Have You Ever Wondered?

Sometimes I wonder about things… No, not things like… where I put the car keys or why there is one shoe sitting in the middle of the freeway. Although I will admit I have thought about how a person could lose a shoe there of all places.

No… I’m talking about wondering about the deep mysteries of life. I had one of those moments a couple of weeks ago.

WASD message machine

I walked into the kitchen as the phone blinked at me announcing we had 37 messages. (We get a lot of robo calls that are only hang ups but they still register.) And then I wondered… how many messages would our dinosaur machine record before maxing out?

Oh yeah….Challenge accepted!!! And on Monday we discovered the old machine could hold 98 messages!!! It hasn’t changed my life much except that now I know it takes a long time to delete them. The dinosaur says it must tell me the day and time of each before I can press delete 3-4 times to erase it. I will now stay on top of that chore.

I know this may not be the norm for some but…

I am easily entertained, so I’ve got that going for me.

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I also wonder why some people can have weird obsessions. I’m not obsessed with neatness, or exercise, or coffee. (okay, I lied about the coffee) But for some reason I’ve become fanatic about April… the giraffe, not the month.

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Even April is wondering when this baby is coming out.

It has been a month since the birth of her baby was announced as “any time now”.

And in that time I’ve become invested in her well-being and check on her while having my morning coffee, a couple of times during the day and before bedtime. She seems to ignore me and my greetings but then she is pacing around packing a six-foot 150 pound baby so I’ll give her a pass.

Mr.P thinks I’m a little nuts but hey… he married me. Who’s the nut now!!!

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A few weeks ago we received our mail wrapped in a note from our mail/man/woman/carrier. (‘carrier’ is my least favorite because it sounds like a disease is being delivered). The note was from Larry announcing his retirement.

And I wondered… After 30 years how much does Larry know about our family.

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This is not really Larry.

Oh My… that’s kind of a scary thought.

Larry had been opening and closing our mailbox since the boys were in high school. He saw our bills and Christmas cards, delivered birthday greetings, late notices (only a couple), insurance claims, wedding invitations, government communications and hearing aid ads. However, he was at his best when  delivering me presents from Amazon.

I wonder if Larry misses us? I wonder if Larry lost his shoe in the middle of the freeway as he hurried out of town on the way to retirement.

I’ll have to wonder about that shoe later because it’s time from my nightly visit with April.

Until next time…

cheers

Wear Green or Else…

WASD march 17 calendar March the 17th. Sleep the 18th.

…the only old groaner joke I remember from growing up.

…and from Alexa this morning… Another groaner.

Why can’t you borrow money from a Leprechaun? Because they are always a little short.

When I was teaching this would be a “Green Eggs and Ham” day. The kids loved it. It was tradition.

When I was growing up it was “Wear Green or Get Pinched Day”. Some of us loved it more than others. It was tradition.

I don’t remember my arm ever breaking or being bruised from a pinch or two, or three, or four. But the rules of personal space have changed and with it the challenge of hiding the green you wore so you could double pinch back. …and the tradition fades.

And finally, grab a Guinness and join a St. Patty’s Day sing-a-long…

The Leprechaun Brothers from the Muppets!

 Hope your day is filled with Green  Wonderfulness

…and until next time…

green beer cheers

Two Weeks And Still…

Life can change in the blink of an eye… without notice our worlds can be turned upside down and inside out.

And sometimes two weeks can pass without any change at all. Nothing.

Maybe you’ve noticed…

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April… looking mighty tired.

April is STILL pregnant. She paces her pen. Oliver, next door, paces around also. April gets tired and awkwardly sits down. (I find this hard to watch. There is a six-foot animal inside her. That HAS  to hurt.)

I only check in on her occasionally anymore. For me the thrill and excitement of this blessed event is waning, allowing my mind to wander. (I’m easily distracted.) A couple of days ago while I had the live cam on, she (April) nervously paced, stopped, raised her tail. I sensed this was it. (They said her tail would go straight out when the baby came out.) I watched intently as… she pooped.

