Where have I been?

“Where have you been?” you ask.  And, “Where have I been?” I ask.  I started this blog to begin to come forth with my opinions, my ideas and my creations – with, I suppose, my self.  I began with easy stuff.  Easy to photograph and write about.  Beautiful stuff, since most of it was about my beautiful grandchildren.  They were very young at the time I put them into blogmania.  All young children are beautiful, and their beautiful spirits are easy to capture in photographs and in writing.

I was aware at the time that I had a lot inside to blog about. Things beyond the innocence, the beauty, of little children.  I would save it for later.  Work myself up to it, I told myself.  Alas, I did not think I would wait years to make any progress at all!  But, I did in fact wait years.  But, also alas, here I am again.

There is that thing called Writers Block.  And there is also that thing called shyness.

So, where have I been?  I have been many places psychologically and spiritually.  I have been submerged in the changing tides of time and world affairs.  In my hideaway state I have sensitively witnessed, and also taken in, the crazy nuances now pervading our society.  I have wondered why there is so much animosity, so much fear, so much uncertainty.  And why there needs to be any of this.  Getting down to basics:  basically, people (ordinary everyday people) don’t want this.  The people with families, with jobs, with hopes and dreams.  Somewhere there is a “power” group that is controlling everything.  They do not represent the masses.  Yet, they succeed with their control.

What if?  What if ordinary everyday people did not have to live in fear?  And what if the “power” people did not live in fear as well?  For isn’t that what it is all about after all – even for them, the “power” people?  Fear?

 

 

 

 

 

Child’s Play

Child's Play

When Kathryn (age 4) started turning a blank canvas into much more than child’s play, I got right into it.

It was her idea to draw only things in the sky or things that grow. Most of this work is hers; only a few sketches are by me.

When we were almost finished, Kathryn agreed to let me draw her if I made her a fairy. And she put me in the far left hand corner, as perhaps a little gnome?

Child’s play became quite serious – for Kathryn. And brought out the child in me.

The Eternal Organizer

The Eternal Organizer

The Eternal Organizer! Me.

Everything about me is organized.
Home, surroundings, closets, desktops, folders, files, cabinets, notes. You name it; it has its place.

Even my mind is organized. It is filled with dozens of little compartments. That’s a good thing when you want or need to compartmentalize. (President Clinton was a master.) It is akin to intently focusing in on the matter at hand.

Here’s the truth. If all your time is spent organizing, there is little time left for doing.

I love my piles and stacks of notes. A favorite pastime is going through them, reorganizing them, and adding to the endless lists, tasks, thoughts and ideas.

The drawback? There is little time left for doing!

Lately I have thrown caution (which is what my organizing is all about) to the wind. Leaving notes and file folders scattered about the room, and even socks – gasp! – on the floor, I DID things. Not organized; DID.

My son once suggested that I needed to break some rules. Today I gotta hand it to him (I did not at the time) – he was right.

I imagine a book is not written, a house not designed, or a space shuttle route not planned – without a little disorganization along the way.

It’s time to close. I need to get on with the day. I have plans to organize………..

The Way I Look at It

The Way I Look at It

Hi, I’m Joshua.

Nice to meet you.

Very happy to do so.

One eye clearly checking you out.

While the other eye is properly positioned, sort of, under my cool ray-ban goggles.

It’s fun being a kid at the beach.

Barefoot, sunny, sandy. Loose.

Enough of the camera. Time to enjoy the Good Life.

You should join me, no matter how old you are.

Michael’s Frog Friend

Michael's Frog Friend

Friend or foe? Depends on whose eyes you’re looking through.

Here, the four eyes of Michael and his Frog Friend are a sign of unilateral solidarity.

The other side of that – me facing the rather formidable frog – is almost enough to make me want to..um..croak..

Lobster, Faith, Angel

Lobster, Faith, Angel

An interesting array that caught my attention.

These 3 items:

  • a lobster (signficant reminder of my upbringing in a city-by-the sea)
  • a cross emblazoned with the word Faith (especially special given its present location)
  • and a tiny little angel (very prominent in spite of its relative small stature)

are the ones the young man accepting donations from the back of a charity organization’s truck chose to display.

One man’s trash, as they say, is another man’s treasure.

Surely, these were never “trash”.  They simply needed to find a loving home.  And they did!

 

Birds of a Feather…

Birds of a Feather...

…get along quite nicely, even on their first encounter.

This is evident from this photo of Patrick and his brand new friend at Busch Gardens. Each was inquisitive of the other and openly met without fear.

To me it was an act of sheer bravery and a little too up close and personal, if you get my drift.

So, as the two smiled for the camera, I cowered in fear in this outdoor but enclosed (with me in it) aviary. Which meant, of course, that all species flocked directly to me and around me. Yikes.

