Choose Your Words, and Your Song Lyrics

A couple of million things running through my mind this morning, and you the lucky recipient, get to read.
I have decided that my shower, ( You know I don't share) has the best acoustics known to man. My song choices today, were spot on, perfect pitch.  Moon River, was the best, but Brick House, Where the Boys Are, Jolene, Blue Velvet, and Oh Come All Ye Faithful hung a close second. It was a banter morning for singing and remembering song lyrics. Black Bird and Surfer Girl just didn't measure up, so I have some rehearsing to do. ( I pulled the piano music to these songs, as soon as, I went downstairs)
What you choose to sing, and easily pull from your catalog is so important, to start your day. Its not a planned experience, it just flows with the water. That is why, what goes in, will come out! Pay Attention!

I also, on this day in September, decided to speak more gently about Autumn and Winter.
Choose my words, change the conversation and my feeling towards the dread of cold weather. (baby Steps)
Positive adjectives and adverbs should be coming to you soon. There is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing, as my hubs reminds me of during the polar vortex.
I recently read that you should cultivate coziness, I like that. Candles, hearty soups, holidays, fires, storing up stories to make me laugh.

For some October brings comfort, kids back in school, leaves turning, football and more football. There are plus signs about, just like all of life, its a job to look for the good.

(right now I can see the squirrels hunting for nuts, out the window, as I type) ( may explain my many errors?) ( think I will throw them some pecans, to sweeten their pot)

Talked to my mom this morning, and she said, her Guidepost today, said something like, What are you going to do for God today? We agreed that instead of always asking for help and blessings for us, and our families, we would do something for God.

So today, I choose my words more carefully, set a more positive vibe going out on my blog ( this may not last long) ( that is why we pray all the time) ( Baby Jesus, this is hard)
I practice my singing, so when I sing in the shower, I will begin my day on a positive note! ( the cats enjoy my voice) ( and I enjoy the singing, and maybe it will make me sweet for a few hours!)

There is a cold front coming in tonight, the weather man, is in a panic. Tomorrows high will ONLY reach 88!!! I can do this!! Bring this fall weather on, ready or not, I am armed and ready, with nothing but love.
(Now if the temperature goes into the low 70's, watch out, my Negative Nancy is just waiting in the wings!!) ( see it is already trying to creep into this blog)
Namaste, Holy Water, and Bent Knees, I will keep working hard. (Damn, Sh*t, F-word) ( I feel a breeze!!)

Is It Here Yet?

     We are so hooked up with social media, that whatever they say, we believe.
     Someone wrote that on this very day, it is the first day of Fall.
     Not at my house.
     It is ninety degrees outside, the yardman is here and my heart is happy! Someone is off center, on this one.
    Leaves are green, blooms still hanging, and I think I felt a flea!! ( I think that could be that I watched Grey Gardens AGAIN and am now reading the book, AGAIN!) ( I am itching all over!!) ( those crazy Edie 1 and Edie 2) or ( Big E and Little E) ( I would have loved talking, visiting with them) ( but the fleas, I cant do!!)
    I think all bugs and snakes die in the winter, so I don't think we are there yet.
    Fall is a beautiful few months in the south. In Atlanta we can drive to the mountains, to see the changes in a few weeks.
    I love the smells of fall, especially the in season apples, and pumpkin smeared on anything that moves!!
  
    It is the melancholy, that tip toes in, that I have to beat back with my broom!!

   Today is delightful, but my throat feels funny. I am hyper sensitive to change, and for sure they say it is here!
   Who are these people, that know everything?
    They can be wrong, I think my senses are a better indicator of autumnal happenings.
    Autumn, any period of maturity or of beginning decline, now that is Webster speaking. Just the two words of maturity and decline, are not words of glee.
    Each year, my feelings remain, pretty constant about this subject.
    The dead horse shall not be beat today.
    You tell me it is here, OK.
    I welcome you Autumn, be brief and kind.
    I will sing your praises for today.
    Now let me go talk to the yard man, and thank him for taking care of my family. Mr. Hernandez will tell me, " NO fall today!Mrs. Baron!" and that is why I love him!!
   
