Its Friday....

The idea of writing my blog is not one I look forward to...yet it provides me the opportunity to un-wind, release some frustration and escape into my books and thoughts as no other medium can provide...




Once the intellect and powers of reason fail, cognition overtake us in a most devastating way it seems not possible to recognize those who at one very crucial time of our lives provided shelter food and the protection we all desire for basic survival needs.



It is my intention to enjoy every minute detail of our lives ahead...savoring every morsel of sanity for that which we cannot control will soon overtakes us in a unrecognizable manner...the smells of coffee early in the morning; eggs prepared so basically seems to acquire new meaning when seen from the eyes of someone who's powers of reason are less than optimum....



What is there to wait and hope for? but the joy of today's events...and sometimes even such are rarely continued in a logical order...

eggs ready to be enjoyed....

or maybe some grilled onions just harvested this morning from the garden...the red kind, of course...mixed with some mushrooms and perhaps garlic from the garden also....

And one more item...the sounds of rain!! especially in this part of Texas during the month of mid-July...wow! a rare combination when served @ the Veranda by the garden where the daisies bordered each of the flower beds.....I'm in heaven!!

I do hope everyone has a beautiful and pleasant wekend..Ricky, cheers my buddy! hugs to Laura...

I shall be waiting...and to Julia, I am waiting for you to start your blog my dear one!!

Yoli

 

"Wanna go home"

For Ricky & Laura

Thinking about you guys...we all are, you'll came in like a ray of sunshine.....lifted our spirts so high and now you're going home..

We'll be waiting...



We'll have the biggest BBQ when you come home....

Y

What a week!!

What a week THIS WILL BE!! it is just Monday and already feels as if today was Wed or Thursday...taking care of Mom and Dad certainly is a handful; between Dr. appts picking up prescriptions for both doing their grocery, shopping, laundry and just daily chores this morning feels as though a vacation is needed...It makes me wonder how did Mom ever managed with five children a demanding husband, keeping up with the house and ...did she ever had anytime to herself?

I need to get back to my garden for I fear the weeds and grass may take over the few vegetables and all our work be for nothing...Does anybody else feels the same? maybe is just me and need to manage time wisely....Oh well!

Tomorrow will be better..I hope

LISTEN



Starfish

by Eleanor Lerman



This is what life does. It lets you walk up to

the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a

stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have

your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman

down beside you at the counter who says, Last night

the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,

is this a message, finally, or just another day?



Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the

pond, where whole generations of biological

processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds

speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,

they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old

enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?

There is movement beneath the water, but it

may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.



And then life suggests that you remember the

years you ran around, the years you developed

a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,

owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are

genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have

become. And then life lets you go home to think

about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.



Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one

who never had any conditions, the one who waited

you out. This is life's way of letting you know that

you are lucky. (It won't give you smart or brave,

so you'll have to settle for lucky.) Because you

stopped when you should have started again.



So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your

late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And

then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,

while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,

with smiles on their starry faces as they head

out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.



"Starfish" by Eleanor Lerman, from Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds. © Sarabande Books, 2005. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)



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From the sunroom area...

Today is a good day...

For Ricky and Laura is the following selection; one I'm sure both will find pleasing since they're going home and surely wish them the best and a happy return very soon...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tG8o0y-W5Ko&feature=related


On to another event was the tea for all us prior to their leaving...one we all enjoyed held at our house and we certainly had a great time...

Wishing both the best and a happy return soon...

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