Sometimes it’s nice to lighten up and relax especially sailing into a cool weekend. No heavy thinking, writing or mind stomping. I don’t know about you, but watching an old Britcom while pushing on a damn elliptical that resembles Satan with exceptionally long black twisting horns does a heart glad. I’d like to share a few humorous lines I enjoyed this morning while sweating. In the situation comedy Keeping Up Appearances (Season 1, Episode 7) two married characters are having a conversation in bed.
Daisy- “We hardly have any conversation these days. Even when we make love you rarely speak to me, especially when we make love you rarely speak to me.”
Onslow- “You think doing two things at once is a formula for success?”
Daisy- “It’s just, at times like that, a woman likes a little confirmation that there’s actually somebody there.”
Onslow- “It’s that memorable is it?”
a silly graphic from last year-thank you
returning from a school drop
two older gals
walking, striding, smiling
yea, it’s shining
not as brightly as these two powder-fresh sprites
their white Sketchers impossibly polished
like their well-seasoned eyes
almost see facial twinkling from my car
I’ve lowered speed
crawling my Ford tires
slow the rushing axles
beaming at these living cherubs
while I sing along with Sirius ’70’s
wouldn’t you know
you sexy thing
too freakin’ perfect
exuberant I’ve grown while observing these fine ladies
damn, still buckled in
I wanna get out and dance
stride step with these great smiling ladies
I picture them shakin’
moving their tried and true derriéres like they were 25
and in their minds, they still are
easy to deduce by their meandering glitter trail
I bet these 2 beauties were live wires
the kind that stretched and sprang back
knocking all them young lads for a loop
and a tongue tie
with their bedazzling smiles
and fine fighting features
you go girls!
you sexy things!
even more perfect ’cause I love hot chocolate especially after wine;)
out the kitchen window
little prodigious noise makers
mustering their gumption
marshaling silken feathers
willing to tap the sky
drum wing beats on blues wind
a small hole
window to the world
a movie trailer sans surround sound
until this moment
and here I am cursing under my breath
gotta get on that damn elliptical
a carload of young men
shop the mall with a teenager
I want to draw, have to write
damn, look at them
eyeing the planet for the first time
virgin voyeurs of earth
fluttering onto the pooped deck
hopping like a freak club dancer
shit, I’m wasting time
but how often
do you bear witness
to life’s entrance
I glue my antsy feet
I’m egging her on
there she goes
lands on the glass table
a venerable Rockefeller skater
those twig legs glide on sandy ice
hop, skip, jumped onto a nearby tree
the little crapper on the pooped deck follows her lead
two new babies shaking up the leafy world
hanging with its mouth agape crying for more food
okay, I watched
I satiated my mother guilt observing the little miracle
I know I can write about this later, good for something
no more action coming from the hole
show is over
two newbies out to rock terra firma
I wonder how the fourth would have grown
a few days ago
I picked up a little broken body off the table top
she was not a skater
maybe a dreamer
well, I don’t want to think about this anymore
there is an elliptical that must be dealt with
pushups to be cursed through
a giant son and equally large friends to bring places
a daughter to shop with
there is a small window
a baby might look through
crashing the world party
There is a pool I go to early Thursday mornings with my mom. The pool is crystal. He is a beautiful blue like my mother in moonlight. We swim, jogging across the earth only wetter. Millie wears funny goggles not as large as Snoopy’s but funny just the same. The blue lenses match the water and when she goes beneath the surface half her face disappears. We had to make a no laughing rule, because I swallow too much water. She thinks I’ll sink like a stone if I suck up the entire pool out of happiness. And Rita swims to the right on mornings Millie and I don’t get a proper lane to share, because the dude who can do twenty butterflies across the pool and the flip thing at the end of each lap (I think he’s showing off for us old gals) grabs a lane early as does the gorgeous, petite Asian woman with the flawless skin. Rita, I adore. She wears a white bathing cap with flowers like Esther Williams and when she smiles, I swear the flowers change color and grow a little. Water is kind to Rita. To all the ladies. He’s a charming fellow gently embracing their bodies. He grants them a weightlessness that time steals once they ascend those metal steps. He is the lover. We love him. How kind, the pain floats away for awhile. Every brash sound in the world seems to disappear when he whispers bubble mumble into our ears. So we all will keep at loving him. And he will always remember when they wore deep red lipstick and used their mouths well. Now, his formal rectangle with proper scrubbed edges tends and respects our lady-ness like back in that day, when gents tipped their fedoras and newsboy caps to beautiful Millie and flower-capped Rita.
These words were inspired today while early swimming with my beautiful mother in a crystal blue pool. I was reflecting on my new age of 53 (technically not 53 until May 20th;)) and thinking how I don’t care much (can’t say completely because that would be a lie) mostly because I’m blessed to have Millie and Billy for as long as I can keep them. I hope to enjoy every precious perfect and imperfect moment with my parents. Thank you.