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Stone Church update

And STILL the Stone Church puzzle is not done. We started this thing sometime in January thinking we’d be done by the end of that month. Didn’t happen. New goal: February 14th. Didn’t happen. Next goal February 28th. Didn’t happen. Our next goal is March 17th. If we don’t get it done by then the next goal will be… before we DIE!

Although Mr.P and I are getting tired of eating every meal squished together at the end of the dinner table there is something that kicks in that refuses to let us quit.

Will another puzzle come out after this one?  Not on your life!

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And time STILL moves faster than me. I’m noticing that chores I think will take five minutes takes me ten or fifteen. Not sure if it’s that I’m getting slower or more easily distracted. Perhaps I’ve perfected my procrastination skills. Or just maybe I’m running on “April Time”… I’ll get around to it when I get around to it.

That baby giraffe has to come out sometime…

Until next time…

cheers

April & Oliver Are Having A Baby

I didn’t know April or Oliver before yesterday and now I’m all caught up in their lives…

Wednesday afternoon around 5pm I decided to check Facebook (where people with lives put them on display.) I came across a live feed of a giraffe giving birth. Okay, not actually giving birth at the moment, but as the header read: “Giraffe expected to give birth at any moment”.

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Say Hello to April

Well, shoot, can’t miss something as exciting as this so I continued to watch with 16,700 other people who I’m sure were just as fascinated to see a baby giraffe born. I mean, these babies are six feet tall at birth. That in itself is amazing.

I watched the Mama Giraffe (found out her name is April) pace around her stall looking quite uncomfortable. I watched long enough for my iPad to tell me it needed an energy drink or be sorry. That was my nudge to take a break from April watching to fix dinner, clean the kitchen, put a couple of puzzle pieces in, (same puzzle, still not done) and do a little quilting before checking Facebook one more time for the evening.

It was now 11:15pm and up pops the live cam. Same message: “Giraffe to give birth at any moment.”  (It was late but still 1, 700 people were waiting and watching.)

April continues to pace around her stall. She appears exhausted. (And yes, I can tell when a giraffe is exhausted.) She gives up and sits down awkwardly. (Boy do I remember that feeling.) I have no idea how she is going to get back up.

In the stall next to her is Dad. His name is Oliver. They live in the Animal Adventure Park (somewhere) in New York. My guess is that she is mentally cussing out Oliver who I assume is having a pretty good nights sleep.

And that’s what I need so off to bed I go wishing all the best to the happy couple.

Fast forward to Thursday (today)… It is now noon here in the Pacific Northwest. (3pm on the East Coast) and… you guessed it… The live cam of April is still there with the message: “Giraffe to give birth at any moment”. She is sitting again. Stretching her neck and looking over at Oliver sitting on the other side of the wall. (Probably too tired to cuss at him now.)

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If you want to see the happy couple yourself, click here for the YouTube feed. But be forewarned, they are addicting.

In case anyone is wondering. Under the YouTube feed there is some interesting April and Oliver Giraffe facts. At least they were interesting to me, but hey, I’m easily entertained…

Go April !!!

Until next time…

cheers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am NOT Bored

Rain is falling. It’s warm… in the 40’s.

Soon the sun will shine and outdoor activities (mostly the weeds) will call LOUDLY to come out and play. But until then I have some things to do. Lots and lots of things… It’s a good thing I’m excellent at multi-tasking.

This is a brain in multi-tasking mode.

Womens brain

I have lots of interests. Often I find things to be interested in that I didn’t know I was going to be interested in. Some of those have fallen off the must-do list because of age or laziness. Others have lasted a lifetime…

Books… Some would call me a book hoarder. But readers must have something to read besides the back of a cereal box. Somehow I have amassed approximately 350-400 books (between the book shelves and kindle) in my to-be-read pile. (The city library has nothing on me.) Right now I’m in the middle of three books. Depending on where I sit, determines which I pick up to read.

