I saw the sun comin’ up this mornin’, a little past 7:30a.m., from the main floor of the hospital. I am rather partial to blue sky and sunshine. Welcoming them (always) as a good sign.
~ Janean
January 21, 2013
in this moment
feelin’ antsy
I’m antsy ‘cause of being gone for a week-ish starting tomorrow. Everyone else is tucked in, but I’m making a mug o’tea and staying up. Starting now, until its time to go, I’m going to try to do the 157 things I’ve been wanting to do for awhile, but haven’t quite gotten to…because now, all of a sudden, they gotta get done! *it’s hard to be going out of town for medical reasons, not a pleasure trip, and even more so, it’s hard leaving the children behind and being apart for any length of time too*
So, I better go and DO. I’m wound up and coiled tightly on the inside, ready to spring about. Boing! Of course, I also feel immensely weary, like I could curl up and sleep until sometime tomorrow afternoon. *sigh*
~ Janean
January 19, 2013
purrrfect
My house seems too quiet with that big Blue dog checked into the canine resort, just for a week and a few days… On the flip side though, while the dog is away, the cat will play. Miss Snuggles is purrrfectly pleased. Meow. =^.^=
January 19, 2013
not one bit lonely
I have the house to myself.
My husband is at work for a few hours more.
My boys are at the neighbors playing. My big Blue pup was dropped off earlier this morning, to be boarded for a week or so, at a friendly canine hotel.
This silence is sorta divine.
Oh. I love being home alone.
Well, just me and the cat. =^.^=
Why is it, with a million things to do, all I want to do is nap?!
~ Janean
January 19, 2013
My cowgirl boots are off my feet for a week, ‘cause they’re at the shop for heel repairs. I wore ‘em down, way past the sole, so they are gonna add a wedge and fix ‘em right up. I miss them on my feet already… They are my boots for Courage.
~ Janean
January 18, 2013
I had fun printing out poems and snippets of thoughts about my Blue dog last night. This morning I put them in a 3-ring binder for my Grandpa with a pic on the cover and the title, “The Blue Collection.” A belated gift for my poet, story telling, fiddlin’ Grandpa.
I’m taking the last last jar of Alien Goo to him too, a.k.a. Green Tomato Pickles. I found ‘em hiding in the back of the pantry. Here I thought I’d delivered that last jar in November, when I made a trip via southbound train, the day before his 97th birthday.
Turns out I have a thing for packin’ pickles on the train. For I’m ridin’ the rails again today, but not alone, for my magical sister is sittin’ alongside me. We are not talkin’ as much as I expected. Just sorta chillin’ and enjoyin’ sittin’ quietly, playin’ on our idevices.
It is a beautiful day. A blue sky one, without any clouds in it. Oh, so lovely.
January 16, 2013
abracadabra
Today I had a smiling, laughing, delicious lunch out with my sister and a mutual friend. Afterwards, my sister and I had an hour and forty five minutes to ourselves, so we went to mall. I now have a fabulous, new, longer, casual, walking the dog without freezing my hummingbird ass, winter coat in black AND a new gray scarf that sparkles because my sister insisted on it. ‘Cause even though she’s seven years younger than me, ya tend not to argue with her. The first coat we saw, the only one I tried on, fit like it was made for me. I’m still smiling and feeling mellow and THAT hasn’t happened in a long damn time. She’s magic.
January 15, 2013
4th grade blues
I’m wranglin’ a 9 1/2 year old grizzly this mornin’. He’s grrrr’ing, slammin’ and stompin’ but he knows his mama bear means business and is also movin’.
January 15, 2013
in this moment
smiling as I type this
from a hospital cafe
jazz is on the speakers
conversation murmurs
there is ice on the fountain
as seen out the window
on my right
but it’s still pumping water
life
in this moment
January 14, 2013
Loyola
Chicago, IL
funny story…
My best text of the day was a wrong number.
at 9:42am ? wrote:
Happy birthday gorgeous. Enjoy your day hope all’s well.
at 10:11am I replied:
Sweet message, but you sent it to a wrong number. Hope you resend to right person ASAP.
at 10:40am he (I’m assuming) wrote:
Ha my apologies.
I replied:
No problem 🙂
? wrote:
Btw who did I send this to?
I wrote back with my phone number, ‘cause if it were me, I’d want to know which digit I had wrong
? wrote:
New phone and carrier so flying blind. Sorry again whoever this may be 🙂
The small smile and quick laugh, that I shared with a friend, as I read the initial text aloud, added to the fun of it.
That sweet text though
I knew it wasn’t for me
Even if my birthday had been on January 13th
(And it’s not)
January 13, 2013
Turquoise Tangles 