Friday, April 18, 2014

Daffodils Indeed!


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

Saturday, April 12, 2014


This has been going through my head all day :  As I was going down the stair, I passed a man who was not there.

So I had to look it up and found so much more, the name of the poem is Antigonish and the author is Hughes Mearns.  He wrote it in 1899 and it was inspired by reports of a ghost in a house in Antigonish Nova Scotia.  I count this as something new I learned today.  Quite a while ago I started a notebook and that's what I devoted it to, new things I learned each day.  I wonder where that notebook went?  Probably turned into a calorie counter or Weight Watchers points journal. Oh well, here's the poem in its entirety and as you can see, the part that was running through my head?  It was running in the wrong direction.

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away..

 I would have put a picture of that guy here but . . . . . . he wasn't there!!

Sunday, April 06, 2014

From the Annals of Time

I'm finding all these old rants that I filed away in my documents file.... how great that I can unearth them and how sad that all these years later - - - they're true. Don't have a date one this one but I think it was 2008. Wow and wow . How crazy is this??? Six years later it's here and it's bad.

From time to time I read current events on the various blogs available on the net. Actually, I must admit, I am obsessed. I cannot start the day without a zoom through the various places I always visit. I’ve written about this before and so let me reiterate, I have news blogs, plain old blogs, blogs of the soap opera type, blogs by shrinks, health blogs and religious type blogs. I am a blog nut. In order to shorten my morning fix I have a must see folder and today they are all abuzz with the John Doe amendment in some bill that the Dems voted overwhelmingly to cut. The amendment protected whistleblowers actually. When you see something suspicious you say something and it’s checked out and if it’s nothing the person or people you reported go on their way. Some go on their way to sue the whistleblower. This amendment protected the snitchers from those lawsuits which would probably whine that they were picked on due to their size, shape, color, religion etc. Never would the snitching be based on legitimate cause for concern such as the Fabulous Flying Imams and the actions they were taking to draw attention to themselves, get that report in and get a huge publicity campaign and lawsuit cooking.

What is the thinking behind the vote that was just taken? We’ll never know the truth so we are left to speculate and naturally, human nature being human, we think the worst. I have to go pray and read the Gospel of Mark. I am going all the way through start to finish and obsess about the Good News rather than the state of affairs in Washington DC. Bless you all. God is still on His throne.

Just read a blurb on NRO by Kevin D. Williamson. He referenced a news report as follows:

HAVANA (AP) - Cuba has ordered jailed punk rocker Gorki Aguila, an outspoken critic of Fidel Castro and the communist government, to stand trial on Friday for "social dangerousness," a charge that could carry up to four years in prison.

This was preceded by the statement that All You Punks in Your Che T-Shirts ... should have a look at what your heroes do when they have the opportunity:

I had an epiphany. Of course! What has taken me so long? These advocates of brutal killers and dictators are merely showing us what they want our world to be like. Any one who dares to disagree or think differently than the Che lovers will be arrested and beaten and - - -whatever it takes. The devotees of those petty and brutal tyrants would never see themselves as outside the circle of power. They would be wielding the whips and rods as they stride through the streets. They would be wiping that smug self satisfied smile off of the faces of those others who think they are better than ... well, you get it. They are merely playground bullies who have never had the support of anyone around them to allow them to bully without consequence.

We live with our own potential Taliban. That curtain of civility that separates us from barbaric behaviour is getting thinner and thinner. Take a look at Canada and what they have done with their hate speech nonsense. There are boards empowered to hold hearings based on a complaint brought by anyone. The accused must hire legal defense although the board is under no legal restraints or held to any rule of law. The accuser doesn't have to spend a penny to ruin someone because that person has a stray thought about whatever the accuser says offends him or her.

No criticism allowed! Or else! The Obama followers are thrilled! Finally they glimpse that power seat they have wanted forever as being within reach. Bill Ayers is more than likely frothing at the mouth anticipating finally reaching the goal he set for himself way back in the 60's.

OK it's a conspiracy theory but there is some truth to it...especially that idol worship of dictator thing. I really do think that

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Spring is bustin' out all over

March came in like a lion.... a whippin up the water in the bay.  Then April tried and stepped aside

Monday, March 31, 2014

Just Poking Around

Just browsing through my computer to see what can be cleaned up and sent away and found this.  Don't know when I wrote it but in my extreme laziness I thought I would use it instead of doing the hard work.  That's just me all over.

