Live every moment

We have a definite number of days here in this life. We don't know the number. For me, each day has to be the best day I can make it, and that means loving every moment.

Of course there are bad days. I've had some pretty bad years. Not every day of those years was awful, but overall, they were bad. They were bad when I was living them, and when I look back on them, there really were some awful things happening. Life can deal horrible blows. I've been dealt more than I believe is my share, honestly. Divorces, death, illnesses, losses. They all happen, and it takes a long time to heal.

But we must strive to heal. And even in the midst of healing, I believe we have to take pleasure in as many things as we can.

I went through a tough time, and I was having trouble enjoying anything at all. I was existing. I was plodding through each day, just doing what had to be done. It occurred to me that I should find just one thing that brought me joy. The only thing I could think of was flowers. So, I went to the closest store and bought a bag of dirt, a pretty pot, and one flower. I believe I started out with a red cyclamen. It made me so happy to see it potted, and on my porch, that I went back the next week and bought another flower and a pot. Eventually, I was going to that store almost every day to buy another flower. I didn't have much money, so I had to buy one at a time, and only what I could afford. That summer my porch was the envy of the neighborhood. I had hanging fuschias, and geraniums, and I planted a purple cala lily in a little garden bed. I spent a lot of time with those flowers, and they thrived.

My point with that is not to encourage everyone to plant flowers, but just to find something that will pull you through those bad days. With each flower planted, I pulled myself through a difficult time. Every day as I parked in the driveway and saw the flowers on the porch, I felt joy. When I went out in the evening to water them, my spirits were lifted.

In between that time and now, I've had bad years, and good ones. Sometimes life can put us into autopilot. Recently I recognized that I was in autopilot. It's winter, and I can't plant flowers. And besides, I have so many now in all of the gardens that I don't have anywhere to plant new ones.

Those flowers will bring me joy in the spring and summer, so for now I'm watching the sun glint on the water, listening to the roosters crow in the morning, reveling in conversations with the people I love, going on road trips, spending time outside, keeping in touch with friends, eliminating foods that don't agree with me, sacrificing house work for opportunities to have fun.

Kids, work, bills, errands, appointments, all of that can put us on autopilot. It's life, but not really living.

Live a life so full that when you get to the end, or you get to a point that you can no longer hear, or walk, or breathe, or see, you can say to yourself, "But I sure did live, and I made every day count. I lived every day doing the things that I loved. I spent time with amazing people, saw God's wonders, listened to the music of nature, and of talented musicians, and engaged in wonderful conversations with family and friends.  I watched beautiful films, and stunning sunsets. I traveled as far and as often as possible. I tasted delicious food and drink created by epicureans. I made each day count, and it was amazing!"

That's what I'm going to do.

And I'll share it here when I can.

Why TV matters

When I was four and five years old, I spent some time watching television. It was the 1970s, and the only thing that bothered parents about television in the 1970s was our tendency to sit too close to it. I don't remember my parents every saying anything negative about television.

Some of my favorite shows were on PBS. That has remained true throughout my life, by the way.

Sesame Street, and Mr. Rogers were my first television shows when I was young. I loved them so much, that I would almost cry every time they ended. They were mine, ya know? My brother and I watched TV with our parents, but for me, Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers were the two that were just mine.

Last night I watched a documentary, "I Am Big Bird." In all my years I had never thought about who was in the Big Bird costume, or how it worked. The movie was great, and Caroll Spinney, who is Big Bird, is such a sweet man.

Many of the Sesame Street puppeteers were interviewed for the movie, and one of the statements that struck me was how the show has changed over the years. New characters have been introduced, and Big Bird has not been on the show as much. The writers began writing more for Elmo. The show started to become targeted at 2 and 3 year olds instead of 4 and 5 year olds.

Suddenly, I realized why I don't like Elmo that much. He's OK, but I never understood the craze for Elmo. Remember when people were fighting over the talking Elmo one Black Friday years back?
The reason I don't like him very much is because he talks to babies. And babies aren't going to remember Elmo when they get older. Their parents will tell them how much they enjoyed Elmo, and they aren't going to care.

I already see that happening with my youngest, who his 13. He doesn't remember a lot of the things he loved when he was 2 or 3 years old. I remind him, and he shrugs and says, "Really? I don't remember that."

