I’m sure of one thing, and that is a brand new name for my Blog is needed. Somehow it seemed the right thing to do, as the one I had just didn’t seem to convey exactly what I’d been feeling since the very first day. The name of the blog actually had me wandering about with the stories that I’d come up with. Does that make any sense to you? It’s as though a picture develops in your mind, and you begin to run with it, and sometimes, it leads to someplace you really didn’t want to go to. So as far as I am concerned, making this decision isn’t really that difficult at all. From now on I’m going to try to say what’s in my heart, mind, and tell all about the life going on around us here on our private acreage…with nature all around me, there will always be some goings on (most of the time). Lately most of my furry friends are keeping a low profile because of the heat! They’re using their heads by not exerting themselves very much. But I suppose they do have to go out and forage for their meals, but perhaps they’ll do it in the evening when it’s a bit cooler. Late last evening around 10:30 or so, I heard the”Wiley Coyotes” in the back area of the house. I know there was more than 3 to 4 of them, ’cause there was quite a bit of chattering going on between them! Perhaps his buddy “The Roadrunner” was out back taunting them? It’s very interesting listening to them as I lay back in my bed…. I’ve been hearing them on and off for most of the season, and I do not foresee them leaving anytime soon! My stories may be of things around here, as I do have a small list of ideas, so we’ ll see what develops…. Blessings people.
Looking in the mirror one morning, I sighed, and proceeded to comb out my really short hair. I’d done this so many times that I’ve lost count! “Holy cow” I thought, when’s the last time you’re hair was longer than 2 inches! I couldn’t remember! I stood there for quite sometime and then it dawned on me,” why not let it grow out”! What an epiphany that was!! I have lost quite a bit of weight recently, but with the same olde hair cut, well let me tell ya, I looked Yucky! I know, I know, your image is just a product of your mind, but if that’s true, then why did I feel so yucky when I saw myself? I was time for a change! I realized it would have to grow through a tough period, but if you keep it trimmed once in a while you’d be amazed just how fast it’ll fill in and lengthen. It’s now been nearly six months, and I am amazed! My hair actually has my old curls and waves, the ones I had as a teenager! Wow! I’m not a young beauty any more, however, even we “more mature ladies,” can make some real changes….. It makes for a much happier Señora!
- Summer hair styles (librarianforlifestyle.wordpress.com)
- The Trials and Errors That Plagued Me While I Was Pretending to be a Children’s Hair Stylist (themotherofnine9.wordpress.com)
The day is done, the sun is starting to set over the west edge of the property…The wind that blew for most of the day has finally stopped…Our supper of steak ‘n’ onions has been devoured and we’re sitting here in the den relaxing,’cause the day was a long one for some strange reason; the sort of day that lingered on and on no matter what you did. It was a beautiful, sunny day filled with the noises of summer, the birds, insects, the wind in the trees, and the voices of children in the distance. It reminded me of years and years ago when summer made it’s wondrous entrance…back then the idea of “summer vacation”stirred the mind with all the things we neighborhood kids could do for entertainment! Cowboys and Indians, comes to mind as well as sandlot baseball, hide n’ go seek, and the Saturday Matinees at the Strand Theater….all for 9 cents!! Sometimes as I think back to those times, I do remember that it was hard to scrape up that much money! I know, I know, what’s the difficulty in getting ahold of a few penny’s, espically when you got to see several cartoons, 2 cereals that continued the following weekend, and the regular movie ? Well I’ll tell ya what, it was very hard. When you did chores around the house, you might earn 5 or 10 cents, then you had to figure out where you’d get a few more cents for some candy. But we all managed to do it somehow! All of the kids in our neighborhood walked together down to the Strand Theater off of Park Square. We’d line up to pay our 9cents and then entered the darken theater, found some seats,as the place was quickly filling up with other kids from the town and school. Magically the lights lowered and ……”Presto” the power of the cinema began….. Images flashed upon the gigantic screen, and a hush came over the roudy kids…..Ah, the great and wonderful Saturday Matinee had begun! It seems like that happened only a short time ago, but alas, it’s more like 60 yrs ! Whew, it’s hard to for my mind to wrap around that… I wonder if there are Saturday Afternoon Matinees’ anymore, and if there are, perhaps I’ll join in with the kids and line up to pay( ? ) goodness knows how much?? Be well and do enjoy your Matinees…. I will.
