I have a big sweet puppy dog as a foot warmer.
We just came in from a thirty minute walk on a gray, rain spittin’ day.
There is another hour before it’s time to pick up the children from school.
I may rest my eyes for just a bit…
Or write, while the puppy is still, and my house is too…
Quiet, except for the ticking if the clock and tapping of the keys.
I am thankful for warm toes and this great big baby canine, napping at my feet.
Month: January 2012
1. Q: The meaning behind your Tumblr name.
A: The easy answer is that it’s the same as my blog name at My Opera. At the time I chose it, in late March of last year, it felt sort of random, l started blogging on a whim. I chose it because Turquoise is my favorite color, along with peacock blue, teal and other shades of blue-green, and my thoughts and stories sometimes get all tangled up, like my hair after I towel dry it. I took some photographs of myself with tangled up towel dried hair, but I decided not to use them as an avatar, as it dawned on me there were more layers to the name, “Turquoise Tangles”, than I first realized.
brrrrrrrr
I can’t get warm
from the outside in
which isn’t like me
to feel shivery
and chilled
from every little draft
brrrrrrr
I’m not eatin’ ice cream
or drinkin’ an icee
I’m not wearin’ shorts
or goin’ barefoot
brrrrrrr
I’m just cold
even my nose
like that sweet pup
the one I’ve been
takin’ in and out all day
in gray drizzle
with gusty winds
brrrrrrr
wearin’ three layers on top
fleece sweatshirt included
fuzzy slippers too
I coffeed up this mornin’
may need to try hot tea next
or just call it a night
and get under the covers
soon
it was a Zebra Socks kind of day here
kind of wild at times, though not exotic
I was thankful for their warmth
in the melting snow drizzle
their whimsy made me grin
as I moved about the house
in my zebra stockinged feet
and remembered
the zebra skin
yes, from A Real Zebra
that hung on the wall
next to my bed
during my teen years
brought home from Africa
during my aunt’s Peace Corps years
all that, from a pair of socks
fashioned from black and white fibers
I’m sleepin’ in them too
it’s time for Zebra Dreams
goodnight
my sweet husband surprised me with flowers today
for no reason other than, “We haven’t had any flowers for awhile.”
our oldest son helped pick them out
making them even more special
they are in water now
dressing up the edge of the kitchen sink
which is empty of dirty dishes I’ll have you know
it’s been a nice day here
a good day
a family day
filled with a whole lot of normal
we needed that
this was a no chemo week
the calm before the storm
of nausea,
weakness,
fatigue,
and cold sensitivity
hardest on the flower buying man who endures it
not easy for the rest of us either
we hurt when he hurts
we want to make it better
we all just have to go through it though
to get to the other side
the side with no more cancer
for that is the hope
to get it all
for the cancer to never return
for him to be cured
that day will come
I am sure of it
until then we’re living and loving
one day at a time
and today is extra special
because he bought me flowers
and yes, I’m still smiling
i’m letting God
count these tears
that a r e
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i’m letting Him turn
them to pixie dustsso I can
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heaven resides.
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: when the words do not flow and the story just doesn’t grow sometimes…
when the words do not flow
and the story just doesn’t grow
sometimes you have to take a step back
to find the inspiration you lack
stop writing and smell the roses
all the beauty at the tips of our noses
take a good look around
at all the poetry to be found
the flowers and fields and the…
This seems to be the place I’m in right now. The soaking up real life and contemplating it later in rare quiet moments, like this one, when my whole house is sleeping, and I probably should be too. ~ Janean
your strength must be strong enough
to hold me up so i don’t fall
because even though i may resemble strong
i am weaker than i let on
what it boils down to is
i
need
you
I am not a size 2, blonde hair, eyes of blue, fair skin, always find jeans to fit in, Cosmo, Vogue, Glamour, Barbie beauty. No, I am curvy like quiet trips up winding paths to mountain getaways. And thick, yes, my thighs are thick and my breasts are full and I am soft. My brown skin whispers messages wrapped in chocolate to your psyche, I am soothing, sultry, sassy, sweet, supple. No, I am not that which society has deemed beautiful, I am more, I am me.
if it wasn’t for that puppy
if it wasn’t for that puppy
I wouldn’t have been outside tonight
to see the glint of the moonlit snow
and Orion’s Belt against a full black sky
if it wasn’t for that puppy
I wouldn’t know the quiet stillness
of a winter’s morning
occasionally broken by a crow’s caw
if it wasn’t for that puppy
I wouldn’t have met Jasper, Captain Morgan or Taz
the other dogs in the neighborhood
and their owners too
if it wasn’t for that puppy
I wouldn’t have laughed aloud
before the sun rose
as I watched him explore snow
if it wasn’t for that puppy
I wouldn’t have known
how easily I could tumble into love
with a big eared, brown eyed boy
(still talkin’ about the dog, of course)
Turquoise Tangles 