Somewhere in your lifetime filled with hopes and dreams… I hope you’ll save room for a stray kitten. Yes, I wish you a stray kitten.
There have been a few years in my life (very few) when I’ve not had a cat. And all my cats have come to my porch as little lost souls, begging me to let them stay. If a tiny creature is brave enough to approach a huge structure, look up at the human who lives there, then ask in the sweetest little voice if she could please have a saucer of milk, well, a you have a darling personality on your hands.
Your soft, furry baby will snuggle with you when you take a nap. She’ll help you while you’re typing. She’ll keep you company when you need to take a cup of coffee out on the porch and just enjoy silence.
She’ll worry you when she falls sound asleep in a new hiding place and you can’t find her, then purr with delightful assurance while she twines herself between your ankles once she’s found.
You’ll always have someone to talk to. And as a bonus, your cat will be quite excellent at taking care of herself.
If you choose to adopt a stray puppy, I’ll understand. But with all my heart, I wish you a stray kitten.
I really don’t care for the term “bucket list”. There’s no romantic flow to the thought of kicking the bucket. So I always cringe a little bit at the notion, but I do enjoy reading the happy goals my friends set for themselves before they die.
With that in mind, I’m going to write a few words about my wish list. They’re wishes that have already come true for me… so these will be things I wish for everyone else.
Today I’m wishing that you all have at least one rose bush.
Have dozens if you can. But at least have one. One bush that you love and think about. You’ll watch it through the winter, and you’ll keep an eye on the spring weather forecasts so you’ll know when to prune it for the best flowering dreams.
Its fragrance will greet you in the morning when you head out to your mailbox. You’ll take the proverbial time to stop and smell the roses covered in lovely drops of dew.
The blossoms will amaze you with their beauty, and then remind you of fleeting time as they wither. You’ll have blissful moments all to yourself as you take your little clippers to remove the dried remains, making your rose bush as pretty as possible. It will only take a few minutes in the cool of the evening, two or three days a week. Just enough time to unwind from the pressures of your day… and there will be pressures of the day.
You may encounter thorns, but that’s just another thing to ponder. Let them speak life lessons into your heart. There are many.
Yes… I wish you a rose bush.
My grandparents are always in my heart. Our family recently sold the furniture store building, which means the memories flood our souls. The photo was taken there. Grandma and my niece, Lizzie.
I’ll share a letter I wrote for Grandma years ago.
Grandma’s Mother’s Day Gift 1995
Relaxed… trying to think of the word that best describes Grandma, this is the one I decide upon. There are so many others… strong, confident, gracious… but I don’t remember a time that she wasn’t relaxed.
Throughout my childhood and even until recently, I believe I have taken this gift of hers for granted.
Grandma has always managed the furniture store in what seemed to me such an easy fashion… calling customers by name, earning a deep and true respect from all who have worked there, always dressed beautifully with her hair and makeup just so.
I was not amazed that Grandma would spend six days a week doing this, then prepare a wonderful meal each and every Sunday for our large family. It was just what she did. It never seems amazing when a person makes what they’re doing look so easy.
So, I was never amazed at the beautiful house, the excellent meals, the wonderful parties with the entire church attending.. they seemed so casual to me.
I was never amazed that she and Granddad had time for civic organizations and all the functions that involves. Never amazed at the huge array of homemade Christmas candies. Her sewing amazed me… but mostly for the beauty of it, and how quickly and easily she could sew a beautiful dress. I was never amazed that she did it.
Well – I can tell you that I’m amazed now!
Grandma, how do you manage to do all of this? More importantly, how do you manage to do all of this and stay so relaxed? I work at my little store, usually pick supper up, or pop it in the microwave, complain about doing the dishes and have an idea that I will sew another dress next year when I have more time. I usually manage to get to church on time, but there is definitely not a meal already cooking in the kitchen. I refuse to join a club because it will take up too much of my time. Not to mention the fact that I don’t even have any children.
I have certainly learned many lessons from my Grandma, and I’m thankful to be her granddaughter.
I hope that some of her beautiful character traits are mirrored in my life… but I’m striving for her gift of accomplishing so much in a day without hurrying through it.
If I could step back into my childhood for just a few days, I’d love to take my cell phone with me. And this is what I’d do…
I would take so many photos in the kitchen. I’d get my parents making breakfast and dropping battered squash slices, fresh from the garden, into the fry daddy.
I’d take photos of the morning sun streaming through the sliding glass door onto a fresh batch of biscuits on the glass top table.
And all week long I’ve been wishing for photos of the cabinet in one corner of the kitchen that was filled with the lovely variety of placemats and cloth napkins. I’d get plenty of photos of that sweet collection… stacked on the shelves, placed on the table. I’d get someone to take a picture of me placing the knives and the forks and the spoons.
Back in the day of camera film, and watching the 12 count down to 1, I was clueless that photos like that would be priceless someday. We were so cautious with those rolls of film. We had to be. So I store those memories in my mind’s eye.
Setting pretty tables is a sweet tradition in our family. All those years of catching the school bus early in the morning for the ride into town, we always sat down to a pretty table and a good breakfast first.