- Lights, Camera, Action: The Best Movie Theaters in Portland for Kids (redtri.com)
- Saturday Movie Matinee: “Follow The Ideology” (nicedeb.wordpress.com)
Again my dears, the mowers are humming outside my window. I sort of expected it, ’cause yesterday and today turned out sunny and warm. It’s been sometime since that has occurred, and we all are hoping that this will be the beginning of a stretch of weather that may”help”our gardens. As I said before, rain is needed but too much will lead soggy mess. We don’t want this to happen, now do we? Cutting the grass can be a pain, but is expected… Just think of how nice your yard will look afterwards! It doesn’t take so very long as it used to when we walked behind our old, clunky walk behind type. Sitting there in the seat of your Rider Mower, tends to give you a different slant on mowing the yard, doesn’t it? Ha Ha! We silver haired folks, really do remember the days of Pushing a mower over humps, bumps and a lawn that seemed to be endless. That, my dears, was a Job! I’ll write later ! 4:15pm….. Hi there I’m back….I put on the air conditioner for a bit, as started getting humid…. My age or something makes me notice when the temps go up. Who was it that said “The golden years”? I’d lIke to throttle the guy! haha. The White Fox is out in the garage cooling off. He says the floor of concrete aides in cooling yourself off. I’ve noticed that very thing when I’m in the garage getting into the car. Perhaps there is something to it? He’s finished up in the yard and has come back inside to cool off……(it did get very warm out there) I personally like the idea of air conditioning, as I have a physical disability and find humidity and warmer temperatures almost too difficult to handle. God bless them there air conditioners. Can’t blame me, can you? Much can be said for hiring out and having someone else mow the green blades! My neighbor has someone come to her house to ” mowa de lawn” each week like clockwork , and for her the lawn situation is a “no strain no pain”…. But the “Fox”prefers to do the acres himself, and there’s nothing wrong with that!! “Keeps ya young, and full of vim and vigor”. Happy mowing y’all…. Me
- Think safety when turning over mowing tasks to your teen (news.consumerreports.org)
You guessed it…… Rain! I almost choke on those words! At times I think we’ll all float away, so I try not to think about that too much…I know how to swim, however, “how long can ya tread water? Right? There are times that I forget just how bad things can be without the “stuff”. No fresh veggies or fruits, such as Asparagus or Strawberries……um. We just had our first strawberry shortcake last night and it was great! Some how the berry season is weird this year. I think we’ve had too much of that Wet Stuff! It can rot the berries as well as the veggie seeds we’ve put in the ground. White Fox planted some tomato varieties late last week, and ever sense then we have prayed (a lot)! Seems to me it was like this last season, too wasn’t it? I sort of feel trapped inside the house, when it’s foul out there. I write in my blog, or read on my good old Kindle to pass the time….doing the house work is ok, but that doesn’t do the trick for me. TV watching can be a bore most times, except for my favorite show, “General “Hospital” I’ve been watching it since I was in my late teens, early twenties. Somehow even when you don’t watch for a while, you can pick up where you left off fairly easily. My Mom watched long ago, so I guess I picked up where she left off! It’s proven to be somewhat enjoyable to do, rather than sulking or napping. My days seem to slow down bit by 3PM, so I make a cup of tea on my Keurig Coffee maker, then wander into the den, turn on that Big Flat Screen and settle down for an hour or so… Soon the approach of supper time creeps into my mind, so up I go to my kitchen to whip up our wonder-filled supper of ??? Depends on my mood and what I took out freezer earlier earlier in the day! Good luck!! That’s about it….The day winds down and we settle in for the evening, then it’s off to bed…. The end of another day by the Woods and Pastures…. Good night to all…
My day has been a quiet one so far. White Fox is out in the garden, doing “garden stuff, and seems to be quite content in doing so. This feeling of absolute quiet brings about a sense of peace and makes me think of my family and friends long gone. At my age, some of my best friends have left me behind, and have gone somewhere else, hopefully sweet and delightful….. Perhaps their loved ones were there to welcome them? I believe this happens. Pleasant to think about, isn’t it? Today is the type of day for cutting the grass, planning a picnic, reading your favorite magazine or book and so much more…It’s just up to your imagination! When we were younger there wasn’t too much that stood in the way of doing just exactly what we wanted to do , now there’s lots of things that may do just that!! There’s an old saying that goes,” You’re not getting older, You’re getting better”! Okay, just go ahead