The art was created last year – hey, it was either the mermaid or a fish:)
We begin each year with promise. We end each year with hope. And in between we live. For me 2014 consisted of 365 attempts – some successes, some failures – to find daily fulfillment. The last months were wrapped in family, friends and food. I’d like to share a quick reel of my recent holiday season with you. Feel free to hum, The Twelve Days of Christmas while viewing.
My holiday season began with Thanksgivingpalooza (5 days of family, food, fun and shopping, did I say food) –
Delicate daughter posed like a Christmas Tree, free of charge, for her mom’s art –
Dealt with holiday shopping exhaustion –
Shared big son’s wrestling moments –
Rocky the Shepherd and yours truly, tried shedding T’day pounds before Christmas –
Made holiday decorations using fruit mailer packaging –
Attempted snapping Xmas photo with all subjects cooperating –
‘Christmas Eve-ing’ at The Roselli’s – Manjia!
A few Roselli’s and attachments (more were hiding in other rooms) –
Dessert, dessert, did I say dessert… –
Elf on Shelf terrified Rocky the Fierce –
Waited for Santa or wanted to draw yellow snow angels (they’re creative) –
Big son went missing when Santa showed up (He still admits nothing) –
Tried lifting away Christmas pounds before New Year’s –
Laughed in the New Year with family & friends –
The giant husband can still hear my voice above the din of the crowd –
Right eyebrow arched high, fist supported chin, sleep was not far behind –
After the 2015 New Year’s ball lands, we begin the wait for mall Santa’s return –
Hopefully Mojo the Dachshund will divulge where he hid Elf on the Shelf before next Christmas –
We breathe a moment while peering out the window –
and look to the stars –
and take comfort in knowing they’ll shine no matter the time of year.
Dream well 2014.
Thank you. Here’s to dreaming your 2015 hopes into reality.
And don’t forget to start polishing up those Valentines 😉
Yesterday after watching the big son’s wrestling tournament, then returning home to a messy house, I did nothing. The icy rain allowed a guilt-free couch plopping session. My family ate frozen pizza.
Today the big son has day two of his wrestling tournament. The delicate daughter goes to work in the early afternoon. The giant husband plans to start working down his winter ‘to do’ list. Rocky the Shepherd and Mojo the Dachshund will get their outdoor exercise. I must empty the fridge of all holiday food remnants then fill it with resolution food after grocery shopping. I’ll take down Christmas and all its trappings. I will return to my studio in the evening and mentally prepare for a new work week. Laundry must also be done or my family will travel naked tomorrow.
This morning I find myself struggling to ignite my New Year’s resolve. I’m fighting the ennui smothering my warm slippered feet. Sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee, the Christmas Tree taunts me while nearby wildlife drawings stare at me. My eyes begin focusing.
AnnMarie, wildlife doesn’t feel sorry for itself. Wildlife doesn’t put on slippers and ‘veg.’ Wildlife pushes through each day until physically unable.
Today, I resolve to embody the wildlife spirit – to live without complaint, to care for my young without issue, to live each day as if it’s the one I must get through to see tomorrow. Today I resolve to be as wise as wildlife.
Thank you. May you dream of accomplishing your resolutions…
Staring Gorilla created in 2008
The giant husband and I walked through 2014 summer nights. Now, with another educational season upon us and its accompanying lunacy, we’ve altered our exercise routine. Our sneaker feet have shifted to 5 AM. It was a little strange at first: the quiet of our home, the blackened windows, and the silence of the street save our morning conversations spoken in hushed tones.
Early AM before too many electric lights interfere, the liquid sky is like indigo wine and the stars vibrate like golden glass. I’m embarrassed to say I’d forgotten the exquisite beauty of the stars. So many stars, so many constellations I don’t know the names of… I promised myself to never forget the sky’s treasures again. They are worth drinking in and wishing upon.
Thank you. May you dream bathed in star glow and powdered with dream dust…
I usually leave movie reviews to the pros, but this movie is too precious not to share. If the sweltering summer is getting to you and you’re in dire need of poignant humor, I highly recommend Run Fat Boy Run. I was surprised to learn this movie was directed by David Schwimmer of Friends fame. It stars Simon Pegg and is an endearing comedy with sweet emotional moments. As an added bonus, this darling cinematic piece inspires as well. It makes one want to tie up the old, dusty Converse and ‘just do it’ (or is that Nike’s old slogan :-)). I’ve been working out to Run Fat Boy Run’s soundtrack which is equally entertaining and motivating. A lyrical snippet from the Story Problem song, by The Envy Corps inspired ‘Movies in My Eyes’ guy –
Thank you and goodnight. May warm-hearted laughter fill your dreams…