Dead Goose

Just chatter today as I share

my day of yard work.

It was ONLY  100 today,

and going to 115 by Friday so 

I knew I had to get my tuckus out there and

clean up all the pink snow..

Three bags of this stuff from one tree

 and this is the third time this Spring.

I am no longer enjoying this garden.

It has become a place I dread as

 there is always something to clean up

via LOUD blower and then Howie thinks

it is fun to jump in the stuff and then eat some, 

and he rushes back inside to upchuck

 on the one small carpet area in the living room.

I'm telling you he makes a bee line for it,

as if I practiced with him for hours 

with treats, saying 

"PUKE here, RIGHT here, THAT'S it,

Good Boy Howie..."

After 4 hours I had 1/2 the yard done and had discovered

all three umbrellas had bird poop of

varying mega degrees, the bird bath was crusty,

both fountains needed to be cleaned and

reassembled, three strings of lights were out,

and some ugly horn worm resembling

Jabba The Hutt was devouring three plants.

Because the numbnuts in my neighborhood will be

setting off hundreds of dollars of illegal 

fireworks next week I am racing to pick up all

remaining dried debris from yard, 

roof and gutter so they don't burn

down my house.

EVERY year in town they burn up something.

They also blow off digits in rather large numbers

keeping the ER hummin'.

Anyhoot, you great gardeners out there

 that I know and love, my hats off to you.

You probably garden in MS clogs with

 a pretty apron and straw hat and whistle while you work.

I, on the other hand, garden in last night's PJ bottoms 

yes, the same one with the hole in the crotch.

I've since added a hanging torn knee hole and two holes 

spaced like eyes on my thigh.

I top it with a two sizes too large tank, 

no bra and yep the mammaries are swinging.

In all fairness to neighbor's sensibilities,

I do not venture into the front yard at all,

and if the neighbors behind and beside want to peek

from their solar screened hidden bedrooms - go for it.

The view of my bent over butt serves you right,

and I do not whistle, I sing songs whose lyrics

I'm unsure of, which I fear is not charming,

to anyone.

 I also curse like a drunken sailor, 

at the debris, the worm, the slime on

the fountain

AND

 the asinine Supreme Court ruling on 

The Voter Rights Act Of 1965.

If you are uninformed, become informed.

This is historic stuff folks.

One of our most basic freedoms was torched today

and we'll see now if the House will have the cojones to save it, 

because they can...

Is it any wonder the goose committed suicide?

DUMPEROONIE

The bucket is still here,

and still needed.. 

Unfortunately by me today.

I broke off a chunk of a back molar.

Now that is distressing,

but luckily it cannot be seen, so 

my first thought was thank you universe

for that much..

 but that isn't what freaks me out....

it's paying for it that freaks me out.

You see I have no dental insurance so this will cost me

Big Bucks and just after having to pay 

$5500 for a new air conditioner in May.

Well, not paying exactly, charging....

( thank heaven for perfect credit and low interest)

Insert.... Ginormous....SIGH 

RIGHT FRICKIN' HERE!

Currently I am paying $400.00 a month

 for a medical insurance policy with a $10,000 deductible,

so no way can I afford eye or dental.

Yep, that is NOT a typo...

I have paid between $400-500 a month for over 10 years

for private insurance, and never see a Dr.

because I cannot afford to go.

I have to carry insurance because 

A. I don't ever want to lose my home due to medical debt.

B. I don't believe I should allow other decent tax paying

folks like myself to carry my burdens.

So when the idiots in Congress delay

health coverage reform

when American citizens are so uninformed about

insurance reform that they impede progress,

when insurance is FOR PROFIT,

when folks who have excellent affordable group 

coverage, abuse it...

I am pissed!

Stomp my feet,

Shake my fist at the air,

curse the blue blazes

PISSED!

So into the **** It Bucket it all goes...

No sad songs for me - I always manage.

so how goes it with you?

got anything to dump in here?

Dump away my gal pals,

right here below at this link

or turn right up top.... to the **** It Bucket

DUMPEROONIE AWAY!

Words and Lyrics and Love

Believe Imagine Dream

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye

Leonard Cohen

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

Macky

Next to my folks, the longest relationship

of love I've ever known.

43 years

We became friends my junior year in HS

She introduced me to Leonard.

For that alone I owe her a

lifetime of steadfast loyalty.

The kindest soul I've ever known.

Chances are we will never again meet,

it's already been 17 years....but no matter.

My love goes with her 

as her love stays with me.

It just is.

Father, Dad, Pops, Daddy, PapPap

This man stood for something.

Many somethings.

Many someones.

He never drove past a broken down car,

or walked past a stranger who seemed to 

be in trouble or need help.

