The green bag eludes me and that bag is important. I am going to sleep on the universal plan that it will appear.
Music and Art can’t go wrong
I like this blog. So I pressed it.
poetry from the heart
I was talking too Minnie in bed. Telling her how she has been there through thick and thin, never wavering. She had jumped up on me and I sounded like Katherine Hepburn in “On Golden Pond”
Freaked me out. Sounded just like her. Her knight in shining armor. That movie reminds me of my mama and dad. They could still roar.
Suck face. I loved it when Henry Fonda says that.
I signed up for an internet dating site called seniors meet. I never do things like that. The first time. Yea! free to sign up. OMG, I did not pay the premium because it said it was free. Now I am undulated with hits, flirts, pictures, favorites. The only way I can see them is to pay. NOT! I am going too close it out. I seen the link on Facebook of all places. Like I said I seldom click such links. Maybe I needed a HUG even if it was from a stranger on the internet.
China had a birthday yesterday. She is one. She has changed so much. No longer Miss Pissy Pants thank you universe, she isn’t climbing as much, only occasionally do I see her tight rope walking. The girls got me up at 7 am, they are back to their naps and I am thinking that sounds like a good idea.
Made two trips for groceries.I just finished packing the meats. Out of a 9 pound slab of hamburger for $21 I made 12 1 to 1/1/2 pound packs. I am tired. Eating a cucumber. Gave the birdies some too. Broke down and made iced tea. Gotta have it !
Also bought a huge bag of cucumbers and green peppers. I want to freeze them after I make my stuffed peppers dish w/jasmine rice. I use stewed tomatoes and shredded cheese on top. They are so good. So, Taco’s, meatloaf , stuffed peppers, plain broiled hamburgers, Tilapia, and BBQ Ribs are on the menu this month. Yummy.
Time for a Epsom soak w/ very hot water.
Will post pictures
My foot is down yea. My ankle has been swollen for months. My kidneys hurt, I have low blood platelets. No wonder I am on the pond.
Going to make blue cakes and bacon. Oh, and fried eggs in the Smithfield bacon grease.
The birdies love Blue cakes as much as I do .
I just went looking for my extra set of moped keys. I don’t know why I thought of them. I have the spare from the BLUE one that was stolen with 86 miles on it. But, I can not find the spare to the Phoenix Black. Then I can’t find my bank bag that has all my health reports from the past few years. Blood tests and such things. I need to organize again… how do things keep moving around ???
Preguntas Hermosas (Beautiful Questions) is a story about a time that was shared between two people. It is told through a combination of Poema X by Pablo Neruda and Under the Harvest Moon by Carl Sandburg. It unfolds in three parts; a fond remembrance, loss, and then finally acceptance.
“Poema X ” of Pablo Neruda in English Translation:
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the sky infinity.
I not have loved her great still eyes I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Think that I have not.
To feel that I lost.
Hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to grass. does it matter that my love could not keep!
The night is starry and she is not me.
That is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is lost without her. As though to my eyes search.
My heart looks and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, then, no longer we are the same.
I did not love her, true, but how I loved ..
My voice searched the wind to touch her hearing. the other.
Be of another.
As before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body.Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this I held my arms, my soul is lost without her .
Although this is the last pain she causes me, and these the last verses that I write.
“Under The Harvest Moon” of Carl Sandburg
UNDER the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.