You’ve taught me many things throughout my life, Mama. It always gives me a happy feeling of contentment when I’m putting plates on a table… and I thank you for making that a part of who I am.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Nana was born on this day in 1915. I’m thinking of her today, and enjoyed reading this letter I wrote for her 21 years ago.
Nana’s Mother’s Day Gift, 1995
Charming… this seems to be the perfect word to describe my Nana.
I can easily call to mind countless examples of Nana adding charm to the day.
In my busy, hurried life, I often wish that I would slow down and take time to make the day more delightful… the way Nana does.
It has been a treat to spend time with her and observe the way she so easily makes this a part of her life, refusing to be rushed.
Preparing a simple meal for her Christmas Bingo ladies, Nana makes it special by placing a cherry on each plate – just so.
A woman told me once about a time when she didn’t have time to prepare a box for the church box social. Nana said she’d be glad to make an extra one. This lady was so surprised when Nana arrived with a delightful boxed lunch all done up with ribbons… of course she would add this special touch.
When I’m there and hear Nana playing the piano each day, I tell myself that someday I’ll take the time to play my guitar every day. What a treat to wake up to the sounds of Nana’s piano.
If you’re spending the night with her, you can expect the bed to be turned down… just so.
If guests drop in unexpectedly, Nana will have a delicious pie ready – that she made just in case.
If she’s been working in her beautiful yard all morning and needs to go to town, she’ll take the time to bathe, relax, and look ever so pretty before she goes.
Her purse always matches her shoes. Her nails are always polished. Her roses are always blooming. She always has the time to visit with friends. It’s a delight to see her spend her days in such a charming way.
It’s a delight to have her for my grandmother. I hope that some of her grace and charm are mirrored in my life.
I was so very wrong.
I can remember writing the poem… an anniversary gift for my Gary. We’d spent the last three of our seven years of marriage living on St. Thomas, and we’d be moving back to New Mexico in a few short weeks. There’s a line in it… “I know there are no memories that can take the place of these.” Well, perhaps I was partially right. The memories are always with us. But all those years ago I could never have dreamed that more island living would come our way. I did not imagine that so many of my happy days to come would be spent enjoying sapphire blue water with this man, over and over again.
Last month we took another break from reality, and for the first time in 26 years we were back on St. Thomas together. We were back in a jeep on those left-handed, twisting, climbing roads, back at our schools, and back on those gorgeous white sand beaches. It was a special day on another special cruise, reliving special memories.
The poem is sweet, but I still say I was wrong. I thought those days were almost make-believe, and that my “real life” wouldn’t be so dreamy. Not the case. Every day with Gary has been a marvelous and beautiful adventure.
Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life!
It’s the first thing I decorate. Right after Thanksgiving, my wonderful stair railings are covered in draping greenery, velvet poinsettias, red feathered birds of all sizes, huge gold Christmas balls, swirling gold ribbon.
And it’s the last thing to come down. I put it off for as long possible because it’s just so special. Left up to me, our staircase would have been one straight line along the wall. (No, left up to me it would have been a ladder.) But my amazing husband builds gorgeous houses, and I’m beyond blessed to have lived in this barn with these elegant stairs.
Well, today was the day. The calendar is filling up with appointments and events, so it’s time to wrap up the holidays and get down to business.
That’s what it means when the garland comes down. There’s work to be done. Deadlines to meet. This year I’ve been looking so forward to is now upon me. Time to buckle down.
2016, you’ve been on my mind with great anticipation. I’m ready for the journey.
Job one – deal with this amazing new gadget from Santa Baby. (He knows how new gadgets vex me, and yet the man continues to challenge me with better technology!)
It’s almost 3:30, Tuesday afternoon. Let’s just see how long it takes me to get a photo on this thing, get my blog dashboard pulled up, and somehow manage to get these words and a photo published to my website.
Alrighty then, it’s almost 4:00. To the casual reader, this accomplishment may not seem like much. If I hit “Publish” and this works, I’m going to feel like a million bucks! Happy 2016! Bring it!
The ornaments were a simple shape this year.
I needed a simple shape, and this year I really needed help. It’s been a whirlwind around here! Thankfully, there were elves – I mean employees – who did the cutting and sanding for me!
Months ago I’d found this great jigsaw puzzle map, and had printed out over 100 copies to be ready.
I always love it when they’re all together. So much like cookies!
Maps, puzzles, and a favorite song…
that’s what I chose for my 2015 ornament.
I love this planet.
I hope 2016 brings peace around the world.
Another beautiful day in Portales! The 18th Annual Holiday Happening was held in the ENMU Ballroom, and once again the room was filled with one glorious holiday table after another, friends and families laughing, enjoying the grand decorations and a delicious dinner.
This year’s table was “Christmas at the Castle”. It all started with a little ad popping up on the side of my computer screen for some lovely blue and white dishes… and priced just way too good to be true!
Next step – Figure out a way to build a castle!
Serendipity steps in – A friend posts a photo on Facebook of a little boy playing with a set of castle building blocks. I zoom in on the photo and get the name of the set from the box that’s in the background.