He was the first to shovel out the neighbors

who could not do it for themselves.

Sometimes it delayed a family 

vacation for  hours,

but we were told to understand 

why it mattered to him,

and to those he helped.

He believed that neighbors should be good

ones and he was always the first to plan 

and throw the block parties of summer.

He believed children should learn

 the honor of working hard

and to love God, country and family.

He never lied or cheated 

and he expected 

truth and decency from those he 

loved, worked with and for.

We did not always measure up 

to his high standards and were fearful

of the repercussions

but we were always forgiven

and always loved.

He was a man of honor and upon his 

death I discovered a box brimming with 

notes from strangers and friends

 he had helped over many years.

No one had known about most of them.

In our small town it was 

a privilege to be the "daughter of"

and also difficult to hide 

any shenanigans or bad behavior

because he was so well known.

I was frequently caught,

punished and learned lessons.

He taught me to fish and made me put the worm 

on the hook myself...every time

He taught me to run a table saw,

a drill, and a sander.

Long before Martha, he showed

me the proper way to iron a shirt

 and put a crease in pants.

I learned to paint walls, refinish furniture,

unclog a toilet and sink, cook, 

mop a floor the "Navy" way,

 mow the lawn, ride a bike, and sled down hill..fast 

We worked the garden together,

each summer we had one,

and I know how to build a proper campfire.

I learned to check the oil, drive a car,

pitch a tent in the right spot, and change a tire.

I was made to save 50% of my allowance,

tithe 10%, and balance my checkbook.

He never betrayed his wife,

his children, or family or friends.

Never.

When he faced his fourth cancer,

he decided to let his God decide

when he should go, and refused all treatment.

I cannot imagine anyone facing death with

less fear than he did.

He was certain what lay ahead and I believe 

he was anxious to see his mom and dad again.

You see Robert Rennie

was a quiet man of honor also

and he taught his children well.

One of them just happened to be my 

dad, David.

DJR

I love you 

Cannot Stop

The love affair continues.

If you saw yesterday's post,

you know I have a new obsession.

While having one of my long chats tonight 

with my pal Carole I worked on this one.

The light in my home is dismal at best, and at night,

well, I propped it in the kitchen to try and show Carole as

I had told her what I was doing as we talked.

So lousy light, lousy color but you get the gist.

This is a very muddy mustard,

with brown/cream stripes.

Striped the edges. 

I used to do that on all my canvases years ago.

The paint under my nails, 

up my arms, on my old pj's....

yep painting in pj's.

My vintage pitcher used for washing brushes,

my now vintage Marie Callander pie plates used as palettes..

I'm diggin' it I tell ya.

See the tornado in the center?

Think I'll go start another one, it's only 9:00 p.m.

I'm thinking..

"The power of forgiveness

The power of grace"

Those two lines....

well this song.... saved me.

I have seven canvases left from other classes

I taught years ago.

I'm going to keep going until

 they're used up and then we'll see if I head out with 

coupons to get those nice juicy thick ones I prefer.

Hope everyone enjoys the weekend,

and to some of you..

rain rain go away....

Z

Words

My addiction to words goes way back.

I paint them on my walls, put them into quilts,

purchase fabrics and purses designed with words and letters.

I design banners with letters and 

even my coffee cups have words or initials.

I collect hundreds of wooden type,

and read hundreds of books each year.

I have been playing with a new way 

to enjoy them and to please myself and family.

This one is for Darling Daughter.

She collects TKAM books.

This one is for Dearest Son

One of his favorite books

 is Breakfast of Champions.

My Dad loved words and used them wisely.

I inherited that I think, along with 

short fingers and wide hands. Gee thanks Pop.

He also gave me his blue eyes so 

all is forgiven.

My Mother read for hours,

nearly every day of her life.

She gave me that. Thanks Mom.

I would have loved slender hands 

and delicate nails though.

She gave those to Hannah.

Like many parents, my Dad often sang 

You Are My Sunshine to me,

and I sang it to my kids constantly.

I like having this fresh canvas 

in my room.

It makes me happy - blue or grey skies.

Words

Words and I are a power couple

We are wed

Till death do us part

and even then I just may have something to say.

Razmataz Giveaway

Just a quick note to 

let everyone know about the 

great giveaway over at Razmataz.

You could win a lovely piece of

Sno of Sweden jewelry.

I've been eyeing this:

Me and pearls and DD and pearls go way back.

She received some real ones for graduation 

from her mama

Brand new website that Chania has created

and you'll love the products.

Pine Cone Hill linens have been on my covet list for years.

so pop on over and tell her I said Hi!

Of course I know this lessens my chances of winning, but

I love this gal and I'll make the sacrifice..hehe