and prove it!! Seem’s to me that this “saying” is a bit screwed up to anyone who is over 60yrs of age! I’ve noticed that even mowing the lawn takes MUCH MUCH longer and that I’m really bushed when I’m finished! Am I right or wrong? We all love planning a picnic, right? However, it’s not in the planning nor the picnic that gets ya, it’s the cleanup, and the backache you’ll end up getting. I never ever use to think that way before, but now I do….history has proven me right. My sisters will agree with me, as we’re all over 65 now and we know what we’re talking about. All our neices and our nephew are heading for the “big 50” and we can hardly wait to hear from their mouths, about just “how tired they’re getting,” after doing stuff. Hee Hee. I will make you a promise though, I ‘ll not laugh nor will I chuckle when I hear them whispering to each other, “about their being so pooped out.” I will smile, show them sympathy, (cause I told them so). Somehow being the other side of “60” does have its pluses now doesn’t it? Ha Ha! Everyone out there has my Love and Blessings, Sammyjay bird…..
Saturday’s were always Laundry and Dusting day when I was young. It was almost a ritual in my home on Yale Street #14. There were jobs for the girls (3) and I guess we did what we were supposed to do, but not without some groaning. It seemed to us that the dusting took forever, as well as remaking our beds with clean sheets ” the correct way?” We never realized just how much help we were giving our Mother, not until we were Mom’s ourselves. I still do things the way I was taught by her and I am so very glad I do. As it turns out, everything she taught us to do saves tons of time!! Why am I so surprised? Moms are very sharp, excellent time saving individuals. It’s been proven to me, so many times that I haven’t got enough fingers and toes to count on! Now, our children are doing this stuff just like we did. Humm? Wonder why? All the dirty clothes, get taken care of with our great automatic washers. But then, the labor starts….. we take all the damp clothes and put them in the dryer, or hang them outside to dry. Then comes the blasted folding… Then putting all the stuff away….well, that’s a chore unto itself. All in all, that’s a terrific start to the famous Saturday Morning Ritual! But what about the dreaded vacuuming and dusting? Who’s going to do that.??? I say ” not me! not me ! But Guess What ? There’s no one else but me! Is there some sort of conspiracy going on? I think there has to be, and it’s been going on forever, it includes each and every mother and child on the planet! HELP! HELP! Times change, people change, habits change, and family rituals may change……but not the Saturday morning bed making and cleaning of the home…that will never ever change. Amen!
I just finished reading my niece’s blog on “My Magnificent Mess”, and as always it is terrific! She’s not only my sister Carol’s oldest child, but as it turns out, she is very much like a daughter to me. We’ve been quite close since she was born, (a cosmic connection?). She is the fine young lady that introduced me to blogging! Thanks DJ. My memories of Memorial Days gone by, are filled with family, picnics, Parades in Westfield, espically the one I marched in, and the fun we all had. When I was young, and that was long, long ago in the previous Century, we didn’t go away, as people do now. Then, families hung out around home, kids played in the back yard and Mom’s & Dads got the great food cooking! The smells were so darn wonderful as I remember…..everything from Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, to Mom’s Potato salad! umm! She always baked brownies, a Pie of some sort and the ever famous fruit jello. My Dad was the chief cook, as he always was each year, grilled up the “Wimpies” as we called the burgers as well as the “Puppies….As always, everything was just great! Dave, Carol, Jeannie and myself were stuffed to the gills…and of course Mom and Dad ! Memories of that time sit in my mind like sweet nectar… and can never ever leave. That’s the way I want it, too. Memories rise, like the smoke of the fire we used to cook the fare on. We ‘d roast marshmallows, trying not to burn the heck out of our mouths…but sometimes we’d do just that. Cold soda was the “cure” and we all loved the cure. It seems as though the days back then, were much longer than now. Perhaps it’s a prespective we all inherently gain as we grow older, as it seems everyone I know says the same thing. So this day isn’t just like any other day….. Lots of my old friends from Westfield High class of 1961, gave their lives for this wonderful land of ours. I know this because I recently celebrated my 50th reunion ……Without them. So here’s to Memorial Days come and gone, and To all the Good People that went with them! Be at Peace my friends, be at peace…….. Sammyjay Bird
As I’ve previously written, I needed new glasses badly! The appointment was made, I had my examination, and the new glasses
were ordered. I picked up the new pair, and that’s when the fun began!