I quit smoking many years ago. I loved it. I smoked my first cigarette the summer after I graduated from high school, yes, I was a late bloomer. I felt so mature as soon as I held that cigarette between my fingers. I was immediately a grown woman. Of course I couldn't go down alone so I encouraged all my girlfriends to join me and they did. There were about six of us and we sat in the parking lot of the A&W (which by the way had car service at the time) puffing away. It was midweek and we knew our fathers were in the city working and our mothers had no mother didn't have her license at that time so we knew no one of consequence would spot us.

I went away to college and smoked as if I had never not done so. My mother told me she knew I smoked in her unique way..she never said a word, she gave me a cigarette case and lighter for Christmas. Nuff said. It was red (at the time and from time to time my favorite color) the lighter was silver - in color only - and I loved them. Talk about Hollywood happy. I felt like Katherine Hepburn (well shorter and plumper but every bit as elegant) as I opened that case, removed a Tareyton and lit up with my gleaming lighter. Even better was the ashtray set for my bedroom. Odd to have it in my bedreoom since I was never to smoke there and don't recall doing so but the ashtray set had a glass container for cigarettes that I had only seen in movies at that time. Lift the cover and offer a cigarette to a talk about sophisticated.

Well time moves on and common sense prevails and by the time you know you really can't smoke any more, the habit has taken such a hold on you that the struggle is one of the largest you have ever faced in your life. I won but still recall those elegant moments, those Hollywood sophisticated moves of removing the cigarette from the case or the holder on the coffee table, the feel of the cigarette between my fingers and the leaning back and exhaling the first puff........

You know that poem that says when I'm whatever age I shall wear purple? The hell with purple....I'm buying a carton of cigarettes, a red leather holder for the pack and a silver lighter. That's my old should I be do you think? I'll deal with that later..

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


Spring is making a stuttering entrance in these parts. One day of sun and then some flurries, 50 degree day followed by 10 degree nights. It's going to get here sooner or later but what a roller coaster we're riding in the meanwhile. My crocus made an appearance the day before a snow storm. They're hardy little creatures however, like pansies, they just keep pushing through.

My husband has suffered a minor (we hope) setback in the surgery recovery issue. He thinks he slipped in the bathroom. No fall occurred but a slip and that was enough to cause severe pain and the mobility he was gaining in the turning of his head has been wiped away. X-rays have been taken and now we wait. Hopefully it's just a minor speed bump. I'm the driver again and we both hate that!

Since I can't go too far with him on heavy duty muscle relaxers and all I am back to Dr Phil and the girls buying wedding gowns. Those muscle relaxers cause serious brain fog I think. He gets the dog's dinner ready and leaves it on the counter. Clothes go in the dryer but it never gets turned on. Thus the reason I am sticking close to home.

Here are my crocus - pushing on and teaching me a lesson in perseverence.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Hurry Spring

Cabin fever. Going down for the third time. More snow on the horizon. Can't see the horizon due to the fog. Watching "Say Yes to the Dress" 11 times in a row can cause some damage I'm sure. If I hear one more bride-to-be say she's marrying her "soul mate" I will become very ill indeed. That phrase runs neck 'n neck to "my mother is my best friend". Why am I such a mean person?

Maybe I'll find the answer to that on the next Dr. Phil show. Did anyone know that those shows run one after the other, all morning long, every morning of the week? Well, they do. I know. I guess I'm learning new things. I can't think of one right now but I'm sure I must have a few to show for all the effort spent watching.

The husband is recovering nicely from the disc replacement and is finally able to get to Physical Therapy. Once he can turn his head properly he will be back behind the wheel and I will be freeeeee .. unless of course the snow hits again and I am trapped here in the cabin. I am truly in fear of driving in the snow. Always had to and always did but now that I don't have to I cave to the fear. Walking in it is also a bit scary if there has been any ice going on. I shuffle along like Tim Conway's old man did.

Nevertheless it is finally March and with February behind us Spring is going to tip toe in and save our sanity. It will. It will. Ash Wednesday is next week and Easter will be upon us. Bonnets and patent leather shoes and flowers galore. What could be better? Here's a sight for our winter sore eyes.