One of our Own

I talk often of how this blogging community 

blesses us all with love and friendship.

One of our own has lost her life partner,

her husband Bruce,

this day and she will need our prayers 

and love for many months to come.

If you do not pray, then send 

hope and grace out into 

the universe on Jane's behalf.

If you can afford to, please donate

 in Bruce's name to an ALS fund.

100 of us each giving even $5.00

makes hope possible.

Please visit and give your love 

to Jane and her family.

Comfort will be hard to come by,

but showing our love will, in small

measure, remind this lovely, strong woman

that she never walks alone.

Mamie Jane

Candlelight, Coffee and Comfort

My first cup of coffee in days.

Did not want to confuse meds and caffeine.

I am confused enough as it is.

This is my favorite table...ever...

I work here

 eat here

 visit here

These edges are dreamy

Never far from me,

Miss Justice

doing her morning toilette

hoping toast bits will come her way.

Sadly, no toast just now,

just coffee and candlelight.

Needing to be even closer,

Master Howie

asking to be allowed into my lap.

Not until I finish my coffee

in my favorite mug

...for now

The perfect curve to cradle my left hand

 around it's warmth

while the right hand 

slips effortlessly through the handle

for a secure grip.

1971

an important year

for me to be sure.

Such comfort to me after weeks of illness.

My memory bowl

my table

hazelnut fragrance

best mug 

and

the pooches

in my little world

it is enough

it is, in fact, 

glorious

Thrilled - Proud and smelly?

It's out- Old Grey Mare is in it. I'm thrilled.

It was great to work with April, Sunday and Mark.

Thank you.

Thank you for all the emails and comments and calls

of get well wishes to me over the past few days.

I know I will mend that much faster because of it.

I am cRaZy for all of you my dear friends.

You are the best.

Non bloggers do not know what they are missing.

but we do... <3

we give and receive love

with no agenda

no judgements

no limits

oh, sometimes we falter with a few nasty folks

but we always rise above it.

I am proud, yes PROUD,

to be part of this community.

I am blessed beyond measure 

because of it.

Much love,

z

for those of you stopping by for the first time,

you may want to scroll back a few posts to

 get past the cough-cough-cough stuff of me being sick.

I'll return to my feisty, irreverent self soon enough..

hopefully wearing something besides mismatched pj's with a hole in the crotch, and a bra to hoist the girls back into place, some makeup, and a hairdo that does not 

resemble Alfafa's or the hunchback of ND.

Oh Lord, I look bad...

( and I may smell like day old Vicks)

If there was a way someone could 

sneak in and photograph me I would 

be plastered in one of those "seen at Walmart" emails or 

at the very least a huge Glamour Don't.

So look at the pretty houses and pretend 

I belong there OK?

ONE SILLY GOOSE

One silly stupid goose am I.

I just could not figure out 

why I was having adjustment issues

to new work etc....

I am a tough old bird, I can juggle 

with the best of them.

So tired, feeling very poorly, persistant cough etc.

Turns out I was trying to do it all

while I had pneumonia.

AGAIN!

Stupid Z.

so...no new posts till...?

and sale postponed.

Letting antibiotics do their thing.

Off to bed.

See you on the other side 

of wellness.

Now don't you be a silly goose.

Take care of yourselves.

HONK!

I'm still here

Nope, no trips to France for me.

No retreats or spas in my future.

Just doing the day by day thing

and getting the hang of some new changes.

I have read everyone,

commented a little,

and replied a little.

Be patient please, I'll be back.

Your overwhelming support on my last post,

well, it makes me more than a little misty.

thank you so much

On the news side:

Darling daughter has started interning with

a fabulous director and is loving it.

Dearest son has found a house to rent in LA,

and will move literally cross country 

the end of the month.

I get him for three days all to myself.

Local gals....

I am purging again.

Watch for email about preview night.

If you cannot wait till it is all out, email me.

Selling off the last of my Nicole Sayre,

ESC and originals by Angela.

As for me????

BUSY AS A

and still not completely adjusted to my new schedule.

but things will ease up soon. 

This new venture is expanding 

my horizons, and testing my learning curve,

 which is good for me.