I’ve been trying to get use to them for just about a week now,
but they aren’t working out at all! First, I couldn’t see very well, and I had to hold on to things because I felt I would fall. I’d even have my hand touching the wall, so I wouldn’t feel dizzy.
I was so upset that I finally decided to call the Eye Place, and tell them what was going on. I was asked if I’d ever worn bi-focals before? YES I had. He went and checked my records, and then announced they could and would replace the lenses at no cost to me… Thank You God! Were they sensitive to my plight? I think so! I’m going to their office tomorrow and will leave the blasted glasses with them!
I can’t begin to tell you how frustrated I am without decent glasses. I miss all the activity outside my door, out in the back acres….The small squirrels hunting for the acorns that fell last winter, the blue and white violets that seem to be popping up everywhere. We all seem to take our eyesight for granted, until for some reason or another we lose it to some sort of problem! I’m one of those people… Why do we think that way? Perhaps we feel, nothing will ever bad happen to us? Guess what, guys. Bad stuff does happen! And can happen to us all. I now realise this fact…. Rather late than never! With my new developing Macular degeneration, the idea of going blind is now knocking on my door each and every day. So, I should appreciate the days and the evenings to come, right? I’ll make a promise to you, I’ll make the time to look outside my door and into the Woods of Easthampton, every day.
Talk to you soon. ME
When I opened the shades this morning, it looked grey, almost as if it were going to rain at any moment. I wasn’t too surprised, as my hands had been causing me undo pain all weekend. It had been sunny outside, so I couldn’t figure what was up. Surprise, surprise, the local weather person is saying there will be showers each day!!! No wonder I felt awful. With breakfast out of the way, the White Fox announced ” I’m going out to Till the garden!”. “That’s wonderful”, I said. (Thanking the Good Lord under my breath) So, out the door he went, into the garage to start the Good Olde Tiller. It turned over like a champ. He let it run for a few minutes, then walked it slowly out and around the garage to the garden….I could hear the tiller going putt, putt, putt, going back and forth, back and forth out in the back acres. Everything is quiet now, perhaps “White Fox” has finished up the job and is calling it a day? Since our garden is so large, it takes extra time to do the kind of job that White Fox likes to do. He’s always been sort of fussy about things like that. Our garden consists of three growing areas. There are two beds on each side of a much larger area, that is used as the main growing bed! They are both filled with beautiful juicy strawberries, as well as the vibrant green of asparagus! The bigger area in the middle is kept for the vegetables that we enjoy…green string beans, yellow wax beans, onions, some radishes, Swiss-chard, two varieties of Classic tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, head lettuces and cucumbers, (two types). I use the cukes for a dish called “Day Old Pickles”, a real favorite of my Fox. I was given the recipe by an old woman who lived down the road, pretty close to where the Fox was born and lived for nearly 60 years. My dear old friend had been a friend of the family forever… She shared lots of things with me, during the years I lived there. There seemed to be an endless supply of recipes for home baked bread, and some other types of food from Poland, and Germany, that was out of this world. I’m so glad that I had the chance to live in the very home the White Fox was born in! We both felt sad when we finally left the old homestead. The house is now gone, disappearing into the mists of time. I really miss the old place with its gardens and all. I still remember all the wonderful times we spent there, together…. Well the day is finished, supper will be ready in a little bit, as soon as I go and fix it, right? So I’ll close for now because he must be hungry! XXOOXX Me