A lot of good memories for me start from about age 4. I don't remember much before that.
Big Bird, Grover, Oscar, The Count, all of those muppets were like friends to me at that age. I learned so much from them. I learned about the people in my neighborhood. Remember that song? "Who are the People in Your Neighborhood?" I also learned about being polite, how to count, and read and spell, and speak Spanish. I am sure Elmo is a beloved puppet, but I think those of us who grew up with Big Bird, Ernie and Bert, Cookie Monster--the one who actually ate cookies! and all of the rest of that original Sesame Street cast of puppets and people, have some of the best memories of childhood.

Well, Happy New Year

Life moves pretty fast.  It's almost the end of January, and I'm still trying to catch up with what happened in 2015.

I always send out an end-of-the-year State of the Union letter at Christmas. And for the past several years we've mailed out a Christmas card with our family photo on it. This year was no exception.



Christmas was peaceful, and drama-free for the first time in a while. Chuck, Sean and I enjoyed going to choose a tree from a local tree lot. It was really my favorite tree so far, I believe. We had a chill Christmas morning with my brother, and everyone got only a couple of gifts each. After a little bit of breakfast, I took Sean to celebrate with his dad.

But, on with the New Year!

Since January 1, we've had a lot house showings. Here is a post with a link to photos of the house, in case you are looking to move to the Pacific Northwest.

I've abandoned the idea of New Year's resolutions. Making a New Year's resolution isn't my thing anyway, but this year I've had a bit of a shift in my attitude. I suddenly slipped out of my former apologetic skin. I am who I am, and I'm not going to "work" on myself. Screw that shit. I'm just fine the way I am. If I exercise, sign up for a Yoga class, go on a diet, start drinking protein smoothies, do a cleanse, begin to hike more, drink more water, read more literature, go to a play, take vitamins, eat kale, or keep track of how many steps I take in a day, it's going to be because I came up with the idea, and I want to do it-- Not because I've been guilted into doing it, or because someone else thinks it's a good idea. And if I want to drink Coke, wine, whiskey, rum, or start smoking cigarettes and eating sugar, I'm going to do that.

That's how I'm starting off this new year. I'm doing what I damn well please, along with all the stuff I have to do on a daily basis.

Here's to 2016! It's looking bright to me!

Christmas Revels

Each year, if we are in town, we go to see the Christmas Revels with my Aunt Bennie, and usually my cousin Rhian.

This year's theme was, "A Nordic Celebration of the Winter Solstice."

Dancing, caroling, drama, traditions, storytelling-- it's all such a feast for the eyes and ears. And every year they sing a couple of the same songs, which provides some feeling of familiar tradition while still giving the audience something new each year.

It's something we look forward to all year, and I feel so fortunate to live in an area that has a Revels program.

Sean turned 13 in August

These posts are not going in order, but I'm telling myself it's better to get them finished than to have them perfect.

So, Sean turned 13 in August. It was a big deal, becoming a teenager and all. I wanted to do something really special for him, but as usual, when I want to do something really special, life has other ideas.

I did manage to write a message to him in a journal, that I hoped would mean something to him, but I don't even think he looked at it.
He wanted an Airsoft party, so that's what we did. We actually had the party in September. Chuck had already said yes to an expensive Airsoft gun for his birthday, and we invited the friends who are into it to a sleepover party. There were eight kids running around the property with Airsoft guns for a couple of hours.

We had pizza and cake, and hotdogs and Marty grilled some meat, and then the number reduced to about five. All boys, who spent the night in tents out in the garden area, where we could close the gate so they wouldn't be harassed by the dogs.

I took pictures, but this has been the year of losing photos, for me. I hate that I don't have any. I'm hoping Chuck took some.

This was us at Easter

I think Chuck had to work, or maybe I just snapped this one quickly while Sean was still wearing his tie, crooked as it was.

He doesn't like church, and he was still not thrilled about having his picture taken, either.

But here we are

An old friend came to town

Life takes so many different turns, at least mine does.

I lived and worked in Asheville, N.C. for a while, and when I was there I met Lydia. She worked at a medical lab where I temped for a year. We kept in touch over the years, and then lost touch, and then I found her on Facebook, or maybe she found me. I can't remember.

We somehow both ended up out here in the Pacific Northwest. I was in California for a while, and she was in Oregon for a while. I moved to Washington, and now she's living in Alaska.

Anyway, after all this time, about 15 years, she was coming to my area for a family wedding in September. Our kids range in age from 3-13, so we decided to meet up at the zoo in Tacoma one afternoon. She and her husband Phil brought fresh, delicious, smoked salmon, which we all enjoyed during a short break before we walked through the zoo.

It was so great to see her again, and meet her husband and children.