Advances of the Technically Challanged

I’m quite pleased with myself. I have managed to purchase and download music from the itunes store AND burn it onto a CD. I now have a very nifty CD with 6 of my favorite swing dance tunes.

It’s good to be a mother….

I think your chances of being a good mother are directly proportional to having been mothered by a good mother. What makes a good mother? Someone who takes the responsibility seriously, who would literally lay her own life on the line for her children if need be, and who figuratively does so, on a daily basis during the years her children are growing up. I fortunately had that with my mom. There was never a doubt in my mind that my well being was at the top of her list of priorities. It’s a security that I took for granted, but not every child is so lucky.  I think that’s the main thing. That, and a set of values that are consistent with God’s game plan, and which are diligently and consistently taught.  No mother is perfect.  Mistakes are made but children, luckily, are resilient.  Anyway, I’m glad I’m a mom.  My grown-up children (and their spouses) are everything, and more than, I ever hoped they would be.  I’m not going to take more than a quarter of the credit for that.  They can split the other three fourths, as they see fit, among themselves, their father and God.  But being their mom has definitely been one of the best and most important things I’ve done in my life, and I’m incredibly happy with the results.  Thanks to my mom on this Mother’s Day, and to hers.

What the heck?

On my way home from walking this morning I noticed something about our lemon tree. There weren’t any lemons on it. Where’d they go? Last time I looked there were about a dozen. When did the lemon bandit come into my yard and harvest my lemon crop?????

Yes, it’s bigger.

I officially declare the Prius larger than the Saturn. This I know because I just washed it and it required a step-stool for me to reach the middle of the roof.

Isn’t He a Cutie?

This is our great-nephew, Colin. He was born on March 19. Nicole and Andres Juarez are his parents. He comes to visit once a week. This photo was taken last night.

The Wisdom of Pioneer Women

Yesterday I went to Cousin Izzy’s memorial service.  She was 95 and she and my dad had been each other’s favorite cousin. One of the things said at the service by her niece, was something that Izzy had told her she learned from her own mother. That was my great Aunt Janie Palmer Abbott. Aunt Janie had said when you find that you are feeling sorry for yourself, you have two choices. You can do something to help someone else, or you can mop the kitchen floor. I need to do one or the other, because I am feeling sorry for myself that I didn’t see Cousin Izzy more often, that I didn’t give myself the gift of more of her company.

Another Year Older

Well, actually only another day older, but you know what I mean. I went into the health food store Monday to get some more calcium and the sales clerk, a woman I’d guess to be in her late sixties, asked me if I was 62. I said, “Not yet. Give me 4 more years.” Didn’t exactly make my day, since usually people tend to think I look younger than my age rather than older. But she just didn’t want to cheat me out of my discount if I qualified for one. She was trying to be nice.

Anyway, we’re goin’ to Disneyland today and tonight we are going to swing dance to the live band at Carnation Plaza. So there.

There Were Gorillias!

There were gorillas in my dream.  Two of them…maybe a mother and a child, since one was significantly larger than the other. They were bathing in mud.  And the rather large mud puddle was in the shower/boardwalk area between our house and garage.

That wasn’t the only odd thing going on at our house in this dream.  It started with me getting out of bed, putting on my robe and walking into the living room to find an unidentified young Hispanic man.  My startled self asked him, with a fair amount of annoyed tension in my voice, “What are you doing in my house?!?”  His answer consisted of showing me a small cardboard box (about the size of a brick) with numerous shiny black metal objects inside and a hand written statement addressed to me totaling $23.00.  After asking him to leave, I went out the back door to see if Raymond was anywhere outside, and that’s when I discovered the gorillas. There was also a crew of three or four workers doing major construction on the garage and the back of the house.  My inward response to this scene was something along the lines of a calm acceptance, like,  “Oh, I guess I forgot all this was happening.”
I enjoy bizarre dreams.

OK. Now I’m ready for all your humorous interpretations.

Happy Groundhog’s Day

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Heavenly Celebrations

I was wondering lately if birthdays are celebrated in heaven……or maybe conception days?