Weblog 273
May 8, 2011~ 12:15 am
'Tis the time to salute the MOMS out there, each every single one of 'em!
All I have to do is think back to my own childhood, thinking of my mother who is now nearly ninety-one years old, and I remember what it felt like to walk home from school for lunch and catch the smell of french toast wafting out of the kitchen vent on the side of the house and tantalizing me totally. (Or grilled cheese. Or a hot gravy sandwich from the pot roast the night before. Then to enter and find someone who was REALLY INTERESTED in me, who fed and clothed and taught me each and every day, and what a wonderful feeling of security that was!) It was being loved. Being.. special to someone.
I remember 'good smells' that I connect with my mother quite vividly. Clorox bleach and laundry soap. Bacon frying. The sweet heat-smell of the iron on clean clothes, and the ever-present 'Wrigley's Spearmint Gum', the sticks always torn in half --and the Avon 'Skin So Soft' she poured into my bathwater. How vivid, how 'lump-in-the-throat-making' it is for me.
Mom was the last person in the bedroom at night to sprinkle me with 'holy water' from an old glass pop bottle painted silver with a kind of 'salt shaker' top, with her head in pin curls, checking to see that everyone was tucked in tight-- then the lights flicked off, the sheets she'd hung on the outdoor line making love to my little girl nose. I remember.
For all the 'Mother Night Angels' out there.....thank you. Thanks for all the hugs and the checking and fretting, the cooking and cleaning, the praying and scolding. Thanks Moms. You do a helluva job.
This past week has been monopolized with catching up at work and then coming home and still trying to find out why it is I cannot get into Blogger by the ordinary means. It's a computer puzzle so naturally I'm obsessed. I can make any sort of promise to myself to just STOP IT!--- but I won't. I'll tinker until it's solved or I break something completely, that's just me. After nearly 60 years, I do understand that about myself.
This was also a week of heart surgeries. Both for my daughter's father-in-law Jim, and a newly-retired co-worker's husband. BOTH (thank God!) turned out well, and the two fellas are recuperating nicely.
Hearts are the body's main engine and sometimes they take some pretty tricky fine-tuning. (Mine flutters and flops and skips and shivers..... lord knows what might be going on in there, but I'm the sort stays MILES away from doctors and the only thing that drives me there is out and out pain) --but preventive stuff, never. I'll probably pay for that eventually, but as much as I love life, I also realize the how diminished physically and mentally most folks become in old age, so when I'm tempted to think I should fine tune and maintain, I remember that and God help me, I say- "Why?" LOL. (That's 'me' too.)
So 'Happy Mother's Day' you ladies out there. Prop your feet up. Let the little ones 'suck up' like mad and grab every picked posie and accolade you can. You deserve it. A hundredfold and more.
I'll be picking my mother up at 3:30 and driving to my sister's for dinner. A nice intimate meal with mum, Kathy, and my brother in law Bob. I look forward to it because, man-- she's a really good cook and the company will be intimate and welcome. Hope your Sunday is half as pleasant.
We're into May now and maybe some flowers (if they don't out and out drown from all this rain) -spring is here but pretty pale so far. My buttercups are up and my azalea bush is trying to push out buds, but it's duel with the occasional frost. (Yes.....still.) What crazy seasons we've had! (And summer is sure to crush me, I just know it.)
May 13, 2011~ 6:15 pm
OOPS!
It seems that Blogger had some MAJOR PROBLEMS this week, culminating in a total blackout for 20+ hours on May 12th due to some code corruption during a big-assed update. The blogging community went nuts.
(Think: babies without their bottles.) LOL!!!
Since this old gal hasn't been able to access Blogger except through a proxy these past couple of weeks, it was no skin off my butt, merely a hint of things to come.
(Oh lord...... I do predict Blogger's trying to morph into one of those 'constant-contact social sites' in fear they're missing out on the traffic and the big buck revenues from visitors' clicks and advertizing. That's really too bad.)
I may at some point have to migrate to Wordpress if the fancy code and javascript becomes inpenetrable with my machine, and I'd hoped that wouldn't happen, but guess what? It's already happening.
I'll continue soldiering on here for as long as I can until that day arrives when I can't get in--- no way, no how.
One thing I know for sure-- I'll not allow technology to FORCE me into upgrading anything. I'll find a way around it until I have no choice but to pull the plug. It's served as a fine way to share things that interest me and to diarize a bit, but I can live without it. (I'm not a kid born into this computer age: it will always be a pleasant 'gadget' to me, but not my right arm.) And not who I am, and hey, there's always pen and paper.... and books to read. Yes! Remember those?