     

20 Percent

     

     Update from Bone Doctor:
                           Mrs. Baron, can I call you Bonnie, (yes, you have put screws in my leg) your right hip is 80 percent gone. Bone on Bone, will not get any better. I may have lunged at him,( he is a close talker)
" Are you kidding that is great news, I have 20 percent left!!" The doc had a odd look on his face, while I was dancing a jig. The Bone man, said.." You need to use a cane, take new meds ( just stronger Advil like stuff) ( because I told him, I don't do pain pills) (Addictive personality, drugs and me, not a good combo) (plus I have an extremely high pain threshold) and we will talk surgery in the next year probably??"
        Me, "I have a collection of canes, from my daddy, I can find one, no problem." He is pulling his chair closer to me......asking me again to look at the x-ray..... Me, " Look at that left hip, it is perfect and my spine is arthritis free, yes I see the right hip. I have carried babies on that hip, a purse that weighs 30lbs, broken that leg once, right foot twice!! AND it still has 20% left on it!! Miracle!!" ( not to mention carrying around torpedoes on my chest since the age of 12!!) continued..." Who is to say, that it may remain like this, for the remainder of my earthly life? I have hit the lottery Doctor!"
     If it is possible, he moves his little rolly chair closer to me, " You are right, Bonnie, I will see you in three months, OK?"
     Me, " I look forward to it, as I hobbled out of the room."
     I drove home, and called all the family that needed to know, that I had beat the surgery bullet for a few months. They gasped at the 80% part bad, so I had to do my song and dance, positive attitude out in the universe speech.
    It is my privilege to be 64, half crazy and 20% left on one leg.
    We go to lunch soon, to celebrate my only girls 28 birthday, it is all just a blink.
     To be honest I think I was more tired when they were all babies, then I am now.
     These children wore my hip OUT!!! I can not believe I have one that is still good!!
     My glass is always full, I just refrain from telling you what is in it!!
     Lets just leave it at JOY Juice, and not the bottle kind.
     Fill it up, I have 20% left, I am going out singing.

     Happy Birthday Emma, from your mother of mostly Dragons!!!
     ( I was so excited to have a girl, little did I know!!) ( just kidding) ( not really, girls are mental!!)
     ( Love you to the moon and back) Love to your birth mother in India, for sharing you with us. Her love is the most powerful.
       Namaste Darling                X-ray is not mine, some stranger on the internet that has the same thing
                                                   as I do. I think my bones are cuter, just saying!

One Biscuit Away From Crazy

  

   Let me be clear, its not crazy,crazy! It just means, the day is starting off, with a side of wacky.

       Note: ( I love to sit down to write a blog, with no blog in my head. This could be fun)
    
       Early this morn, mom texted me, that daddy had a good night. In my world of worry about my parents, that is so awesome. So we exchanged that we were both going to get our bathes ( we like to share details) and to have a great day. ( with a gentle reminder to mom, not to over sedate anyone today)

      I lumber upstairs, ( bad hip) ( Doctor tomorrow) to take my shower, thinking all the while, of going to the hip doctor tomorrow. I felt the need to shave my legs, in case of him, looking that closely at my point of pain.  So I began to lather up and shave away, when I felt something wrong. Behind my left ankle, I felt extremely long hairs. I kept scrapping, thinking, I shave my legs all the time, wonder how this one spot got so long, and rough!!! I finally leaned over enough to see and doubled in laughter. I had placed two big band-aids on this area yesterday, for a small patch of dry skin. Smothered in neosporin and giant stretchy bandages, they were not coming off, even with a razor!!! I hobbled out of the shower, ripped the things off with half of my skin, and returned to my five minute shower, without blinking my eyes! I thought how lucky I was, to not have dug so hard with the razor to get those stray hairs off! We could have had a blood bath in there! And how happy I was on this morning to make myself laugh so hard. Seriously, the best things in life are not made up! Life is one big hot mess, poured into a cup of hotter mess, you have to laugh.
   I thought about my little dainty mom, getting in and out of the tub, ever so gently. Her routine, so different then mine. Her creams, and polishes, the rough towels that they like. Her movements, ever so slow, but she gets it done. She knows being clean and looking cute, make you feel better, period! I cannot wait to tell her this story of my bandages that I was trying to shave off!! She will say, " Oh, Bonnie, you didn't?" " You have to be careful, you are getting older." ( is that passive aggressive?) ( God Bless her!)
  So I am semi ready for my doctor visit tomorrow. I will be clean, polished and smooth, with hope that he tells me that there is something they can do for me besides a new hip. Yikes! I love my doctor, so I will listen with a smile and many questions? Mom would say, "Don't ask too many questions Bonnie, listen to your doctor." and " make sure you look nice."
   I will mom, I planned my outfit for xrays and conversation. ( now I am thinking should I groom other areas, you know the hip joint is part of the pubic area) Mom would say, " Don't talk about your private parts Bonnie Kay." OK MOM, I am just thinking out loud, no one can hear me. (smile)
    I will take one Biscuit and hold the crazy, for maybe, an hour or so... I gotta call mom!

I Am The Laundress ( sung to I Am The Walrus!)

