I guess I am a Jonah.....

Either that or I have to stop watching talent contests.

It seems like the ones that I think should win.. lose.

Even goes for the political contest.  If I vote for them,

97% chance they will lose.

But the King was even more disgusted than I was last

night when the show America Got Talent finale was on.

I figured the two male singers and the Clairvoyant duo

Would be in the top 3 spots…. The two males were dumped

before the top 3!!!!  WHAT THE HELL?

So that left a magician, a little girl who played a uke, fairly and

The Clairvoyant.   Surely the Clairvoyant, will win.. they were darn good!... but NO..  the little girl who played the uke.. fairly well won..

WHAT THE HELL????

King was so mad, he swore he will never watch that show ever again.. never ever.. again.. he said… NEVER..    

Well, it has come that time again… we will be on the road again. The grandkids are watching the dog and the house… and we are on the final part of our mission of helping the King’s best friend’s sisters, clean out 40+ years of stuff from their brother’s house.  We are going down for 10 days to help where we can.  So see you in October. 

Rose colored glasses?

I was accused of wearing rose color glasses….many years ago.

I always seem to find the good in things.. and chose not to dwell on the bad things…  so this person found that to be foolish…

I am now beginning to think that person is right..  as life is going by, I thought I knew what to be true.. only to be over and over shown that I have been so wrong…  That I only looked at the surface of things. Even though I thought I was looking at the whole picture.

But the more I read, the more I learn things are not like I thought. Even in my cynical eyes..(I never thought I looked thru rose colored glasses)..it is far worse than I imagine.

Just look at the political system… this election is by far the worse I have seen in my years. And that goes way back to the 60’s.  Even though I knew deals were made in the back smoking room of the Congress… where twisting of the arms of new congress people.. and even old… was common.  Common, back to the days of Sam Huston days. And I am sure before that.  

I knew that Wall Street was run by the very rich or those who were crooked enough or smart enough to get ahold of other peoples money… I read years ago, the tangle mess that we the general public can’t even imagine. That the movies of Wall Street and etc.. only hit on the very tip of the iceberg.

Some where, I thought, we the common blue collar workers, still had a chance … to get our niche…. Maybe not the extent of those of bonuses in the thousands and etc.  But our own little world, our own little town and neighborhood. 

For the most part.. that last one still has some truth in it.. in some towns and states…and thankfully we that do have that kind of town, see the good of people… the ones who are the ones to come together for some one with cancer, or some other ailment. Or a house burns down.. There are still those who give a helping hand.  And it seems to be the ones who have little, who will help the most.  Thank God we still have these people, for life would be unbearable, if we didn’t have them.  And hopefully we are one of them…

But nationally? I have given up all hope.  We have the election that I call the SHIP OF FOOLS… there is NO WINNER there… and we seem to be the losers, no matter who wins.

I keep hoping that as in the past, when we thought we were almost doomed, that we came to laugh about it later in life. I keep hoping this too will be one of those times.  But the cynic of me, doubts it will be in my life time. People are too busy yelling about what about me.. that I matter (no matter what the color or job) …. Too busy walking over a nation within ours… the Native Americans… for money… too busy with where is mine…  instead of how can we fix this. How can we help?  

Maybe I am my grandfather’s child… he said these are the worse of times… he was talking about hippies, the Vietman, and the protesters, and etc. 

So much sadness in the headlines....

Native American’s sprayed with pepper spray, and threaten by

dogs… while trying to protect their water and their burial grounds.

But even worse….. in the Spokane, Wa. area… 4 children..

4 toddlers… age 2 or less…. Killed..  by parents/caretaker…

One of them killed by a boyfriend, while the toddler mother

went to pick up some groceries… What the Hell.. he could

not hold it together .. what half hour while she got food?

And then placed the toddler on the floor with a blanket over him, so it looked like he was asleep.. What the hell?

The second one.. was a shaking death by the toddler’s FATHER!!!

The third one… was found dead behind a recliner that the father was sleeping in.. while the mother slept on the couch.. They had been out partying with friends… came home and fell asleep.. No one seems to know if there was a baby sitter? Did the baby sitter leave and the parents passed out?... Even the parents don’t know… Some party.

And the last one… was found dead in a house… no one around.

Remember all of these children are/were 2 and younger.

WHAT THE HELL, PEOPLE!!!

So heart breaking… 

What happen to me?

When I was young.. and someone mention “let’s do”  I was there.

Sure let’s do it.. I jump in both feet.. I can do it..

And it didn’t turn out bad.. because after all… I am here still.

And that included riding on the back of a Harley with my future husband, doing 100 mph down the highway…asking is this as fast as it can go?

Then somewhere in my 30’s and common sense entered… but

still I would say, sure.. let’s see if we can do it.. give it a good try.

I am in…    and that worked out better.. less chance of broken bones.

And still a lot of fun.  Just I had to consider I had kids, so couldn’t be

so care free.

But now.. here I am in my 70’s and now when some one says, Let’s do…

I find myself saying, I don’t know.. I don’t think I can do that…

I got to get myself in to the mode of Robert Kennedy’s saying..

If not, why not?

I miss my old self, who had a devil may care attitude.. the can do person.