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'Tis the time to salute the MOMS out there, each every single one of 'em!
All I have to do is think back to my own childhood, thinking of my mother who is now nearly ninety-one years old, and I remember what it felt like to walk home from school for lunch and catch the smell of french toast wafting out of the kitchen vent on the side of the house and tantalizing me totally. (Or grilled cheese. Or a hot gravy sandwich from the pot roast the night before. Then to enter and find someone who was REALLY INTERESTED in me, who fed and clothed and taught me each and every day, and what a wonderful feeling of security that was!) It was being loved. Being.. special to someone.
I remember 'good smells' that I connect with my mother quite vividly. Clorox bleach and laundry soap. Bacon frying. The sweet heat-smell of the iron on clean clothes, and the ever-present 'Wrigley's Spearmint Gum', the sticks always torn in half --and the Avon 'Skin So Soft' she poured into my bathwater. How vivid, how 'lump-in-the-throat-making' it is for me.
Mom was the last person in the bedroom at night to sprinkle me with 'holy water' from an old glass pop bottle painted silver with a kind of 'salt shaker' top, with her head in pin curls, checking to see that everyone was tucked in tight-- then the lights flicked off, the sheets she'd hung on the outdoor line making love to my little girl nose. I remember.
For all the 'Mother Night Angels' out there.....thank you. Thanks for all the hugs and the checking and fretting, the cooking and cleaning, the praying and scolding. Thanks Moms. You do a helluva job.
This past week has been monopolized with catching up at work and then coming home and still trying to find out why it is I cannot get into Blogger by the ordinary means. It's a computer puzzle so naturally I'm obsessed. I can make any sort of promise to myself to just STOP IT!--- but I won't. I'll tinker until it's solved or I break something completely, that's just me. After nearly 60 years, I do understand that about myself.
This was also a week of heart surgeries. Both for my daughter's father-in-law Jim, and a newly-retired co-worker's husband. BOTH (thank God!) turned out well, and the two fellas are recuperating nicely.
Hearts are the body's main engine and sometimes they take some pretty tricky fine-tuning. (Mine flutters and flops and skips and shivers..... lord knows what might be going on in there, but I'm the sort stays MILES away from doctors and the only thing that drives me there is out and out pain) --but preventive stuff, never. I'll probably pay for that eventually, but as much as I love life, I also realize the how diminished physically and mentally most folks become in old age, so when I'm tempted to think I should fine tune and maintain, I remember that and God help me, I say- "Why?" LOL. (That's 'me' too.)
So 'Happy Mother's Day' you ladies out there. Prop your feet up. Let the little ones 'suck up' like mad and grab every picked posie and accolade you can. You deserve it. A hundredfold and more.
I'll be picking my mother up at 3:30 and driving to my sister's for dinner. A nice intimate meal with mum, Kathy, and my brother in law Bob. I look forward to it because, man-- she's a really good cook and the company will be intimate and welcome. Hope your Sunday is half as pleasant.
We're into May now and maybe some flowers (if they don't out and out drown from all this rain) -spring is here but pretty pale so far. My buttercups are up and my azalea bush is trying to push out buds, but it's duel with the occasional frost. (Yes.....still.) What crazy seasons we've had! (And summer is sure to crush me, I just know it.)
May 13, 2011~ 6:15 pm
It seems that Blogger had some MAJOR PROBLEMS this week, culminating in a total blackout for 20+ hours on May 12th due to some code corruption during a big-assed update. The blogging community went nuts.
Since this old gal hasn't been able to access Blogger except through a proxy these past couple of weeks, it was no skin off my butt, merely a hint of things to come.
(Oh lord...... I do predict Blogger's trying to morph into one of those 'constant-contact social sites' in fear they're missing out on the traffic and the big buck revenues from visitors' clicks and advertizing. That's really too bad.)
I may at some point have to migrate to Wordpress if the fancy code and javascript becomes inpenetrable with my machine, and I'd hoped that wouldn't happen, but guess what? It's already happening.
I'll continue soldiering on here for as long as I can until that day arrives when I can't get in--- no way, no how.
One thing I know for sure-- I'll not allow technology to FORCE me into upgrading anything. I'll find a way around it until I have no choice but to pull the plug. It's served as a fine way to share things that interest me and to diarize a bit, but I can live without it. (I'm not a kid born into this computer age: it will always be a pleasant 'gadget' to me, but not my right arm.) And not who I am, and hey, there's always pen and paper.... and books to read. Yes! Remember those?
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