Progress – When the building blocks come in I spend a day at my mom’s house and we paint the blocks to match the dishes then hot glue them together… because there’s no way I’m waiting for the hurried holidays to assemble a castle.
Order some napkins to match the seat covers I already conveniently have in blue due to last year’s “Cruising for Christmas” table. Decide upon jeweled headbands for the gifts for my guests, which will double as napkin rings. Oh… and one bow tie for the gentleman who will be dining with us this year.
Oh yes.. it’s Christmas Time! My house is decorated, I’ve got Dean Martin singing Christmas classics as I drive along in my car, and today is the annual Holiday Happening in Portales.
Altrusa International has kept the tradition going strong for 18 years, and it’s always a wonderful way to begin the season.
Here’s my contribution to this year’s silent auction to benefit local charities. I hope it brings some dollars and some smiles!
Day 33 – November 26,2012 – At Sea
Today was our Mariners’ Brunch… with the pretty little tile gifts. (And a day for me to discover people who have extras to give me – as well as the wonderful plates they don’t want to take home on the planes.)
“Blue Hawaii” was our movie… and we needed the laughs after the somber shows we’ve been going to this week! Entertainment tonight – The Beatles. The same men who gave us The Beach Boys a few nights ago. Great show, crowd pleasers, lots of fun. We had dinner alone again tonight. Very nice when we get to dine alone and don’t have to carry on with the polite chit chat. =)
Day 34 – November 27, 2012 – Honolulu
Okay… we don’t need to return to Honolulu. Ha! Stressful day trying to walk to the palace, opting out of the tour, catching the bus, missing the shuttle stops. Uggghhh! Happiest time of the day was getting back to the ship for our own luau on the lido. =)
Day 35 – November 28, 2012 – Maui
Loved the place. Enjoyed Lahaina and Hanapali. Walked along the shore, played in the water, bought matching Hawaiian shirts (old cars and surf boards) and enjoyed hearing Bing singing Melikilikimaka inside Hilo Hattie’s. Really a beautiful spot we’d happily return to.
Day 36 – November 29, 2012 – Hilo
Went on the excursion to Kilauea and loved it. Wonderful views of the smoking crater, a walk through a lava tube, standing in the steam. This island was beautiful and lush and we hope to return and have the chance to see Kona.
Enjoyed sailing away out on the back deck with Rick & Sue, then dining alone, and on to the excellent concert by a classical pianist. He played a grand variety, and helped put us into the Christmas mood by playing music from The Nutcracker. We are spoiled. Indeed… we are Hollandaised!
Day 37 -41 – November 30, 2012 – December 4, 2012 – At Sea
We begin the journey home. 5 days at sea. We’ve had a marvelous time. If we only had one sea day… that would be fine. Since we have 5, that’s fine too. We will completely unwind, no worries, no agenda, just float on.
Day 28 – November 22, 2012 – Apia, Samoa
You never know what to expect. Today’s surprise was the gauntlet of taxi drivers! Usually Holland America takes us to nearest town on a bus… and we’ve grown quite spoiled to these Grand Voyage accommodations! Ha! Today we were met by a wall of large Samoan men right behind the gates of the pier, longing to take us in their taxis. So hard to choose… hoping you do so wisely. And so we finally said yes to Simone – in his lava lava, bare-feet, and floral shirt. And when he took us to his car… aye adai! It was the oldest one we saw all day, the air-con didn’t work much, the tires were about to split, and it had a hard time chugging us up over the hills… but all’s well that ends well, and we enjoyed our day.
We saw the beautiful Papapatai Falls and an incredible resort on the opposite side of the island from Apia. We visited Villa Vailima, the home of Robert Louis Stevenson, and also stopped at a gorgeous Catholic Church… all open air.
It’s a quaint place, little villages, thatched roofs. Simone is a chief in his family, lives in a farming village and has no electricity. They cook their food with wood, and they catch their water. Again… reminders of Guam everywhere… and probably what Guam was like 40 years before we moved there.
(By the way… Gary gave him money at the end of our tour to go buy some new tires!)
Day 29 – November 22, 2012 – At Sea
Notice that it’s still November 22, still Thursday, still Thanksgiving Day. We’ve crossed the Dateline.
It felt a little odd this morning… no preparations to be made, no hustle and bustle. We filled the day with nice conversations, good food, samba lessons and reading. Gary actually got on a bike today. He’s been giving his achilles a break.
Thanksgiving Dinner was very nice this evening with Carol and Evan. The dining room was filled with American flags and red, white & blue streamers… making sure we Americans were honored on our holiday. I had two courses of delicious pumpkin soup, and also had two desserts… pumpkin and pecan pie. The turkey was good, the plate was filled with vegetables – so we truly had our traditional meal.
Day 30, 31, 32 – November 23, 24, 25, 2012 – At Sea
Movies, dancing, reading, relaxing. “Hawaii”, “Amelia”, “Pearl Harbor”.
Another beautiful formal night, a dessert extravaganza, lovely gifts of commemorative plates. We crossed the equator Friday night and loved watching our tv screen count down to zero from the south, then begin moving up into the north.