Which tastes better: black or green olives?
I used to love the green ones when I was a child. I remember taking the pimentos out and sticking them on my fingers and eating them one by one. Yeah, I was like that. But now I love to soak black olives in Italian dressing, yum.
What’s your favorite room in your home?
My favorite room in my home is my barn. Ok, technically it is not IN the house, but it is my favorite place to hang out. As you see, it has character and most of that handy work is mine (after I learned to make repairs with newly acquired drill). I am working toward a saw but not quite brave enough yet.
What fictional family would you be a member of?
They don’t call me Marsha, Marsha, Marsha for no apparent reason! So of course, The Brady Bunch!
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
There is nothing in the world like watching your child care for her baby. Being Gmom is something I appreciate more every day!
Smell of smoke(my neighbor is a pyromaniac), temp reaching about 95 degrees at 5:27 pm., the flies are no longer affected by my slightly used citronella candle, and it is too humid today for my usual afternoon, after work, chill out sitting on the porch watching the horses eat their supper. Dog days of summer? Chocolate melts and my leftover Reese cup that I plan on savoring with my ice cold Jack Nicolson Golden Bear lemonade is already somewhat mushy. On hot sweltering afternoons such as this, it is best to forget the porch sitting and just eat your chocolate inside!
Summer is almost over so I am loving my pretty plants now because soon they will wilting and ugly.
I am a very mature student returning to college after so many years it is almost laughable. Ok, I am an old student. But aren’t we all students of something always? I am alarmed when I communicate with other students who have no clue they will be so much more someday. So much more! They will stop and start and do it all again over and over, unless they are really blessed with some magnificent talent that grants them immunity from trying to figure out what they want to do for 30 years or so. Yes, there are those, few and far between. I wonder how they relax in the breaks between semesters. Considering I am old but not one of those above, I have a beer, actually several, sometimes daily, in between those classes that just stretch you out to the max and bring you back again. Funny how that may be at least one thing we have in common. Break! Parteee! Reality, I still have to work for a living and be somewhat responsible at all times or most. But I am most definitely in the old person college spirits! Ok, this is really a Lager, no lime required.
His mother died in my water bucket (for horses) last week (without my help). The squirrels and I constantly battle for my back porch. They are pesky and I could do without them. But when I saw that one in the bucket, well, I felt a little sympathy. Maybe not enough for this little brat to feel like he is taking over!
No rules Sunday. What shall I do today. Turn up the music, build a fire in the morning that heats up the already hot humid day, and rearrange some molecules. A nice wood induced sweat, one that cleanses the soul and opens the mind. Oh, and gets rid of all the limbs that have fallen in the yard over the past two months. It is still summer and I feel like something is making me think of Fall. By afternoon the heat is gone along with my fire and it feels chilly and my eye happens to catch a leaf falling from the tree. I have not moved my fake jack-o-lantern all summer. But it is August and I get it—on no rules Sunday.
If you don’t know, I can’t tell you.
Tribute to Mr. Garcia who left the planet way too soon on this day in 1995. Such a gentle man with a wonderful soul and heart. Certainly and still misunderstood by many. We are short people living in a tall people’s world. I love you Jerry.