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Sunday Edition

SPOKEN
It’s really encouraging and thrilling to hear something you haven’t heard in a long time.

Heard “my” kitty’s meow recently as well, she’s been distant as of late. This week finds her prowling about the grounds at last, hurrying to greet me once again. Turns out her name is…

It was late and I was nearly up the second flight of stairs the other night when I heard the bobo bell of a certain cat’s collar nearing. Then a door from the bottom floor opens and I hear the guy who lives there call out, “Ashley! Ashley! Hey, Aaashley, here, kitty.”

Ashley?

Uh, no.

I’d imagine her a Hilda before an “Ashley.” She has a toughness about her that I enjoy because it makes the vulnerability she sometimes shows all the sweeter. I prefer to call her Ash. The name must be the doing of the guy’s overbearing mother I sometimes here bellowing from the sidewalk.

CONSUMPTION
Bad-ish dreams- I’ve watched a ridiculous amount of filth in the last almost decade and I’ve always marveled that it doesn’t seep into my dreams. But now, I’ve had more disturbing dreams in the last six months than in six years. Just because it’s on film doesn’t mean I have to watch it. But I’ve wanted to, despite believing garbage in, garbage out, and that we become what we focus on. Must behave. At least I don’t keep it in my home, and the desire to participate in life more so than consume it from a screen grows ever stronger.

CYBER WASTELAND
I wonder how long once successful social sites will stay online- Myspace, Flickr, etc. I’ve received an excess (!) number of emails concerning my dormant Photobucket account- so I reluctantly deleted all the images and the account itself to shut them up, to no avail. Still receiving an abundance of emails. Grumpola. If they’d just stay in the spam folder, that’d be greeeat.

REPETITION
When I use the same phraseology unintentionally (love to do so with intent) in almost back-to-back posts, it makes me cringe when I only spot it after the fact. “Solid excuse” being one phrase that just popped out at me currently. Others leapt at me too, but I’m not gonna compile a list.

WONDERMENT
I love when I’m out and about in my car, and I catch people pointing and saying “Slugbug”! Played that game religiously growing up. I wonder if people see my license plate and think I got the name wrong or that “Slugbug” wasn’t available so I just chose a similar name. Nay, nay! When I had my 1974 Super Beetle(s) in the past, I was snug in my Bug, and the name remains.

TO CONNECT
As with several posts in the past year, here lies some grumpage concerning my fellow inhabitants of earth. Putting it to “paper,” expunging it from my soul. There’s currently a hodge-podge of lovely people in life that act as supplemental acquaintances, but I hunger for a few core friends that really click with me.

People that care about expressing themselves through exterior means, that have style in their appearance and home.
That cook (well) and share it with others.
That know the value of delightful external trappings, but aren’t owned by all their stuff, and instead operate from a core of what really matters in life.
That fight to keep hatred out, and bickering to a minimum.
That know words are important, and don’t casually throw cussing around like salt.
I currently say ”what the f—?” under my breathe waaay too much, and I loathe it.
I want those that are for me, not against me, that are happy for me when something good happens.
People that include me, and allow me to include them.
So tired of no-style athletic shoes, sports gear, talk of beer, wine, pot, and the next game. Repeat.
That’s not my life and I don’t wanna hear about it from others.
Where are the well-rounded folks with interests being explored, hearts shared, that value and invest in people rather than in the next collectible (heck, I love collectibles, but they’re not life).

I see examples of people seemingly more in sync with me everyday, but to find them in real life has been problematic. For those I do encounter, I’m not a curiosity to be explored nor an obligation to get to at some point. I’m not here to be their mother or a 24/7 cheerleader- frank truth with a side of tact versus enabling falsehoods are my style. I just want some sort of balance- we’re a spirit in a body with a soul- the mind, will, and emotions. God feeds my spirit, people feed my soul. This quote from the flick 20th Century Women, brings me dismay:

“So, sweetie, I don’t know if we ever figure our lives out, and the people who help you, they might not be who you thought or wanted. They might just be the people who show up.”