For those of you who will relish this info...

Know that my house is truly a mess, OK truthfully 

just kinda untidy everywhere, but for me, that is horrors!

Christmas is still not all down,

the garage studio is only half down.

There are dishes in the sink, 

and laundry in the shoot up to the second floor.

I am way behind on phone calls, blogging, 

yard work, and have only read one book in a week!!

Again...horrors!

Normally I read a minimum of seven a week.

I am in deep withdrawal, so I am going to stop

now and go read with a glass of Baileys.

A LARGE glass.

No comments on this one my friends, unless

you want to give me the latest news on yourself,

because I just know I won't have 

time to answer this week.

I hope ( double cross fingers, pinkie swear)

to have a fun post up this weekend.....

Unless the laundry explodes out the 

top of the shoot and I am buried under

an avalanche of underwear and jammies

and never heard from again.

z

Aw phooey

Even when things are going well,

life can be challenging now and again.

That is where I am now.

I am blessed and healing and 

doing fine, yet struggling to make 

all the pieces fit.

I took 19 shots at the ribbon class and each one

 came out looking like an experiment in photography,

and not in the good way.

This time I was not only host but student, and my 

head was going off in fifty directions.

If you wish to see and read about it,

Tanya, bless her heart, got some good shots.

bead and needle 

 See more HERE

Carole is an amazing instructor and we had 

a blast. As soon as all my Christmas is down,

(will that ever happen? jeez!)

 I plan to practice my roses, so that I am

 prepared to take Ribbon 102.

So what has me discombobulated?

Everything.

I will get it straightened out and ease into

my new routine, and figure out how to get by,

 but for now I am concentrating

on necessities and not so much on the extras.

I am still reading each of you my dear friends,

never fear, and following your adventures.

I think what bothers me most is 

that I used to be "quick on my feet", able to adjust 

in a nanosecond . Now I need more time. 

I need to process.

I need to grieve losses. I need more sleep.

So is this it? The age thing? As I approach one of those

mysterious "old age" numbers, is this my mind saying

WHOA NELLIE!

Not so fast, you're an old girl now,

you might sprain something.

aw phooey.

I probably just need more fiber.

z

She'll be coming 'round the mountain

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes).
She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes).
She'll be coming 'round the mountain, she'll be coming 'round the mountain,She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, (when she comes).

Well, yes I have to go over mountains no matter which way I go.

She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes, etc.

Nope, a goldish beige kinda hippo shaped Hyundai with a chipping bumper

Oh we'll all come out to meet her when she comes, etc.

Oh that would be so nice, I'm going to be lonesome again soon

She'll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes, etc.

One of two pairs, the floral ones or the striped

We will kill the old red rooster when she comes

Nah, my vegetarian friends would be upset with me so instead....

We'll be havin' chicken and dumplings when she comes

That is if I can remember to do it before work

She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes

Not likely, no grandmas here

We'll all be shoutin' "Halleluja" when she comes

That would be so nice, I can use a good Hallelujah now and again

She'll be comin' down a road that's five miles long

It feels a mite longer since I have been away for awhile :D

In other words I am still here, just not HERE much lately.

My daily routine has changed recently, and I am adjusting to my  new schedule, while trying to spend as much time with Darling Daughter as possible. Facing the possibility of an entire year passing before I see her is difficult. Knowing Dearest Son will be nearby ( 4 hrs) gives me great comfort and will prevent me from selling plasma to raise airfares to go see the chickadees.

Simultaneously, blogger has decided to not load certain blogs now and again, and more often than not has banned me from commenting. So the little computer time I do have is fraught with issues and many - many ^%$#@^&%'s.


This weekend at old grey mare is the fabulous ribbon class taught by Carole Sidlow and since the class filled up so rapidly, Carole will be offering a repeat soon, so stay tuned if you wish to attend that class.

I miss you all, and I am trying to keep up to date, but honestly running my little world these days means adjustments up the wazoo, so bear with me. I still love you even if I have not commented or visited or called or emailed.

I just looked up wazoo thinking it was slang..nope, there it was..yep, that's what it is....

Z