For Judy...

For Judy...

     I lost a friend, sister and sort- of- mother this week.  I had known her for 45 years or so.

She taught me how  to hold, feed and bathe a baby.  She helped me let go of my first child when I needed to let him explore the world...she never complained, criticized or found fault with anyone.

     I felt better about myself and the world every time I was around her- a hallmark of a true friend.  When my brother died, she came and sat with me.

     We didn't see each other often in later years but when we did, we took up where the last conversation left off, without missing a beat.  

     The last time I saw her was when she came to my house a couple of weeks ago to have lunch with two ladies who knew Jeanette well- and one of them a nurse!  She made friends with them instantly and poured over old photos and talked and talked and talked.  We looked at her yearbooks from high school.  And for a few hours, she was young, beautiful and healthy. 

She was home again. 

     She never lost the beauty- it revealed itself in everything she did and said.

     Her spirit lives on in the wonderful family she had and nurtured and was so very, very proud of.

     Please... someone feeds her birds for awhile?

     

squatter's rights

This may be difficult to make out at first.  If you see a large black form plunked into the middle of a newly prepared garden bed- you are correct...it's Grizzly.

Sometimes a body needs to assert itself.  Claiming a tiny portion of one's  surroundings becomes all important.  Was it the smell of the freshly turned earth...the cool dirt on a hot tummy...or was it a statement?  Here, in the space of a few square feet of dirt, Grizzly reigns supreme.  He chews his feet in peace.   He has boundaries.  He is safe.

terrier terror

"OK...here's the plan"

bad fit

There are just some days that don't "fit"- 

you are out of sorts for some reason, maybe

you don't even know why.  Your jeans are too

tight, you are moodier than usual...you are

at loose ends.  and then, finally, at the end

of the day, when it's time to relax- the chair is 

too tight.

"am not"

She insists she is not a home wrecker...

just the mother in law.

...whatever

gone home

Whenever Corey's mom goes back home, there is a period 

of time in which Corey mourns her departure.  The body

language is evident here.  Nothing helps...not even the toy

beside her.  The only comfort is one of Anne's sox...which

she carries with her for a day or so.

Recently found under one of the big four poster beds

upstairs where Corey sleeps were four such sox

(so- I don't run the sweeper that often any more).  She

had probably collected them, one by one and lovingly 

placed them beside her as she slept.

question...

... "Do we really want to know what they are thinking?"

Home Wrecker

Mourning Doves mate for life.  

Note the body language.

Do the math.

new definition

Corey gives new meaning to the phrase

"Cheek by jowl"