People Who Need People, Many People!

  How the Olympics get organized astounds me. So many people involved, to make the cogs turn. I know how many people I need to function, surely the Olympics need more, right?

Just yesterday, I found it hard to understand why I could not view the festivities in real time. We live in the age of "now", so why wait until night?? No delayed gratification for me. I'm turning sixty! As Homer would say, " I don't even buy green bananas, you never know if you will be around to see them ripe!"
So you see, I knew there must be some computer something  to plug me into the Queens Quarters!
My precious, number four son, Hart Baron recognized my angst and said, "Mom just download the blah-blah app." ( I truly forget what he called it??) Stunned with a smile, I asked, " Can't you just do it for me?" Angel child spoke saying, " I'm trying to teach you to fish mom!"
Well that explains so much, here is the great divide.
"Sweet nine pound ham from my loins, you need to catch the fish, clean the fish, cook the fish and feed it to me, here is my i-pad!"

Queen Elizabeth meet your match, I have people. PLUS I don't have to wear those god-awful hats mum!!!

One Punch Bowl Over the Top!!

 If I'm blogging, it must mean I have found the kitchen table. You see??? the punch bowls have had me cornered. Yes there has been more stuff to shuffle,but the punch bowls fascinated me. How does one acquire four punch bowls, with glasses and sixty glass platters to lay out the spread?? Did we get these things from wedding showers, or people in coffins?? A mystery in the making, this July has me throwing away things, but not without a story to unscramble.

Redoing your kitchen will do this to a girl. All spaces had to be emptied, hence the BOWLS!!! We did drink punch in my lifetime, for every holiday and new baby. Weddings brought out the big ones on pedestals!!!and oh the ornate ladles to scoop and pour. The parties were many, and often, joy flowed from these crystal deep wells!!! BUT.....its time to let go.

Someone will find it at the Hope Store and shout, like a child on a swing, look what I found!!! A PUNCH BOWL. To use for a BIG salad?? a terrarium, or a large ass quantity of Mimosas for the ladies brunch.

The things we hold onto, for a day or sixty, help shape our personalities.

Funny bowls filled with stories, and Yes I did keep one!

There is a Way!

July continues to be my month of repairs, some say demolition?? Updates, watching too many home improvement shows, whatever you choose to call it, I call it "Up the Meds Time!" or " Is eight o'clock too early for vodka?" or " Mother of God this is a hot mess!" I know there is a light at the end of the paintbrush, but its just a flicker! I want to see the "flood-light" of something finished, I want serenity now!!!! Instead, I breathe and read. Yes, I can read in the jungle of house remodeling without missing a page!!

July I have had the privilege of reading; The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown, The Patron Saint of Dreams by Philip Gerard, To the Last Breath by Frances Slakey, Let's Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson (loved this) and just finished Wild by ??? Oprah?? her new book club book, it was awesome. No Oprah did not write the book, she just reviewed it.

Wild was a book about walking the Pacific Coast Trail, something that would never appeal to me, yet fascinated me immensely. It is more about a person and her grief, and how nature teaches us. That is more as to the "Why" I read this book. Here below are some of my highlighted jewels from this very good book.

Talking about her mother-Her love was full-throated and all-encompassing and unadorned. Every day she blew through her entire reserve. 

She loved us more than all the named things in the world.

When my life became unmoored by sorrow

I folded my life down

My mom was dead, everything I ever imagined about myself had disappeared into the crack of her last breath (same as I felt about my Ward)

"You're a seeker" (Love that!!)

" I never got to be in the driver's seat of my own life" ( can you imagine that??not me)

" A longing so naked and sorry." I could go on and on with my lines of special sentences, this book is highlighted to the sky and back. It touched me and surprised me. A book about walking, touched my heart.

Reading is my pleasure, at all times. My small quiet room. Even when the rooms are in disarray!!