Moving...

I'm moving on...

I'd been thinking about it for a while and after Blogger unceremoniously 

deleted the Dishwasher's blog, I decided it was time

to pack my trash and go.

Please come visit my new digs

here.

Beware the Wild Animals

they roam amongst us....

A sad and scary story in the NYTimes today.

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."



Steve Jobs

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I'm leaving my mom's house today. my throat feels like it's in a vise.
I didn't do well. I didn't do all that I could have. I did poorly.

there goes the one my mom calls Charles atlas. he rides his mobility scooter shirtless
to walk his little dog several times a day.

there goes the monk, clearing his throat before starting his morning chants.

things get passed me even though I think I am so vigilant. I'm watching but not always paying attention.
or my attention is weak. it's the middle of the night in Ca. that's my excuse for this stupid rambling.

I'm going to see my madrina this morning before I leave, she's a loving caretaker of my soul but she says harsh things.
there may be tears.
there will be so many tears.

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this is where we ate this evening after watching Contagion. a movie made especially for the monk, the king of disaster scenarios.

Romans Restaurant and Bakery. I don't recommend it for it's food but the ambiance was superb. we were the only people in there other than the waitress and the cook.

three signs I saw today...

a proud peacock is tomorrow's feather duster.

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miss universe pageant wasn't fair, only earth competed.

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thank god for our father's our soldiers and our veterans.

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there was another one attributed to JFK I think.

something like...

forgive your enemies but remember their names.

now,
novellas but there's so much drama going on with my own familia that
these stories seem boring by comparison.

there have been storms.
beautiful and fierce.
y'all know how to have storms here.

thanks for all the well wishes.
ms moon and ms bones, we walk the same land and breathe the same
thick and soupy air.
I am reading you but can't comment.

ms bones I'm thinking you are going to have the best time in Atlanta.
I know you will.

at the Walmart the other day there was a nun standing in front of the plastic produce bags
so I lightly touched her shoulder and said excuse me sister. she turned and looked alarmed and
I apologized telling her I didn't mean to startle her and she said

"i thought you were having a vision
and I wanted to get in on it"

she was so funny and dear and she made me laugh and held my hand in hers and It made me
so happy. it made up for sister Mary Margaret making me kneel on salt in second grade for talking.

maybe that's why I am not a talkative person.

It's get out of dodge time.

I can't find the source of this picture just now but  it pretty 

much sums it up for me at the moment.

Wish I had the boots. 

No matter, I've got some lovely flip flops and long

skirts and white white white things to wear.

The gang is driving me to points north to catch a flight to Florida.

I'll be in touch if my electronic toys don't give out.

Lately...

I've been spending one day a week with my Em.

We go eat, we hit the thrift store and run errands

one of which is getting her nails done. It's not

an errand for her but for me, well...

I sit there and take pictures... 

we go have tea at Linnea's Garden Coffee House...

We talk, we laugh, we argue and roll our eyes at each other. We couldn't be

more different but we also couldn't love each other more.

After the last few years, to have arrived here where we are 

today is a gift I am forever grateful for.

New Eyes...

Yesterday morning I had a dream that we were moving into a new place and

I was beyond excited. I don't remember anything else about the dream 

except that breathless fresh  feeling.

We've lived in this house for a very long time and though I love this house, there

are many things I don't like about it and I would move on in a heart beat should the

opportunity and the perfect alternative present itself. 

In other words, we ain't goin' nowhere.

For now.

So, I am challenging myself to see something in this house, everyday, in a new way.

That other challenge of not using the car in town, has worked out 

pretty well so I have high hopes.




PS...
for Ms Moon

The Crone's Concoctions

I am still mostly pretending I don't have a car and walking everywhere in town. 

Lu isn't liking it much as the ranch is a drive away and when we set off for

a walk to the PO, the only one she can manage from the house, she pulls me towards

the truck and shoots laser beams of hate when I say "NO, it's town or nothing".

You've never seen such a put upon bulldog.

The wild fennel growing all over town is tall and about to give up it's seeds 

which make a fine face wash if you have oily skin. I've been concocting creams of late. 

My skin has taken a turn. An ugly turn. 

I'm suddenly dealing with breakouts and bumps and having tried all 

sorts of store bought washes and getting no results I've decided to take 

matters into my own hands.  

Yesterday I re-made a batch of milk and honey face cream for

both washing and moisturizing. This second attempt yielded a much

better consistency, the first separating and having a gummy feel was tossed

down the sink. 

This new batch is not quite right either. The powdered milk didn't 

dissolve completely so next time I'll try cooking it longer or mashing

it up first.

I feel like Crone at her cauldron.

An acne prone crone.

Dear Photoshop...

Please stop being so mean!

Our computer is acting cranky and out of sorts. Photoshop  is being particularly snippy and aloof, not

wanting to play with my pictures, suddenly not recognizing my photo program so that I've got

to devise sneaky ways of getting my photos in to play. 

Nonetheless.

I played for a short while this morning when I could have been standing on my head

and/or twisting my spine. 

There is still time.

 

Lu was a bad girl yesterday...

Had a bath and then decided to take another one. Without water.

A dirt bath. 

She likes those best of all.

So she got another bath and that one wasn't in the tub it was in the

yard with a hose. 

Grrrr.

She's a movie star when we go for walks in town.

People stop and pet her and give her treats and tell

me about the bulldogs they know and love.

This morning we ran into a woman who stopped to chat and

she was one of those people who have never met a stranger.

She told me all about her dogs, showed me pictures and told me

all about her nephew Seth who had a girlfriend for 7 years but

how she left him when he lost his job and house on the beach and

how he's baby sitting the two goldens and her neighbor has the

two shih tzus and how she'll have to take care of his new girlfriend's

bulldog when they go on their cruise and.....

you get the picture.

Lu had to come home and take a nap...

but I didn't. 

I loved this woman.

I loved everything about her. 

Her colorful blouse and black

cropped pants, her knock you down on your ass Bronx accent, how she 

wasn't the least bit afraid to be who she is and how refreshing that is.

We talked about how beautiful it is here and how she'd love to move here but can't afford to

but that maybe when her husband kicks it she can use the insurance for a small 

cottage. 

How free and wonderful is that? 

A woman with a wicked sense of humor who isn't afraid to use it.

She made me happy.

Thank you lady in front of the antique store.

As of today I am pretending I don't have a vehicle

in the driveway. I'm walking to the PO, grocery store,library and anywhere in town I need to go.

Please feel free to remind me every day as I am prone

to 

1.laziness &

2. forgetfulness

This pledge/fantasy will only be in effect until the rains come.

We used to take long walks all the time but have taken

to the under 20 minute walk. Haiku walks. We would walk and 

talk and solve all the world's problems. The change is mostly due

to Lu's inability to walk very far and our inability to 

carry her home. 

Well I'll just have to take her for a short one and then go on about my business.