The Tiny Space I Can Control

The thoughts we have to think.

Jan Wilberg's avatarRed's Wrap

I’m beginning to understand why my mother spent so much time pulling weeds.

She pulled weeds in the noonday summer sun. She wore shorts and an elastic halter top, her clip-on sunglasses and sometimes a visor, not always. She waited for it to be hot. It had to be broiling. That’s when she ventured out, sat on our concrete driveway and inched herself down one side and then the other. It was the weeds that grew between the edge of the lawn and the driveway that were her focus.

And she really did focus. Thinking back, she almost seemed hypnotized by the task of pulling the weeds as if pulling weeds was a place she was going rather than a task she was doing.

It took her all afternoon to pull the weeds. And then, I suppose, she had to wait for them to grow back.

For a long…

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Again, Dammit

Again Americans
mourn the deaths of
those lost to
gun violence.

Again politicians
offer their thoughts
and prayers and
meaningless
platitudes
whilst simultaneously
pocketing what can only be
described as
blood money
courtesy of the
National Rifle
Association.

Again mothers mourn
the loss of children
and children mourn
the loss of parents
while those
lacking in
humanity worry that
Obama’s gonna
confiscate their
fucking
guns.

Don’t talk to
me of prayers on
one hand
and praise
guns on the
other.
Your hypocrisy
is exceeded
only by your
utter lack of
compassion.

Have Cat; Will Travel

Patches thinks I’ve been gone too much:

Maybe next time I’ll take her along.

 

Once and Future Flowers

I found these lurking in my front yard.   
The best thing about photographing flowers is that, for the most part, they remain stationary.   
And they never blink or need their makeup refreshed. 

 And they make me happy. We need more happy.

Peace, people!

Poured

POURED

poured the cabernet then poured out my heart
tongue loosened by a crush of grapes
uncorked, unbottled, unstoppered
all the metaphors for letting go

once begun there was no cessation
only an endless stream of oak-tinted red fueling grief-stricken confidences

three glasses in, laughter trickles from somewhere
i never knew there was a spider’s web in the lower left chamber of my heart, but hilarity precedes sadness and another pour goes ’round

spin little spider, spin.

SUMMER TIPS TO SAVE YOUR SANITY

Fun ideas!

beeorganizedwithpamela's avatarlearn4understanding

Let’s get organized for summer.

Kiddos are home all day. Out of school what is a mom to do?

Maybe I can help by sharing some useless trivial knowledge that you might find is not so useless after all.

  • Drive in movie night.
    • Take a TV & DVD Player outside. You can throw Blankets on the ground; Mom and Dad may want comfy lawn chairs. Let the kids bring out their beanbag chairs outside.
    • Set up your own concession stand with drinks, make popcorn and grab a pizza. (Don’t forget flashlights.)
    • Make it a triple feature. A fun animated one for the little’s, then one for the Tweens & one for Mom and Dad.
    • You can put the little’s to bed or just let them crash in the yard.
    • One person suggested piling a blow up pool with blankets and pillows. That sounds so fun
  • Visit the fire station. You…

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Slow Dancing

Put my head on your shoulder
This feels so right
You don’t like to dance,
But maybe you might
Enjoy holding me close
While shuffling our feet
Kissing during the refrain
More on the downbeat.
I love you so much
That I forgot how to dance
That’s the truest love
The biggest romance.
But sometimes I wish
That you’d welcome the chance
To take me in your arms
And initiate the dance.

Parade

I wrote this nearly a year ago. It’s one of my favorites. Be sure to click on the link.

She sat on the tailgate of an old green Ford, her narrow denim clad hips wedged between an Igloo cooler and a box of faded red rags. Old scuffed boots swinging. The whoop whoop of a siren heralded …

Source: Parade

Posing Naked

A chance to pose naked
at my age
at this size!
what a concept
an opportunity to wag
my fifty-nine
year old ass at the
Republican National
Convention.
Take that Mr. Trump.

  
http://huff.to/27hGvFG

Don’t worry, I won’t take part in the great nude-in. Or will I? No, no, no. Butt….😉

Peace, people!

Random Disney Pictures

I snapped quite a few pictures at Disneyworld this week. Some were even worth sharing!

These were from the ¡Vamos! parade as we entered the Magic Kingdom on Saturday morning.

  
    
    
    

I took these two at The Art of Animation resort where my niece and her family stayed. I have no idea who the child is in the second picture, but he loves Mater!
    

I finally posed with someone who made me feel dainty and attractive. And nervous!
 

Turtle is still prettier than me. Sigh.  
At my hotel there were reminders of my childhood.  
Every now and then these guys at Art of Animation would squawk. Scared me the first time. 

  If I’d taken a photo of every beautiful flower on the Disney properties I’d never have gotten past the front gates. 

  
 
This playground structure looked like a human heart. Apparently it was a coral reef. Who knew they were so similar?  
 I’m home now, but apparently traveled “to infinity and beyond!”  
Peace, people!