Scrapbooking… Not sure when the scrap bug bit, but I have scrapbook pages that go back to the late 1980’s when there was no such thing as a scrapbooking industry and we created all our own designs… and they look like it. UGH! (*insert eye roll here) After grandkids arrived, playing and picture-taking out played actual scrapping which leaves me about thirteen years behind. However, my scrapping area is always at the ready so I refuse to give up.

Quilting… After several years of not having a permanent sewing space I’ve staked my claim on the basement. Lately I’ve been unpacking  material, supplies, and unfinished creations of wonder. (Wonder, as in, wonder what I was thinking when I started that.) Sewing has been a part of my life since watching Mom make my school clothes. So this activity is a core of my being.

Blogging… Huh? Blogging is an activity? Why… YES!!! Yes it is. Not as much physical as mental. These posts push me to think. And spell. And put sentences together. (And… interact with some very nice people.) FYI: This blog is now 5 years old!

Even though blogging is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done…(I always think no one will care what I have to say)…I decided to start another blog. Needle. Thread. Fabric. was created mostly to keep myself on task. Because seeing where you’ve been lets you know how far you’ve come. (It is only a couple of days old so not much to look back on yet.)

Keeping all these fun life activities in the air is chaotic at times. And once in a while (okay, often) I’ll drop a stitch,  glue fingers instead of photos, skip a chapter, or make a tpyo. But it’s all for the good when we are enjoying life.

Until next time… 

cheers

Putting the Pieces Together

We are officially half way through Jigsaw Season. Some people call it Winter.

When the new year starts Mr.P and I pull out little chunks of cardboard and squeeze them together to make beautiful pictures. Sometimes we can do this without losing our sanity. Sanity as in soundness of judgement.

That sanity was challenged with Linda’s Christmas present choice which I mentioned earlier. We rejoiced and cheered as each piece found its home… followed by long periods of silence. At one point we put a five piece puzzle minimum in place before any visitors could leave. We then started noticing no one was stopping in… huh.

Eventually perseverance won and NYC Christmas was completed.

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NYC Christmas

 

Those 1,000 pieces of building walls, windows, and even the tree almost took us down. In an effort to rebuild our confidence I dug through the hall closet and found a couple of puzzles waiting in the wings for their time on the table.

Kite Flying at Recess with its bright colors and distinct lines nearly put itself together.

Bandstand in the Park was a little more difficult only because of its odd-shaped pieces.

With 3,000 pieces successfully in place the plastic wrap around Weasy’s choice of Christmas puzzle, Stone Church was removed with renewed confidence.

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Stone Church

Oh, dear…there went that sound judgement of sanity.

It’s a good thing the groundhog saw his shadow. We’re going to need the extra time to finish this gem.

Until Next time…

cheers

Stepping Back From the Situation

…way, way back. I’ve personally had enough of the clashing chaos that is erupting over EVERYTHING lately. Do we really need to know everyone’s opinion on everything?

Ginger kitten, Butch, 9 weeks old, with Cavapoo pup and Lionhead rabbit

Even Facebook isn’t fun anymore. I miss the puppy-kitten-rabbit pictures. And I never particularly liked them in the first place.

The way I see it (unintentional pun) we all have several sets of eyes. And we all look at life through our own life lens.

At any given time we could be viewing what is around us through eyes of emotions, eyes of logic, eyes of fear, eyes of imagination, eyes of compassion, eyes of past hurts, eyes of anger, eyes of love, or eyes of jealousy.

That’s a whole lot of factions to come together on any subject. Just try to get a consensus on something as minor as a favorite cookie. (I’d totally argue for chocolate chip until I got a whiff of a molasses cookie.)

We all view the world from different perspectives. No right or wrong… just different.

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I know, from personal experience,  that I have warring factions within myself.

My critical eyes are so fine tuned they can sometimes see in the dark. I’m pretty sure I could find fault in Mother Teresa… I’m thinking…Can a person be too kind? Okay, maybe that wasn’t a great example, but you get the idea.

My eyes of compassion sometimes have a hard time squeezing by my eyes of past hurts until my eyes of heart finally show up to set things straight.

No matter the situation… What we look for, we will find.

(I’m hoping for cookies!!!)

Until next time…

cheers