Just Dreamin'

I have a dream in my cedar chest of one day living on the beach. Everyday I will search for sea glass and I will find the rarest of colors.

I will wish with every piece I find that it could talk and tell me what part of a whole it was and how it got in the water. "Were you an ale bottle thrown into the sea by a drunken sailor or a dish from a shipwrecked vessel?" Maybe if I rub my fingers over the smooth edges tumbled by the water and the sand I can get a feel for what it was and how it ended up on the beach.

As I collect the pieces of sea glass one by one, I'll store them in jars and sit them on the window seal where they'll catch the sun's light. And one day when I'm old and gray I will make beautiful jewelry out of them for my grandchildren.

Don't you just hate it when.......

what you've been searching for was right there under your nose the whole time?

This is all I Want with My mother

She pretends we have it, I know we don't and it hurts.

It's Friday!

Friday doesn't mean much for me exactly as I have to work the whole weekend, but Friday means that Saturday comes next and then Sunday. Sunday means Monday is the next day and then it is at last Tuesday, April 3rd. And I can't wait and if you don't know why, you probably don't read this blog.

At the end of one day it's nice to know
you get a brand new start tomorrow,
if it is to be and if you're lucky.

"Just the Facts, 'Mam

1. The pollen count in Ga. is higher than it's been in years today.

2. Because of fact #1, I look like a chipmunk.

3. Everything outside has a fine yellow coating (this includes people).

4. Most of us here are miserable in various forms of allergies.

5. I am happy to report that the birds and bees and the flowers and the trees are having a wonderful time!

Solie, my hair stylist: (in a thick Filipino accent)Oh, I forget to try new cut on you, no never mind anyway, you no like it I bet.
Me: Well, I might, what new style?
Solie: No,never mind.
Me: Well, maybe I would have, next cut maybe huh?
Solie: Ok, but you no like I bet.
Me: Well, maybe I NEED a new style. I'm about to have a big birthday, time maybe for something new.
Solie: Oh? What big birthday?
Me: 50!
Solie: Ummm, 50 nothing, I'm already 100! (In reality she is probably in her 50's.) No worry, we still young chicks! Next time new style but you probably no like it.

Six

When I was a little girl of six I loved Popeye the Sailor Man, paper dolls, & banana splits. I loved horses and grasshoppers and dandelion blooms. My teacher's name was Mrs. Chunn and my best friend's name was Joy. I had a solid white kitten named Snowball and a dog named Little Bit. I didn't know much about the outside world but I did know one fall afternoon that a very important man named JFK got shot and the whole world was sad. I knew he had a little girl about my age and I shed tears for her because she'd lost her Daddy. That's what I know about me at six.
What are your six year old passions Haleigh and what do you know of the outside world? I can't wait to find out. Six more days to go.

The Mermaid

Tonight, upon the river,
A black barge came, slow-drifting
Where golden lights, with ruby rays,
Were in the water shifting.
The dock was black and silent,
All on our boat were sleeping
When o'er the side, down in the tide,
I saw a mermaid peeping.

At least, a side of silver,
Shone beneath the moon,
And something splashed the water,
Bright as a silver spoon.
Perhaps 'twas but my fancy,
Perhaps 'twas but my wish,
And gliding form and silvery fin,
Were but a passing fish.

But, as the years drift onward,
This tho't I'll be a'keeping,
"I saw a mermaid swimming by,
When all the world was sleeping!"
__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos

As Time Goes On

Time is a funny thing. Sometimes it feels as if it passes so slowly but one day you look up at the calendar and you are 49 years old! I've gotten used to being 49 but that next number, well I'm still trying to prepare to embrace it. After all, it's just a number.
Most days I get up and I'm fearless! Most days I can really believe 50 is the new 40, whatever good that is, but then there are days when I start thinking about my age and I can not believe I'm about to turn 50! I also can't believe my mother will be 70 or that I have a son that will be 30. And on those days I can't help it! I feel Old!
I know there is much left in my future but I also know there are things gone that I will never experience again. I know I shouldn't dwell on that but I do sometimes. There are things I wanted in life that I probably won't get. I wanted love from someone special forever. I wanted to have a daughter. I wanted to own a tiny peace of land that I could call my own & other things that are too private to mention here.
Of course I know in my heart that in life unexpected things happen and you just never know and that is what makes me keep going day after day, just to see what happens. It's like reading a really good novel and in a single page things can change JUST like that!
Today is just one of those days for me. A bit of regret, a few tears, but soon enough I'll turn the next page and everything will look different. Just Like That!
Because that is the way life is.
As I look back on the last decade of my life, the experiences were wonderful. I've learned so much that I couldn't have known in my 30's and it will be the same for the next decade I'm sure. But for today, just for today, I am going to be sad for lost time. And then tommorrow I will look forward to times to come.

And So It Begins........

The count down that is! One week from tomorrow I will leave here to get on a Jet Plane. Waiting at the other end of this journey will be people I miss most in the whole world. And for seven full days I will get to be with them. And I can't wait!

Dreamin' on a Sunday Afternoon

One of the dreams I've tucked away in this cedar chest is my little cabin in the woods. I'm dreaming of it today. It will be tucked away so far in the woods that if you didn't know it was there, you'd never find it. It will have a room set up with a long table for all my beading stuff. In that room will be a big window with a view of the woods where I can watch the wildlife while I bead. The deer and rabbits and birds and raccoons will all stay near because they know they have nothing to fear from me. And it will have a wonderful front porch with rocking chairs, maybe a swing and a table where I can have my meals out there when the weather is good. It's a good dream and it's where I am today if anyone is looking for me.