TO CREATE
And then there’s art. It feels like I can do art OR have a life, but attempting both at the same time leaves me half-arsing both, spinning wheels, negating each other, and I move no farther forward. If one or the other would sort themselves out, systematize already, I could more purely focus on the other.

WHERE POWER LIES
I’m mad at the world for being takers, not givers, taking and taking and not giving much in return.
For being overly sensitive and complainy instead of shutting up and doing something.
Doing something begins right where they are- being kind to those around them.
In my anger, I become them, a cyclical battle I can recognize, but feel powerless to stop. And yet, only I can stop it. Strength for each new day and no more.

And of course, the not so juicy cherry on top- all my hopes, dreams, wishes and wants, fall flat in the face of this nuclear war crap attempting to cast a surreally dark shadow all too soon. I don’t delve deeply into the news these days- bias, fearmongering, unnecessary repetition- it’s folly, and too many take the bait, feeding a deceptive juggernaut. Despite my current lack though, I’ll continue to enjoy life and help those I can, whether for a day more, or thousands upon thousands. Always at the water’s edge. ♦

“Place

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Food Brings People Together

“Breakfast”

Breakfast this morning- oatmeal blanketed in bounty. The upper right corner filled by a cloud of tart yogurty goodness with bits of seedly delight and a wealth of (aw) nuts just below. Fruit abounds. A symphony of variety- many textures, shapes, sizes, colors- differing kinds cohabiting, intermingling, and generally enhanced by those around them, all while maintaining their own unique identities and properties. Together.

Imagine that. ♦

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Jeepers Peepers

“Shite”

A small window into yesterday’s heaps and heaps of potato peelings! Thanks, Dad. Tag teamed a generous pile in preparation for mascarpone mashed potatoes with bacon shallot gravy. Definitely a combo to repeat!

“Shite”

“Shite”

Easter is always so lovely- my turn to host again. I like (read: totally flippin’ LOVE) taking care of people and hosting feels like just such an opportunity. AND, this means I get to play with Peeps- I still like things on a stick, what can I say? They’re (a bit) tastier than paper umbrellas, so onto the straws they went. Have next time around’s idea already in place- though nary a stick in mind.

“Shite”

“Shite”

“Shite”

Bought some petits fours cuz they were so perdy, only to find them a disappointment. I made some Cadbury brownie cookie bars that faired far better.

“Shite”

Got to indulge in two obsessions- eggs and color- this being our team effort result. I see egg salad in my future.

Now to prep for this week’s jury duty … ♦

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Craigslist Joe

Heart warming! Glimpses into the lives of an array of people along the way and their corners of the world. I imagine there was a sense of security and emboldening for both Joe and the Craigslisters due to the presence of the camera. Still, words and actions of the participants aside- camera-influenced, or not- their home environments offered their own silent views of truth. ♦

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VI Quote, Images ‘n’ Clip of the Day

“Be kind to unkind people- they need it the most.” -Unknown Author

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Do they ever! Once upon a time, a world away, I walked the earth with a heart full of bitterness, harsh and critical, snippy and snappy, set off by any little thing, sporadic and about as moody as one can possibly get. What I secretly wanted, desperately needed, and could’ve used far more frequently- was a kind word to cut right through to the root of it all- the massive ball of hurt residing on the inside too wrapped up in all the armor of indignant anger and growing rage to be identified as the masked pain that it really was for some time.

Though there’s a place for taking a stand, commanding respect, teaching others how to treat you, and accountability for another’s behavior, there’s also a reason a soft answer turns away wrath, most flies will prefer honey and all of that. So, when next encountered by an unkind soul, take a deep breath, and then proceed in treating them with the kindness you may wish they’d been first to offer you.

They really do need it. I know.

Jeremy Irons

Gibson Guitar

Done good n’ proper, “quite kissed.” No obtrusive candy bar here …

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