Last night I slept not long, under the grin of a crooked crescent moon.
On an early morning walk with the dog, the stars were still a twinklin’.
But try as I might, I couldn’t find that slim, silver crescent in the dark of early morn.
November 17, 2012
Hope the storm fronts, steer clear of you. Hope the wind still whispers sometimes and makes you smile. May rain be a soothing balm, bringing nourishment and life after summer’s drought. Wishin’ sunny skies, balmy breezes and smooth sailin’ for you. Always. ~ Me
the sun is shining
I’ve found my smile
hopefully the tears have stopped
for awhile
November 8, 2012
pink clouds in the sunrise
it’s going to be a good day
they always make me smile
that’s how I know
‘cause here I stand
under morning’s glow
smiling up at the sky
and sighing happy sighs
because of the pink cloud sunrise
and perhaps a few things more
smiling serenely to myself
and sighing happy sighs galore
November 5, 2012
The oven timer beeped, “done” at 8:30a.m.
I asked my youngest son, as he was quietly sitting nearby, to tell his big brother, “The cinnamon rolls are ready, it’s time for him to save his game, power down and come upstairs to eat.”
Next thing I knew the basement door was flung open, and that littlest boy used a great big voice to shout, “Get your butt up here! Breakfast is ready!”
I gotta admit, his big brother listened and I laughed aloud in reply.
I was still chuckling and smiling as I handed ‘em each a plateful of iced, cinnamon goodness, baked from a refrigerated Pillsbury tube.
Good morning.
May your day be A Good One.
I’m smiling here, still charmed by my youngest son’s cut to the chase translation.
~ Janean
November 4, 2012
if I blogged anonymous
you might meet the real me
I’d be a little more open
a little more carefree
if I blogged anonymous
your eyebrows might go up
there’d be more secrets told
and less talk about my pup
if I blogged anonymous
it might work for awhile
till someone got suspicious
and figured it out with a smile
if I blogged anonymous
there might be a lot more tears
mine and many others
as I reveal my fears
if I blogged anonymous
it might help me let things go
instead I write ‘em in a journal
or email close friends who know
November 2, 2012
We were canoodling when the phone rang, cutting off the music we were dancin’ to.
It was my mother saying, “I’m on my way.”
He said, “I don’t want to see your tears.”
I replied, “Then don’t look.”
There’s no time to kiss them away.
Gotta get my composure, blow my nose and grab my sunglasses to walk the dog.
Our sweet pup, Blue.
Met mom on the sidewalk.
Chit chatted and smiled sorta bright.
Held his hand when I came back in.
Assured him it was the tenderness that did me in.
I’m a girl.
It’s how I’m packaged.
Sometimes they are happy tears.
November 1, 2012
I began writing this post on our last day of vacation in Orlando, Florida. The day we headed home. In the midst of packing suitcases, carry ons and getting everyone and everything ready to GO, I tried to post this photo and story about my youngest son, but of course when you’re time crunched is when you’re most likely to have technical difficulties. So, I quickly saved as “draft” and decided to wait and post when I could finish a thought again. It’s now Monday morning. My husband is working, my children are at school, the happy-to-be-home-again-dog is sound asleep at my feet and the glad-we’re-home-but-mad-the-dog-is-back-too-cat is plotting from the floor above. Ah, q-u-i-e-t. Just what I needed most.
On October 26, 2012, my youngest son (age 9) woke up happy and said, “Yeah! It’s Friday! We’re not going to the parks today!” Sweet boy who is happy to be going HOME. It’s his safe spot. I packed a patterned blanket, in shades of golden brown, on his request. It’s a comfort to him. He likes the cozy, softness it offers at night – it feels like something in between fleece and velour. It was worth the luggage space I gave up to bring it along for him. He needed that extra bit of home with him this wonderful week away. A week spent under palm fronds blowing in gentle breezes and a clear blue sky above. The gray clouds and rainy moments never lasted long or dampened the fun of the trip.
We made our own fun, he and I. He was my apple this week. The crowds were a bit too much. Rides not really his thing. Especially fast, dark and loud ones. Up and at ‘em rushing to eat breakfast and catch buses didn’t feel like vacation to him. Extra desserts agreed with him just fine though! So we swam in the hotel pool nearly every day, played video games at the hotel arcade, split brownie desserts down the middle, tucked in early and watched TV or read books in the quiet of the room while his big brother and dad rode the wild rides and stayed up late, adding to the crowds. Most of my vacation pictures are of him (palm trees come in second), caught my oldest son, husband and in laws a few times too. The memories will last. The smiles too. It was a lovely vacation. ~ Janean
October 29, 2012
white puffy clouds
bright blue sky
palm trees too
a day made for dreamin’
though the sun
played peekaboo
sighing sighs
the happy kind
serene smiles too
unwindin’
from the inside out
vacation days
go by too soon
real world thoughts
try to intrude
not yet
go away
it’ll keep
awhile longer
today is for palm trees
even though
the soon to be bare
maples and oaks
wait for me
at home
October 22, 2012
After the pouring rain and cloud cover of yesterday, I didn’t expect to see stars twinkling at me from up above on my early morning walk with Blue. My husband recently dubbed my wake up time, “O’Dark Thirty” which made me laugh aloud. Tis true. ~ Janean
October 18, 2012
Turquoise Tangles 