But at least I haven’t gotten to the …. I can’t do that side yet…

But I miss my old self. 

Fall

Fall the time to put all the stuff you took out last Spring.. and throw

away the rest…  With me it is yard art… little statues, flags, spinners and etc.

Fall, when we start to slow down from the rush of fun of summer. The sun that makes us feel good, the fun, the family trips and get togethers.  To head towards winter.

Fall gives us beauty, and harvest of our fruits and veggies.  With brisk days to let us know the cold, snow and ice are on their way.

For me, and others my age, it also means aches and pains of the cold on our bones. Some even head to the South to recoup that warm days. But personally I like the 4 seasons.  Just gets me a little bit more, to get in gear.  More clothes.

I am also a daylight person. Meaning in the summer when the sun comes up at 5am, I am up too, but when winter comes …we get daylight about 8.. and that is when I get my body to roll out.  Fall means 7am.  I can get up earlier, if needed, but my body clock doesn’t start until those times.

Seems like the world is in the same mode.. Even the political face seems to be in idle gear. I thought we had at least one debate by now.. not just a talking forum for each. Which is fine with me.

Got most of the stuff put away, the garden is withering away, with still ripening produce, too early to put out the shavings or straw… too early, thankfully for the winter clothes, but they aren’t far from my mind in the early morning.   

If only I had a brain....

Saturday, I was trying to get a start on my winterizing

the yard.. putting things away.. throwing away what is old and faded and broke…

I worked on it from 9am…to 3pm.  As the day went on, it got warmer and the sweat started to built up.. Rolling thru my eyes

under my glasses. By 3… I am dragging… but wanted to get just one more thing done.  I had a small flag, that had Welcome to Fall on it..  my welcome to summer had faded and got tore.

I was upset because the factory mal-functioned and the hole wasn’t big enough for the rod to go thru.. in fact I couldn’t even find the hole to put it thru.. So went in the house, got the scissors to cut the ends, where I could see the sewed slot, so the hole would show. I went back out side, got another holder which had a smaller rod.  Still can’t get it thru.. and the King drives up… he sees my frustrated look…and ask what was wrong. I told him, how the factory had screwed up and how I cut the corners to get it thru.. and still couldn’t get it in..   He looked at me and quietly said…. “you do know it is upside down, right?”

I looked down…and almost cried… and said.. “If only I had a brain.” ……………………

(from Wizard Oz)…
I would not be just a nothin'
My head all full of stuffin'

Wedding and deaths....

My blogging has been spotty at best. And it isn’t going

to be much better… as we still have more to do. October

should be better.  We will be heading out around the 20^th

of the month. And the grandkids are watching over our house

and Misty again.

See Team Gord is meeting once again… but sadly not for a good reason.. The King’s best friend of 44+ years.. passed away the

last week of August.  We made a rush trip to his house, to be the legs for the girls who could not get a flight out on short notice.. so we took care of getting a funeral home lined up, getting his personal effects from the place where he was rehabbing.. And

then we left.  With a promise if needed we would return to help them clean out the house.. You can only imagine how huge of a task this will be.

Before we left, as you saw in my posting.. in August.. we had to put our cat of 10+ years down..  So there is an emptiness in the house, that even her buddy the dog feels.

After we cleared Gord’s house… we headed up into Washington.

Getting to enjoy our kids for a day or two each. Even got to visit my ex-in-laws who are very dear to me.  Got to spend the night at one son’s house. To enjoy his family.  His wife and 3 of their children who are still living at home.  And also to enjoy the tradition that I have with this particular family…. That is water fights. And true to tradition it was a good soaking time.  I was properly drowned.. to the delight of the kids.  This tradition goes back about 10 years or so. 

Then there was the WEDDING!!

We arrived the day before.. and got to help out with decorations on Friday as well as all day Saturday… and at 6:30pm… the King and I lined up with the other parents for our dutiful walk to the seating area, where all the guest were sitting.  It was a beautiful wedding. Went off without a hitch… even though one of my great granddaughter decided it was her job to stand next to her dad, who was the usher/best men.. (what ever you call the line of men on the groom side).  She went to the empty chairs and collected all of the tissues and bubble blowers, and gave them to dad… just a very small (her in stature as well as moments) diversion.  The bride and groom, walked up the aisle as MR. AND MRS… and we all follow a bit later.   There was great food.. great conversations.. and then of course the bride dancing with her father, with the groom following shortly behind with his mother… me…   It was a great wedding and we are blessed with another wonderful daughter in law.

We bid everyone good night about 9pm… as we were pulling out for home at 6am.. and no one gets up that early. Lol… Lots of hugs, and show of appreciation for the merging families. Each side getting more grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Then at the crack of dawn, and a slight circling of one small town to find the correct entrance to HWY 5… we were on our way. And at 3pm we pulled into our driveway… So happy to see home and knowing we would get to sleep in our own bed finally.  Of course the following days were full of washing clothes and reclaiming our house.. as the grandkid were watching it.. and did a great job and dutly spoiled our Misty.

It is good to be home.. going to enjoy it for 2 weeks before we have to pull out again.  Sure looking forward to October