IN LIFE AS IN THE DANCE : GRACE GLIDES

ON BLISTERED FEET.
---Alice Abrams

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A Posy for Your Thoughts

These are in my daughter, Corinne's yard...



My parrot, Spanky (Nanday Conure)
He hates the camera! 

I typed a post the other day, re-read it and dumped it.  No particular reason, I just thought it sounded "lame."  Then I got to thinking, I'm not getting graded on what I post.  Although there's always the chance you won't want to come back and read any more posts!  I think since I started out blogging to work out some issues, I still have the feeling that I need to be writing essays or about some super epiphany that unlocked the key to my existence.  Okay, I think we all know that's not gonna happen, so here goes nothing.

I used to be a very good speller.  Nowadays I find myself typing along like mad only to find words underlined in red and I have absolutely no idea why!  I'll retype and it's still wrong.  Sometimes I'll figure it out or just give up and use another word. Or I'll forget words and can't remember the word I'm looking for.  My cousin assures me it happens to her, too, so either we're both losing our minds or it's just more of this crappy aging process!!!

I was out working in the yard the other day and had a "heat thing."  I made it into the house, aimed for the chair, missed, wound up on the floor and the next thing I remember is Wally sitting with me on the floor with cold rags on my face and neck.  I should know better.  I wasn't outside very long but I haven't been doing the amount of yard work I'm used to doing.  I had heat prostration years ago while doing yard work, and I've got to be careful.  I tend to go full bore and get spent quickly.  Anyway, I'm fine.

The dogs are finally starting to play!  We got Sophie for Homer since Katie died, and he was used to having a play pal.  Sophie was so sick and undernourished when we brought her home she didn't feel like doing much other than sleeping, eating and getting loved.  Within the past couple of weeks, they've been chasing each other through the house, but tonight they really put on a show!  Sophie was spinning in circles and leaping in the air.  Quite entertaining!

Loving Big Brother as usual but especially liking Rizzoli and Isles!  I've read most of the books by (okay brain, kick in!) can't remember author's name but I'm sure you know who I mean!  The TV show with Angie Harmon is actually very good...

Leah posted on FB that Robby's headstone had been placed.  I was surprised it was so soon.  The guy from the mortuary actually took a couple of photos and sent them to Bob and Leah!  I thought that was exceptionally nice. I'm going to take some flowers over for them.  It just still doesn't seem real.....

Well, do I get graded for this mess?  Hope not!

8 comments:

Traveling Bells said...

I had to laugh at your "lame" post worry. I know I also feel that way at times...but who cares? A post is always about where you are at the moment, and it's all OK. Flower photos are always good to my eyes. And whatever you post, it gives me a glimpse into your heart, and I like that. We are all getting to that forgetful stage. Sigh.

Big hugs from hawt jawjah, honey...

"Lois Grebowski" said...

Pretty flowers. That is fast for a headstone.

please, please take care of yourself! We need our Gracie around....

Empress Bee (of the high sea) said...

i love you honey...

hugs, bee
xoxoxooxox

Lisa said...

Well, Dear Gracie... I give your post an A+. Why? Because it was not forced or contrived. It was real. I started blogging because it was more convenient than finding time to sit and actually write pen to paper in my journal. I like the blogs that are most like that style.

The flowers are beautiful, the parrot is colorful! Glad the pups are getting along and I am glad you are well. That heat stroke stuff is VERY SCARY!

Take care and enjoy the rest of your day.

Sandee said...

No grade here. You can post anything you want. That's what blogging is all about.

I can't remember things either and I used to write so very well. Spelling was an asset too. Now not so much so we're in the same boat.

As for Robby? I can so understand. Hugs honey. :)

Levon said...

Hi Miss Gracie!

Thank you for your post and for the photos. The flowers are spectacular, and your bird Spanky appears to be quite the character. I am sorry to hear about your bout with heat stroke; that can we quite alarming. I am glad that your husband was there to help you. Hopefully, you will not have any more spells like that - I can imagine it scared the both of you.

