Friday, October 13, 2017

Renee Runs!

Renee is a big fan of relaxing, so when she gets up, it is a race to the camera. I literally caught the tail end of her, as she was running out the door to give the gardener a piece of her mind.

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

The Mad and Mysterious World of the Memory

I have been once again reflecting on past friendships, which seems to be an annual occurrence in my life.  This reflection will usually last a week, and I think this year's reflection began today.  I was nostalgic, missing friends who live hundreds of miles away.  After a bit of wallowing in nostalgia, it was time for my evening walk.  Somewhere along my 3 mile route, I tripped over a rock.  This trip tripped an old memory.  It was over 20 years ago, when I was a teenager.  I was talking with a friend about how often people said, "dude."  My friend told me about a time when she went to the beach with a bunch of friends, and when one friend fell and began rolling end over end on a sand dune, she kept saying, "Dude, dude.  My back.  Dude."  I suppose this old memory suddenly popped into my head because I said, "dude!" when I tripped.  It was a reminder of how amazing and complex our brains are.  It also made me hope that that girl's back is fine.  It also reminded me what a blessing it is to have friends, especially to have friends that you knew 20 years ago.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Backwards Bucket List

A lot of people talk about their "bucket lists."  To me, that seems like looking forward to something you'll do tomorrow or on the weekend or maybe during the summer.  Why not enjoy today?  Why not celebrate the things you did today, even if they didn't include going to another country or risking your life?  After all, it's all those little things that will end up making your life memorable.  It's the 15-minute coffee date that you went to that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.  It's the one little silly thing you did to make the neighbor kid laugh, and now he wants to come to your house, and you've made life long friends.  Those are the things I'll celebrate.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Why is the Italian Dressing in the Bathroom?

These have been some long and tedious days.  I've been bored-so, so bored.  Then, just today, I saw the note on her refrigerator.  I asked her about it, and she gave me, as usual, an extremely vague and unhelpful answer.  It was clear that I'd have to do some investigating on my own.  We then went to lunch, only to return and find a huge puddle on the floor.  We thought at first the dog had peed, but the sheer volume of the liquid made that doubtful; plus, it wasn't yellow and it didn't smell.  But where it came from is anybody's guess.  Did a pipe break somewhere near the house's foundation?  I noticed that the questions are never ending.  What is that smell?  Did someone really break in and wash the dishes?  Why is there a bottle of Italian dressing in the bathroom?  I think life will never be boring again.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Downward Dog

I didn't have my camera with me when Renee did a downward dog right on the edge of the sidewalk and refused to continue walking, much to the amusement of several motorists in the busy intersection.

Monday, September 04, 2017

Mystery Monday

If you've been reading my blog, you'll know I've been expanding my literary horizons by reading horror and mystery stories.  I've also written about some interesting characters in my life who've vanished.  Last night, the two came together.  I had read a mystery story about a dream.  That night, I had a dream that involved one of those characters who completely vanished from my life.  In the dream, my family and I were vacationing at some familiar (in the dream) destination to us, and this friend who I haven't seen or heard from for years (I'll call her Allie) was helping us navigate the place.  I woke up, unsurprisingly, thinking about Allie and how I miss her.  We were close, and I loved being her friend.  We had great times together, but when she came out to me as a lesbian, she (wrongly) assumed I wouldn't want to talk to her again.  She quit talking to me, quit the job where we met and worked together, and moved far away.  I haven't seen her since.  I'm sad about that.  She asked me not to talk to her, so I've respected that, but that means that I'll never get the chance to tell her how much she meant to me, and how much I enjoyed our friendship, and that I would have still been her friend had she not quit talking to me.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Caravan and College Memories

Reading this book about two guys from England driving across America in an old Dodge Caravan brings me back to my days of driving an old Caravan in college.  It was one of few, maybe the only, 2-seater, "sports" Caravans around.  When my grandma gave me her old Caravan as a graduation present, I soon saw the superfluousness of the 2 rear benches. I was just one person, so I didn't need all those seats.  And without them, my car became my own personal dressing room wherever I went.  I even considered putting a fainting couch back there.  All that space was also great for transporting all my hobby equipment, and anything else I wanted to transport.  As I drove to college, and had hours to kill between some of my classes, my spacious car became my own personal study room, and not having to drive home saved gas.  I also saved gas on Sundays when I drove to church in the morning, ate a peanut butter sandwich in my car for lunch, took a nap in my car, studied some, and then walked into the building for evening church.

After I got married, Mr. M and I took a road trip to Palm Springs in my car.  The back had enough space for a full sized air mattress, so we saved money  there, too.  (We could barely keep warm, but we saved money.  And it was an adventure that we still talk about.  I loved that car, but not everyone did.  Some concerned citizens were worried about my safety and welfare, and gave me another car, so I gave my Caravan to a friend.
I am enjoying taking this vicarious road trip in a Caravan.