There was a lesson that day about the innocence of not being afraid.  Learning it this way to me, though, is for the birds 🙂

 

Spiros Pasadena Produce and Deli

007Well, I couldn’t pass up this photo opportunity. And neither will you be able to pass up the delectable desserts that are sure to tempt you at this produce market and deli specializing in Greek cuisine. These Pastas (Greek for cakes) have become a personal favorite. There is even one called Baklava Pasta. Speaking of baklava, there is plenty of that, along with other incredibly wonderful bakery choices. Not that I love the stuff or anything…….

A Taste of Thailand

A Taste of Thailand

A few days ago I visited Thailand – for about an hour. Really. At least it felt as if I were in Thailand. And the dinner I enjoyed proved it. Everywhere I looked, including on my dinner plate, I was surrounded by colorful, beautiful things. Lanna Thai Restaurant, actually, is where I was.

The best part of all this: An hour at this delightful little slice of Thailand led to an indulgence of a luscious American Hot Fudge Sundae. Travel time – why, only minutes right down the road.

I can’t document Eat, Pray, Love travels across continents. I can (and do), though, eat my way there.

Greece a few days ago.

Thailand soon thereafter.

Who knows where I will go today.

Do NOT beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts at Spiros

Sample View of Wide Selection of Imported Olive Oils

Sample View of Wide Selection of Imported Olive Oils

 

It does pay to pay attention.  Today, as I have for nearly a decade, I purchased fresh vegetables at Spiros Pasadena Produce and Deli, a local market and restaurant, with Greek cuisine a specialty.  Never, though, did I buy my olive oil there.  It just never occurred to me.

In a more inquisitive mood than usual, I paid more attention to all the items in the market.  I found to my surprise an amazing price for their olive oil.  It is at least several dollars cheaper than the supermarket’s brands, including generic ones.  It is a “product of Greece” as stated on the label.  Because of the other wonderful delights and good prices here that I had come to value, the reasonable cost of this olive oil was a “gift” I was thrilled to accept.

There are many wonderful and tempting delights in this market.   Even soaps and skin care products.  When I started to drool over  the newest line of desserts, “Pastas” (Greek word for cakes), I bolted quickly, aware of my goal – for this day at least – to eat healthy.

Moral of the story:  When you’ve saved $ shopping, and you’ve eaten healthy to boot, rewarding yourself with one of those yummy desserts is perfectly acceptable (tomorrow).

* SEE ALSO March 1, 2013

Mom Tribute

Beautiful memories do not fade but become brighter and clearer……

To my mother, who passed on in 1993:

MOM

Mom Tribute

I wonder where you are, Mom

on this ordinary day

I know it’s not your birthday

but special anyway

surely you’re in Heaven

to radiate your love

it’s shining all around us

like sparkles from above.

the quietness about you

while you were here on earth

speaks loudly now in silence

like a clear serene rebirth.

your partner-Dad-our father

was the chaos, fun and spark

your gentle strength it was, though

that shone when skies were dark.

you picked up all the pieces

each time our lives were broken

and put things back together

with strength and words unspoken.

you always were a lady

with beauty and with grace

and a Fortitude of Spirit

that belied that pretty face.

when we’re able to continue

though to give up we’d prefer

is when we lift our eyes up

to your Spirit we defer.

you’re still our source of courage

in a non-flamboyant way

your inner strength we honor

on this ordinary day.

                                                                                        © 1998 Deborah McCarthy

I’ll get by with a little Hug from my friend

Best Friends

Helen and Kathryn

Best friends:

~ can meet at any age

~ are especially beautiful as children

~ exhibit Love as a two way street

~ share everything.  Celebrating new beginnings on birthdays is especially sweet.

~ forgive easily

~ learn from each other

~ can be of any age, denomination, affiliation or gender

     ~ (family make the very best friends)

~ inspire others to Love

Yours Truly Spa Treatments

The last I checked, I could have bought a few pounds of chocolates for the money I spent on a manicure and/or pedicure. Added over the months and years, well, I could own my own Chocolate factory and Chocolate Shoppe (and afford a personal nutritionist, dietician and liposuction surgeon).

Seriously, though, painting finger and toe nails myself is easy (my 7 year old granddaughter can do it), quick (essentials handy right in your own home), and effective (A pedicurist once said about my own work, “This looks like mine.”) Lastly, it is cheap! Compare the prices and longevity of a bottle of polish, one of polish remover, and some cotton balls to a trip to a professional spa. If you want to get really fancy, throw in some other handy gadgets like pumice stones – heck, even, a mini foot spa for the home – and still make your comparison.

..about massages, that’s a tricky one.