We are having this strange weather thingy happening. Yesterday and Today have been hot, sunny and not windy!
Saturday I woke up with the best of intentions. Go through all of my email, clean up my desk and then get out in the sunshine.
As you can see from the picture I did make a great salad for lunch and then spent the next 6 hours ordering tea and shoes. I mean there was a sale, so yeah, Zulily, you knew I couldn’t pass up 80% off!
Today has just been more of the same except I found rocks! Really good small river rocks to paint. Someone wanted to skip them across the lake, but no, I’m going to be all crafty with these suckers.
I hope you are all enjoying your long weekend! I know I am.
I am in a Green Mood today. Probably because it’s almost May!! Who doesn’t love May? All kinds of good things come with May. Like my birthstone, the emerald, Ireland, home of my mother’s people and the green I associate with my Daddy’s side of the family.
That new spring green that is popping out on trees and the neighbors lawns. Tiny little shoots of green struggling up through the warm dirt to meet the sun. Green is the color of life in Mother Nature’s realm.
As I sit here this morning I am looking at a picture taken at the cemetery when my father left on his next big adventure, and it’s so green and beautiful that I’m left wondering how a place of death can look so full of life? For me this cemetary is full of my life. Here are my grandparents along with my great-grandparents who came from Scotland when my grandpa was 2. After a short stop in Canada, they took about 3 steps into North Dakota and said, that’s good.
Have a fun weekend and appreciate what Spring brings us!
Spring is making herself known all over! My Winter Teas have been stashed and all of the lighter ones moved to the front.
Tulips,daffodils,and hyacinth are everywhere. Spring wild onions. The herbs are up and Lavender is knee high and even wisteria is sitting lazily on the fence.The smells are pure bliss!
Chicks are here along with the ducklings.
When you are an overprotective parent you bring your babies to work.
All girls. This is still such a miracle to me!
As lovely as you! It has been an insane week. Some ups and some downs, but all in all, enlightening. Have you ever gotten to the point where you are praying the phone doesn’t ring with more sad news? That is what this week was like. A lot of calls and me yelling at the universe ‘Are you Kidding me???’ So the anxiety level has been off the charts.
Trying to be very Zen today and reading a book about a nasty serial killer…hmmm, what does that say about me??
Hope, Courage and Strength. All of these are running through my mind this morning!
Yesterday afternoon the surgeon’s office called to let me know that I will be having my scar removal and corneal transplant on the 23rd of February. We went over all of the pre-op and post-op instructions and then I spoke with the anesthesiologist who gave me his instructions. No eating or drinking after midnight. Not a problem for me. No jewelry, no makeup and bring a shirt that buttons up the front. Not sure about that one.
So I was all at once anxious and glad I now had the date. Since I have promised myself I will not do any more research and look at pictures of eyeballs, I’m not sure how I feel now. Resigned I guess but I’m sure Anxiety will rear her ugly head as I get closer to the date.
Anxiety is that little devil on my shoulder that says ‘Hey, you should make sure your surgeon and all the other O.R. people aren’t on drugs or alcohol. What would happen if one of them had the shakes?’ That is what anxiety is. The What Ifs of Life. Anxiety is not logical, but it does have the power to bring you to your knees some days.
Happy Reading xxPatricia
So here we are at Day 8 of Blogmas. Got a really good shot of the carousel in the park and of course Grandpa’s John Deere Santa.
My new Anne Rice release came in yesterday, so I lost track of time this morning, reading in the tub, which is really just a second office, but as I said, I lost track of time in there and ended up having to have a conference call with my attorneys from the bathtub. Not a big deal. If we have ever spoken on the phone, I was either in the pool or the tub. Sorry… I thought I had pulled the call off pretty well until I turned the hot water on just a tiny bit and I heard a voice say, “Are you in the tub?” You got me.
As far as the Christmas thing goes, I am just not feeling that. It’s not that I’m a humbug it’s just the hypocrisy of it all. I have yet to hear more than one person talk about why you are celebrating Christmas. And then it hit me….these people aren’t celebrating the birth of their Christ, they’re celebrating Santa Claus. People are acting straight up crazy in the malls and shops, literally knocking people down in a rush to buy more stuff. I personally don’t need any stuff. I’m good.
This may not be a popular thing to say but I don’t really care. I don’t have a list of people to buy for. I have 3. They get Barnes and Noble gift cards. Done. And that is only because they are under the age of 5.
I’m still not even sure why Christmas Day is a Federal holiday. When do the other religions get a day off? And please don’t @ me telling me this is a Christian nation. It is not. Read your history books. I think I am just so sick of hearing how tight things are for people and yet they are out there going into debt so their kids can brag at school? What about the multitudes of people who choose feeding their children and putting a roof over their heads? Are these children “naughty” when Santa doesn’t come to their house?
Seems like a really unfair guy that Santa. Anyhow, that’s my opinion and you are more than welcome to yours. I just can’t help but wonder how many people out there shopping will be in church to celebrate what they say they are celebrating….
I am really having to dig hard for these! I feel so sorry for all of you who are already up to your eyeballs in snow…So for today’s #Blogmas post, I decided to share some of my favorite pictures of Christmas Past.
Being 4 is hard! My Rock Star on the left and right. Whenever the Christmas excitement gets to be too much, strip ’em down, put an apron on them and give them a paintbrush and a cup of water and let them “paint” the walls. Seriously, my little painter loved this.
You may think he’s dressed for an outing on the right but you would be wrong. Every day this boy got up and dressed like he was working for a Fortune 500 company. He did not. He was a model though and still likes to pose at the drop of a hat.
Caught in the act, sneaking chocolates! Oh and I painted that sweatshirt. Seriously, I did.
The left picture is at my sister’s house. Once those french doors opened it was like Black Friday! On the right our quiet Christmas. My step-daughter looks a bit shell shocked while the Rock Star methodically takes inventory to make sure he got everything on his list.
But my favorite holidays always end here….at the beach!
Like Father Like Son!
Happy Blogging! Much Love xxPP