Last Chance Texaco

 August remains, sunny and Hot!! Not sure of the date, but it is Sunday and I need to be in the yard.

But....here I type, turning my head after every letter, it is just stunning outside. This morning I felt a twinge in the air, which, if you know me, I panic. I hold onto summer, with each cell in my body, begging it not to go.( turning my head, to look out the window) ( cleared that up) (maybe)

Mom has had a couple of weeks, of what she calls, weakness. She can't describe pain, and unlike me, she does not embellish!! I ask does anything hurt, and she can't find the words. I pray as I type, she is eating her lunch and recovering from, The Weakness!!! A shower and hair rolling do her in, however she refuses to cut her hair. So we continue on, the push and the pull, of growing older together.

If we can find something to laugh about, or look about in wonder, I consider that a positive day. NOTE..Mom Mary noticed the leaves on the trees looking different this morning. I TOLD YOU, I felt a breeze blowing.

The reason I needed to share, ( don't need a reason) is, of course a book.

Last Chance Texaco, is for Harriett and Susan, to take a looky loo.

Its for deep feelings, rock music and not all would love. It is written by Rickie Lee Jones, and if you don't know her, that is OK. A chronicle of an American Troubadour, is not all of our, cup of tea or whiskey.

The book is dedicated to her family, or whatever the call themselves at this stage of her life!!!!

Fantastic, so it is about family??? Maybe??

I loved it, knowing it would be for a select few, so happy to be in that group.

Words from this jewel-

After all these decades, life remains stubbornly mysterious.

We Do Not Ever Recover From Music. ( FACT!!!!)

I know the smell of dime store counters ( Yes)

Perpetual state of fear ( I blame hiding under our desks, as children!!) ( I could smell bombs coming)

All that hand-wringing and chanting of unfortunate memories

I left my strength on the lunch tray, that day ( YES)

The heart is always that one summer night....( AMEN and AMEN)

Some of us are born to live lives on an exaggerated scale. Even as children we have a larger suitcase in which to carry all the things that will one day be on our backs!!!! ( HONEY, this is trunk worthy!! words)

We had a map of maybes ( that caused me, to hold my heart)

The greatest moments of life simply slide off our skin like fairy dust. They do not have weight. The hurts and sadness and tragedy embed our lives!!

every single moment, every accomplishment, deserves a hallelujah

Family will break your heart, period

I am here to listen to you mom. Imagining all that you were-humble, kind, innocent, vulnerable and tenacious. ( Maybe Ricky Lee was with her mom at the end of her life)

OK, I am back to my voice, outside of italics. Turning off my Kindle, phone and computer, to stroll outside for awhile. We had a big pine tree removed this week, and I asked the tree men, to leave me a tall stump. I need to sit by it for a spell, make a bird area, thank it for being with us for 31 years. It smells like Christmas in August, in my yard. To me, that is the best of both. Enjoy your day, sit outside, write or call an elderly person you know, ( I think that includes my young 69 year old self!!) (yikes)

Read a book, write a book, play with a toddler or dog!!

Get a vaccine, for yourself and others, we are the village.

Love

B