Life is going ok for me. I do not know if and when I will resume a blog. I did not do anything as creative and nice as your blog, so I can't say it was too difficult or time-consuming for me to maintain. I stopped because I was getting some "odd" spam and comments. My mom also went into crisis (her cancer came back), so there was a good deal for me to do to help her and my dad. One of the many blessings and brighter moments of the past year is that my nephew Micah made it safely home from Iraq. My mom said that her work was not done until "all her babies" were home. I am thankful that Micah and her were able to spend time together (Micah is the first grandchild).

I continue to pray for you, your husband, your daughter and her family, as well as Robbie. I recall awhile ago that I shared some quotes with you from "The Little Prince." I hope you do not mind if I share these words again as my prayer for all of you and Robbie. Here goes ...

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night . . . You--only you--will have stars that can laugh!"

"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you . . ."

Miss Gracie - thank you for your gift and love of words. Spelling is only appearance - the sincerity, depth, and substance of your words/actions are golden.

If you would like to contact me by email, I would be honored to hear from you. My email is xbonamix@yahoo.com.

Wishing you much peace, love, hope, and joy.

Levon

Levon said...

Dear Miss Gracie:

I was able to visit your blog again and saw your wonderful pictures – the flowers are splendid, and your parrot seems to be quite the character. I would like to thank you for your message to me. That was very thoughtful of you. I do not know if and when I will resume my blog. It was not as creative and wonderfully varied as yours, so I cannot say it was too time-consuming or difficult to maintain. I received odd spam and messages from some people that I did not want to endure. I also fell off the communication trail with work at the bakery increasing and my mom becoming sick again (her cancer returned).

I would like to keep in touch with you. If you would like to email me, I would be honored and pleased to hear from you. My email address is xbonamix@yahoo.com. I leave it up to you. Otherwise, I will continue to drop by your blog.

I am sorry to hear about your heat stroke episode. It can sneak up on you like a freight train (I know this simile is somewhat of an oxymoron, but my dad can have a similar experience when he loses track of time and heat when gardening.) I am glad your husband was there to be with you and help you. I can imagine that it scared the both of you

Regarding spelling. I relate to your aggravation about spelling errors. My mom was a taskmaster when it came to spelling and grammar; so when I make a spelling error, I can hear her loving, yet firm, voice to correct the mistakes. Oops, I digressed. Anyway, in my opinion, spelling is appearance. It matters to a certain extent, but it is not the core substance. Your love for and gift of the spoken and written word shine through your writing. Not everyone can touch others with such a talent.

I continue to pray for you and your family as well as for Robbie. I recall a while ago that I shared with you some words from the book The Little Prince. The photographs and stories of Robbie that you have shared on your blog remind me of the Little Prince’s playfulness and love. So, if you do not mind, I would like to offer these words now as a prayer for all of you.

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night . . . You--only you--will have stars that can laugh!"
"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure . . . And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you . . ."

I wish you and your loved ones much peace, hope, joy, and love.

Levon

Linda said...

I'm with Lisa, I'm giving you an A+ for keeping it real and for keeping it you! I really don't need an semi-super epiphanies from anyone else - nor even from myself which is good because I'm not having any!

Yes, do take care out there in that heat woman! The last thing we need to hear is that you put yourself in the hospital and are now hooked up to IV fluids because you dehydrated yourself and passed out. It happens a lot easier than people think it does, too.

As for the spelling ... egad, do I ever know what you're talking about! I hate the fact that I am going along writing something in what I think is a just fine manner and then go back and see that I put a word in there that I wasn't even thinking about using! It just sort of pops in all on its own or words that I know how to spell and have used time and time again look like something out of a foreign dictionary. A lot of my friends my age tell me that they have the same problem but still, it's very disconcerting! Getting old is definitely not for the weak!