I Hate Do Overs!

Ok, I should say "strongly dislike", that's what I used to insist my kids say when they used the word "hate". This particular do over concerns a beaded necklace, and not even one of which I made. My dear Mother volunteered me to restring a necklace for a lady she knows. According to her it was a treasured gift from somebody and it broke. Ok, when she first mentioned it I didn't think too much about it and then she presented it to me yesterday. Still together enough I could somewhat tell the design, it is a double strung deal! UGH! How I h...strongly dislike those ditties!
But, never being one to turn down a challenge, I woke up this morning with it on my mind. There are missing beads so the design had to be changed a little. But then I realized it would probably be too short without those beads. Lucky for her I had a few similar ones in my own stock. I was going to take a pic but my camera batteries are dead. It turned out well I think. One thing about this Do Over, I'll get paid for doing it, and money in IS always a good thing.

Early Morning Walk

Having coffee this morning, up early on my day off to go walking. Saturday is our long walk, not such a power walk as just a distance walk. The sun hasn't come up yet, though it is not too far from happening. I stayed up way too late reading Mary Higgins Clark. I don't usually read her but "Two Little Girls in Blue" sounded good and it is.
My walk will be filled with the sights and sounds of a new Spring and of my mother's voice telling of her doings, past and present and I just walk taking it all in and glad to be alive. My thoughts on what I need to do today and my up coming trip to see my kids.
My eldest on my mind heavy this morning and I hope all is well with him. Happy Saturday to you all, have a good weekend!

Three Wishes

Haleigh's 3 Wishes

1. I wish my Dad would like cats.

2. I wish my mom would never die.

3. I wish I were a cheerleader.

(Her Mom just emailed me saying this was a paper she brought home from school.)

I have a friend who loves Enya. His favorite is a song by the name of Flora's Secret but this is my favorite one.

Only Time

Who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
- only time
And who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
- only time

Who can say
why your heart sighs
as your love flies
- only time
And who can say
why your heart cries
when your love lies
- only time

Who can say
when the roads meet
that love might be
in your heart
And who can say
when the day sleeps
if the night keeps
all your heart

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
- only time
And who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
- only time

Who knows - only time
Who knows - only time

Lyrics: Roma Ryan

Happy Girl

Today was a good day all the way around. Someone brought me lunch, we had a wonderful sales day, nice customers, associates in a good mood, what more could I ask for? Oh yeah, it was payday to boot. And.......when I checked the mail I had a really special card from a really special person. SO...there you have it! Oh! I almost forgot, I'm off the weekend! Life is Good!

Special Sighting

My best friend Steph spotted a beautiful Luna Moth tonight (not this one). So in her honor I wrote her a Haiku.


In its haste to live;
Luna chose one special person
To reveal itself to.

A Poor Me Post

You ever have one of those days when you feel like you are apparently wearing that sign on your back that says "KICK ME!"? I wore that sign all day yesterday. Everyone I remotely tried to communicate with in anyway seemed to be wearing steel toed boots and they all had perfect aim! The good thing is that we never have to have a repeat performance of the day before (except for poor Bill Murray in Groundhog Day) and so there is hope today! Plus I'm peeking over my shoulder in the mirror before I leave for work to make sure that stupid sign is not there~!

Avon Calling

My best friend is selling Avon. I guess I've not looked at an Avon book in forever and boy! All I can say is this is not your mother's Avon catalog. They sell lots of stuff now.
Thinking of Avon brought back childhood memories that make me smile. Much to my mother's dismay, who is quite prissy, I was never a girly little girl. I loved to climb trees and play The Lone Ranger on my bike with the boys in the neighborhood but even I couldn't resist the Avon Lady. That was back in the day when she visited door to door. Our Avon Lady wore outfits of pastel colors, dressy outfits as if she were headed to church. She had high heel shoes to perfectly match everyone of those outfits. In the winter time they were suits, skirts and jackets. In Spring they were frilly dresses with lace and eyelet and all that girly stuff. And she smelled like blooming flowers. Her hair was blond but styled like that of "That Girl" which was a popular TV show at that time, and her name was Miss Gladys. She called me "suga" (a very southern way of saying sugar which kids were called sometimes) and she'd see me outside and say, "Suga, run tell Mama I'm here with her order." My mother would tell me to invite her in and she'd fix them both a glass of ice tea while Miss Gladys brought in her case and sat at the couch. She carefully opened that case and laid out some new products on the coffee table to show my mother and then she'd open this little case of sample lipsticks and let me pick out one. I loved the names of them and as the boys yelled outside wanting me to come back to play; for a little moment I got lost in the land of "Strawberry Creams, Pink Bouquets" & Perfect Plums." And I sat in Awe of Miss Gladys. I'd soon get bored with the grown-up talk and gossiping(which a big part of the Avon Ladie's visit) and I'd run to my room to hide the little lipstick sample in a special box and I'd head out to the beckoning of the other kids, but not before Miss Gladys said, "Bye Suga, you be sweet now." A little while later she'd leave and go to the next door.
Who knew a little Avon Book could cause all of that to surface from my soul. I wonder what else I've got buried in there.