Sunday, June 7, 2015

Over the years


…though there have been just a few, one summer morning I wake up and realize it is the perfect morning to begin a vacation.  Oh, I'm not going to do that today, but the conditions are perfect for someone, anyone to be opening the trunk of their car and putting their suitcases into it.

If it were me, I can see myself, preparing snacks to munch along the way and a tall (mostly ice cube filled) container of water sitting on the kitchen counter next to my purse with my house keys sitting alongside.

Zorro and Frankie are so excited they can barely contain themselves.  They know something wonderful is about to happen.  Frankie pretends to be reading the colorful brochures of the places we are going to see.  She sits.  She stands weight on one foot and then the other. She sits.  Zorro of course wonders if he is going to participate or be stuck at home with some stranger checking in on him from time to time.

I wander through the house, checking locked windows and doors, make sure last potty breaks were taken and that the toilets are NOT idly running.  I know lights are on timers, mail service has been stopped, neighbors have been notified we will be gone, and one in particular has our itinerary 'just in case'.

By now, I've a gigantic lump of excitement in my throat, I run through all the things on my hand written note, my #2 pencil making various sized check marks as I go.  One last hasty walk through the house and I'm finally standing at my front door.  Frankie is making her way to the car; Zorro gives me a quizzical look as if to say, “Is this my final potty break?”

I breathe in the cool, rose and lemon mint scented air.  Bees flit by.  Summer birds sing.  I glance at the outdoor thermometer the temperature reads a perfect 68 degrees.  The sky is a cloudless amethyst blue.  I close the door and gaze around my neighborhood full of 'comfortable' while Frankie, Zorro and I begin a venture into the unknown and places never seen.  We're going to eat things we've never had before in quaint small town diners and sleep in uncomfortable beds not quite our own.  We'll stop at every local historical, natural and tourist trap to buy things that will eventually sit in draws or shelves gathering dust.

And finally we’ll come home; tired and weary yet eager to see things familiar...our freeway off ramp, the fast food joints, the neighborhood gas station, the neighborhood store and school.  Oh...there it is! The four way stop with blinking light and finally...our street...our block...our home.

Sigh.

Today would be a perfect day to start a vacation.


Thursday, June 4, 2015

My Mountain Ash

There is a Mountain Ash tree in my neighbor's back yard I can clearly see from my office window. I've watched it grow from a sapling I tended for a few years while the house sat empty.   Over the years it grew to adulthood and my sapling tending has since given it the appearance of a man being 'held up' in some alleyway.  Its mouth in oblong '0', arms outstretched on either side of the main trunk.

Last year I reported the armpits had grown hair in the form of bright green moss giving the tree an even more human appearance.  I never know what to expect from this Ash from year to year.

This year something even more unexpected has happened.  Oh, the armpits are still distinguished, but the arm on its left has grown the start of new branches.  They started out tiny, and I suspected they would not survive the crazy spring weather we've had.

Well, color me surprised.  The all the newbies have indeed survived and are already well over two feet long, with still a long growing season ahead.  It will be interesting to see just how big and long they will be by the leaf shedding time.

Sadly, the tree is losing its human appearance, because the new branches are slowly covering the '0', and the left armpit will be behind them.  I so enjoy nature because there are always surprises, sometimes they are tiny and can be easily missed like the half robin's egg I found in my front yard a few days ago.  But, sometimes they are large and change the face of my environment in dramatic and pleasant ways.  Thank you Mountain Ash.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Frankie says...

yesterday's blog was a real downer.  And it was.  I'm here today to apologize.  I think it's time I put this whole thing to bed, and move on.

Frankie, Zorro, CC and I appreciate your input and loyalty.  I hope your lives continue to be happy and all your dreams are fulfilled.  Best wishes to all....

...and to all a good night.

Friday, April 10, 2015

I've been away...

...far, far away in the land of real estate.  It's a dark and ugly place. I'd like to report I can see the light at the end of this cave, but that is not the case.

