Pumpkins for Squirrels and Little Monsters

Nothing makes a better Halloween

Musical Sistahs

Let me share a little story of when my best friend Suzanne and KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong and I  were in Reclamation, a locally owned Arts and Antique mall,  a couple Fridays ago.
Two women working behind the counter appeared to look like sisters to me so I asked the slightly older one if they were sisters. They looked at each other and said no, neither one of them had a sister....Suddenly the slightly older gal started singing 'Sisters, sisters' from the White Christmas movie. Then all of us and the other customers

in the store started singing 'Sisters, sisters, never were there more devoted sisters'.....then tra la la we continued the song to 'Lord help the Mister who comes between me and my sister, and Lord help the Sister who comes between me and my man!'

The slightly younger gal looked wide eyed at all of us and said  " I don't know what just happened here!"
See what impromptu fun you can have with perfect strangers.  It was like a musical! 

Sometimes I think we might need a film crew tagging around with us.

Too Emotional

I can't go to the cinema anymore because I am afraid I'll have a cryin' jag and have to be carried out.  I had to be carried out of ET and my kids were humiliated and then while watching 'Karate Kid', I got so upset with those boys beating him up, my kids had to pull me down into my seat because I kept jumping up yelling,' Kill those boys!' They urged," Mom!" as they tugged,  "we are not in the living room and this is not Little House on the Prairie!" That television series used to really rial me up!    HaHmmm.  Sorry...but I did have to run out the back door of the theatre when I watched Driving Miss Daisy because I was sobbing so loud.  Been a loong time since I have allowed myself to go to the cinema... as you can see by the movie titles I have mentioned!

Soothing

Sounds that are soothing:
Sound of the spoon in the mashed potato bowl
Sound of a broom sweeping*
Sound of typing
Sound of a man's beard over the telephone (actually very sexy)*
Sound of crickets
Sound of squirrels barking
Sound of the clatter of my grandparents' teeth while eating
Sound of a lawn mower
Sound of a ticking clock*
Sound of children playing quietly with gentle toys
Sound of a mother's voice reading a story
Sound of the turning of thin pages of a bible in church
Sound of purring
Sound of Captain Kangaroo's crayons on construction paper
Sound of Bishop Sheen's chalk board
Sound of my children's lullaby box*
Sound of good china and silver
Sound of people murmuring in the distance
Sound of car motors way off in the distance
Sound of children reading aloud
Sound of early morning bird songs
Sound of the ocean waves
Sounds of Halloween
Sound of drums
Sound of my kitty's heavy stride

Suzanne and Me and 33 Years

Somebody pretty special is comin' to visit me.  It's been a long 2 years since we've seen each other. I'm gonna lay on the bed while she unpacks her suitcases of 12 pairs of shoes and 15 outfits and light weight jackets that she will not get to wear because it is a bazillion degrees here with 400% humidity~She is gonna cook and I'm gonna eat~we'll give each other gifts and shop till my feet cry out "No More"~and then when she goes back home we will talk for hours on the phone 'cause when we are together, we are just happy to be together~too much happiness for words~so we'll talk about everything in about a week..That's how we're the happiest together!

There's Work To Be Done In That Thar House

    Endless days and nights of bright blue days and midnight blue starry nights. Sounds like heaven doesn't it?  Just don't look inside the house.  You see the kittens of dust scattering about, felting the surfaces and fading the colors from our sight. Ya'grow used to seeing that speck of tree mulch on the foot rug in front of the door.  I should stoop to pick it up, I should get the micro cloths out and sweep away the protective covering from the sideboard. Seems like I remember those orange glass vases being much more brilliant.  My, I never noticed that mirror to look so antique...wait it isn't antique, it is dusty, swirly film from living with the overhead fan on for 5 months straight.  Things are sliding out of the freezer...a refrigerator should look like a magazine page with all sorts of goody treats and delectable meats, cheeses and vegetables.  Instead it looks like a tupperware convention, only the containers are not tupperware~they are the least creative pieces of previously used plastic. Why do I keep them?  My daughter uses glass containers for leftovers~I should be less thrifty and vow never to have plastic in the fridge again.

KennyRogersLookAlikeBeforeThePlasticSurgeryWentWrong uses hair spray and powder...man-scaping stuff he calls it.  I call it 'glue for the fuzzy powder dust' on the bathroom walls. I just don't seem to have motivation to vacuum the furry walls every week when the sun is shining~I believe I need rain.  But the squirrely thing is, I don't get motivated to clean on cloudy days.  I may have to buckle down and ignore the sunshine.  My English friend is coming for a visit and if you remember the last time she came she vacuumed the same spot for 10 minutes and then we had to take the vacuum cleaner apart to change the bag and the engine belt. We had to clean the rug well enough so we could roll up in it.  I wrote about it. She made me clean the spot in the oven before she baked the scones. Better get off here and get some house-scaping done. We've got a lot of rollin' and bakin' and baskin' to do while the sun is shinin'.

Looking forward to Autumn~in a way.  I don't really mind the heat but we have had tons of heat this summer...I say tons because heat in Indiana feels heavy..and it feels heavy on your body...making it difficult to walk...your thighs stick together and your legs feel so heavy you can barely put one foot in front of the other... you look and feel like you are walking through water...in slow motion. It makes you sigh and your neck feel damp and drippy and then the mosquitos come and feed on your damp, hot, heavy, drippy skin.  They like to gather on my wrists and ankles in particular...these Black Asian Tiger mosquitoes that have little white rings around their legs like they have stripey socks on.  Oh, how I long to just sit outside on my swing during the day and evening without the sheen of mosquito repellent on my skin.   But no, I have to be a shiny bauble slick with DDT or whatever is in this repellent spray so that I can just go out and fill the bird and squirrel feeders.  I know they see me coming and they just hope in their little black heads that I have forgotten to spray the crap on me so that they can have a nice big swig of fresh, non-repellent blood.  Doesn't matter what time of day or night it is, these little stripey vampires are out and about.  They seem to love the bright, hot sunshine.  Darned if I know why.  So I am looking forward to a little cooler weather just so that I can sit outside and enjoy the endless blue skies that we have been having since April and so that I will no longer be a picnic basket for a nit!