    

    Our dear Mother Goose wrote;
                                        They That Wash On Monday
                               They that wash on Monday have all the week to dry;
                               They that wash on Tuesday are not so much awry;
                               They that wash on Wednesday are not so much to blame;
                               They that wash on Thursday wash for shame;
                               They that wash on Friday wash in need;
                               And they that wash on Saturday, Oh! they are sluts indeed.

       I wonder why a semicolon was used after each verse? AND I wonder why the laundress is a slut on Saturday!! I love every ounce of this poem, I would have left off the semicolon, it became silly to keep typing it. Grammar can annoy the writer in me. The word Grammar just means something written, recorded. Years later it had so many rules.
      Back to my laundry.
      I have a washing machine and dryer, yes I consider myself lucky.
      I just do not wish to be remembered as being a laundress.
      Laundry is constant, and it sucks up my creative juices.
  Jamie R. Hess wrote this little jewel, along with the guidance of our Dr. Seuss
                               One load, two load
                               Dark load, white load
                               This one has a little wear, this one needs some extra care
                               My all this laundry seems unfair!
                               Lots of towels, beddding too
                               Dirty shirts, more than a few
                               Heaps in a pile, it'll take awhile
                               My, all this laundry cramps my style!

                           
It seems she wrote this silly poem when she too, was overwhelmed with the mountain of laundry.
No matter where you live, laundry never ends. No matter if you are one person or a family of five, short, tall, poor, rich, there is laundry.

I have always done two to four loads a day for my entire married life.
I like to stay on top of the mountain. I prefer little hills, small loads, don't put me under the speeding train.
I like clean clothes, and I liked my family to look clean, even for a minute. I like getting out stains, and smelling clean clothes. I do not need to hang them on the line to achieve this, I don't miss that process.
I AM The Laundress!! and probably the egg-man too!!

I sit here on an ice pack to numb my hip that needs replacing, listening to the hum of the dryer with a smile on my face. You have to smile, and find the tiny sliver of silver shinning somewhere.

I had six to seven inches of my hair cut all Tuesday, to give to locks of love. I wish there were not so many people who needed wigs from cancer drugs. But know this, Bon-Bon hair will be cute and come with a crown, so wear it proudly. Love comes with each strand.

I am the laundress, with short hair, a bum hip and love flowing to you 
                                  

Smells Like Booze and Sorrow

        I think I would be better off not looking at a calendar. I can smell booze and sorrow, creeping in on the wings of a hurricane.
        People of Florida take our weather very seriously, we have parties. Big giant booze parties, ending in a boo-hoo fest. " Oh I am so glad the hurrrrIcaneeee did not get us.", " I love you too." " Is the eye here yet?" " Is Ross Hill coming from Blountstown?" " Do not use grandmothers china for candle holders!"
       See there is a story with every storm.
       Sterno and flashlights, and a bathtub filled with ice and booze.
  We would go down with the storm, a happy lot. The stories of being young and foolish.
      Now I watch the weather like a hawk over her young. " Five inches of rain, Jesus, do we have enough water?" " Charge up everything, maybe I need to download about six new books?" " Let me call mama, and make sure they are OK?" " Check with Boston Barons, is it going up there?"( Hurricane It!)
(" How many times do you have to look outside the window, while you are typing Bonnie!)
    Hermine( the hurricane) is skirting a few states, with mostly rain, but in Florida we hunker down. In Atlanta if there is a slight breeze in the air, school is canceled. God forbid we put a child on a school bus with the wind blowing! I do hope all people are safe and no flooding comes your way. I also want trees to stay put, roots to the ground, for a few more 100 years. September day one, and a storm is brewing. Damn calendar!!
        I forgot in August to run down a few of my reads, so let me quickly jot you a few.
                       1. Iris and Lily, loving it. A few pages left to go, it has been a delight.
                       2. Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead 
                       3. I've Got Sand In All The Wrong Places by Lisa Scottoline
                       4.White Trash-The 400-year Untold History of Class in America by Nancy Isenberg
                       5. A Traveler's Guide To Belonging
( if you do not see the authors name, it is because I cannot read it on my Kindle, so it is their fault for using such a tiny font!)
( 2-5) are to be read in September, everything I read is good, so these are my recommendations, even unread!!)
            Now just a note about Iris and Lily.
                     My highlighted jewels.
                            She felt pity for that girl, still hiding inside the withering body of an aging woman who could finally buy her own fancy panties, but had no one around... 

                           She swallowed her objection with her sassy voice that smacked of burnt sugar

                          It seemed curious to Iris that she never remembered anything good about winter. Summer thoughts were another story altogether.

                         convenience was so expensive

                         macerated in regret, swallowed down one bite at a time

    This book is .......slow and you can taste it......bitter and sweet, life continues to be stormy and peaceful, with the turn of a page. 
      Much like this September, I am sure of it.