raised.  that we've been a cohesive family unit without much call for others for so long that we don't often think of calling on other people.  i've said that often but it was odd hearing it from someone else.

he also told me that he told the uncle that if i (or any of us) call, then the call should be taken seriously - because we don't call unless we need help.  i think my heart swelled with a kind of pride in some ways.  but, at the same time....should i have been worried?

the main issue is that life just goes by so fast and by the time i think to call...it's been weeks...and then months...and then, i get embarrassed.  i do say, "i'm going to try and be better about...." and then suddenly it's two months later.  i need to just remember to pick up the phone and not put it off. 

so i did...and they were not at home.  *laughs*  but there is always that next time.