My Realtor says if there are two cars on a used car lot, one is clean, pretty and shiny while the other has been sitting for a while and has some rust, dust and dried rain drop streams down the windshield, which car would you buy?  

I've given this serious thought.  So, I've been cleaning, pretty-fying and shining things up.

There have also been hurdles to jump, they have been high and for a short person not easy to jump...I keep trying.

Trust me...selling your home is not for the faint of heart, and definitely not easy for 'old people'.  The flyer states "Charming one level home", I guess that's true, however I think I would label it "Old Woman Homestead"; yep, we both have some rust, dust and dried raindrops streaming down the windows, and sometimes tears down my cheeks.

I hope this is all worth it.

Monday, March 23, 2015

It's gonna be....

.....a long day.  New floor in bathroom and vapor barrier under house.  Sigh.

Friday, March 20, 2015

So, sorry.

As you know I'm in the process of (not just thinking about) but actually putting my home on the market (AGAIN).  My new Realtor is 100 degrees different from my first and most of my time is spent working on the house getting it ready to put on the market, hopefully late next week.  As a result I have very little time for work, or for writing, or for even finding time to eat what with people in and out of my house at all hours.

As for my blog it has been badly neglected.  I hope you will bear with me and continue to check for a new entry.  I will be back, I promise.  In the meantime I'm trying to keep my wits about me, I think I'm doing pretty well...mostly...oh, there are times I'm reduced to a puddle of tears but I pick myself up, dry myself off and carry on.

I've come to believe moving goes much better when you are younger, although the stress is exactly the same, youth seems to float with the current, while I on the other hand want to reach out for a branch and hang on.

What an adventure.  I will keep you posted as I have the time.  Thanks for hanging on with me to my precarious branch I appreciate it more than you know.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Where has the time gone?

After being thrown into such a tizzy last week over the fact I have been out of high school for 60 years I have lost all track of time.  Frankie says I've been "bouncing off the walls"...her words not mine.

Actually she's right. I'm getting closer and closer to making that 'big change' in my life and some days I'm really upbeat and ready, while some days my heart flutters and I find I want to breathe into a paper bag.  I'm glad Frankie is here, she's the yin to my yang.

Over the last couple of years I've been reading my I-Ching and horoscope and the particular website I visit has been pretty darn accurate in keeping me grounded.  Seriously, it's as though they know me on a personal basis and after I check out my daily read I often sigh with relief.  Take today's reading:

"The good news is that you are on the receiving end of more encouragement now than you dreamed possible. However, the bad news is everyone seems to have an agenda that's different from yours. You would love to embrace their support, but you don't want to alter your plans for any reason. Although there's no quick solution to this dilemma, it's best to graciously accept the assistance rather than to fearfully push it away. Thankfully, the full story will come out sooner than you expect, clearing the air once and for all."

Considering the changes I want to make for myself and my little family, today's reading has some mysterious connotations I don't quite understand...yet.  I feel as though I'm about to start a boulder rolling down a steep hill and envision that boulder bouncing out of control hitting trees, road signs, other boulders as it picks up speed careening to the bottom of the hill.  I'm running as fast and hard as I can behind it screaming "Look out!"  "Get out of the way!"

Ain't I too old for this kind of nonsense?  Shouldn't I be lounging in the sun somewhere feet up, with some kind of exotic drink that has an umbrella and wedge of pineapple floating on top?  Sigh.

I guess not.  Instead I'm thinking about selling my home and moving into a retirement community where somebody will take care of me, Frankie, Zorro and CC as well.

Frankie's standing here looking over my shoulder, leaning against my chair causing it to shudder. She says I'm not chasing the boulder...I am the boulder.  She's the one screaming "Look out!"  "Get out of the way!"  See, I told you she's the yin to my yang.  I think I'm going to let her be in control.

Meantime, I'll try to take it day by day and let my future unfold however it should.  As my reading said this morning.  "Thankfully, the full story will come out...sooner than you expect"  Let's hope I'm up to the challenge.