Peace, people.
Remembrance
Peace, people.
Hall of Fame Material
Snapshot #25
I believe this one should be called, “Damned Straight!”
The Colt’s Concern
Photographic art by Julie Powell
The Colt’s Concern
Words by Leslie Noyes
I had a dream last night of galloping like the wind, of leaving your warm side and running with new friends.
Scary, it was, yet exhilarating, too, the further I ran the harder it was to find my way back to you.
You dreamed, my colt, of life as it should someday be. The time will come when you no longer have a need for me.
How will I know when the time is right to strike out on my own, a colt no more, instead a mighty stallion?
There’ll surely be false starts before you venture out; that day’s not set in stone, and we’re never free from doubt.
If it’s all the same to you, I’ll hang out here awhile longer, let my legs lengthen and my heart beat stronger.
Sweet son, stay until you’re ready in your body and your soul. I will gladly keep you close and proudly watch you grow.
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Snapshot #24
Our younger cat, Patches, refuses to step on the fuzzy rug in our den, but she loves to perch on the bolster we use to stretch out our backs. This snapshot is called, “Patches’s Aversion to Fuzz.”
Havana Shopping, Part 2
The Shoppes at Havana Trading Company in Havana, FL, is a fun place to spend a couple of hours. Around every corner one can find something to delight: candles, clothing, tea, antiques, and that’s just for starters.
When I visited yesterday I met Melba Ginsberg, the manager of Melba’s Cafe, and Karyn Burke, the owner of the “Broken Shell Boutique” a purveyor of beachy eclectica. The Broken Shell is just one of many wonderful shops inside The Shoppes at Havana Trading Company.
In her shop Karyn sells everything a displaced beach bum might need: sandals, beach towels, stationery, jewelry, fragrances for body and home, and candles among other things. Mermaids are welcome there, so I felt right at home.
Obviously I wasn’t the only shopper yesterday, so rather than monopolize Karyn’s time I wandered about The Shoppes and snapped some photos.
I hope these photos make you want to pay a visit to The Shoppes at Havana Trading Company. I’m ready to go back!
Peace, people!
Inertia
Inertia: Watching the golf channel all day because it was what Studly had the tv tuned to last night before we went to bed, even though the remote is literally touching my elbow.
The Lasting Memory of Exclusion
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The sting is at once startling and searing.
At first, you think. this isn’t what’s happening. You’re misinterpreting what you see. And then it hits you. You’re being purposely excluded. Those girls are crossing the street to avoid you. You think you’re imagining something but you know you’re not. It’s real.
It happened to me in high school. When I went to California for a two week visit, I had a best friend, the same best friend I’d had for years. When I came home, she had left me. She said I was ‘different’ but never explained what that meant. I puzzled over this and thought it might be true. The trip was the first time I’d flown anywhere and I went by myself, hunched in the window seat, face up against the glass the entire way. I’d never seen things from that high up. In L.A, my sister handed me the keys to her…
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Havana Shopping, Part 1
I discovered a gem of a cafe today– Melba’s Place inside The Shoppes of Havana Trading Company just down the road from Doright Manor in Havana, Florida.
Manager Melba Ginsberg mixes up a mean chicken salad. I had the “Dilly Dally” salad. Oh. My. Goodness. It was so fresh and delicious I darn near swooned.
I tried a sample of “The Coronation” and found it equally tasty, but I might have a an addiction to dill. I’d start looking for a Dill Anon group, but I’m not ready to give it up.
While I was making a fool of myself inhaling “Dilly Dally” Melba and I visited about her early life in Florida. She was born in South Georgianot far from Havana, but her family moved to the Lake Okeechobee area when she was a child. She grew up in a small town where she was a majorette in the marching band.
Melba told me that when she went to choose an instrument from the band room (everyone had to play an instrument) only the bass drum and baritone remained. Melba isn’t very tall and I giggled imagining her toting around the big bass drum. She chose the baritone, though, which isn’t that much smaller, and played it in concert band.
Melba now finds herself near the place of her birth having returned to the area to be close to her daughter. On a visit here Melba’s daughter fell in so in love with Havana that she opened a business here, The Shoppes at Havana Trading Company.
I took way too many photos of The Shoppes to put into one post, so I’ll continue this later, but check them out online in the meantime. And if you live anywhere near Havana, The Shoppes are well worth a trip.
If I held my breath just right and chanted in the proper key maybe this link will provide more information.
@ShoppesHTC
If not, here’s Melba’s card, charmingly posed on my denim covered thigh. This is a fancy blog, don’t you know.
Melba’s cafe features heavenly ice cream, too! I had a scoop of caramel sea salt. So much for my diet.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 