What happened? I am still behind! My time management skills have let me down this week,
Please forgive the short post today and over the next week. Camp Robi starts tomorrow….
PHOTO: Camp Rules are dusted off and ready!
Photo: Matilda’s Room is in ship shape condition
Photo: Each year Matilda memorizes a poem to recite. Larry has the poetry board ready!
Photo: Camp Robi 2019 t-shirt
2019 Camp Robi is almost here…..I would like to thank everyone for being so kind and interested…and I know that I owe a dozen thank you notes, my house is dusty, I must schedule the week out a bit better, but there is one thing that YOU could help me with.
I need five WORD OF THE DAY words……I would love any suggestions. They must be 8 year old ready and PG rated and placed in the comment section of this post! { I will not be checking Face Book} Thank you so much….
Love you beyond the movie PARENT TRAP! { the one with Haley Mills. It has the PERFECT camp in the movie}
Photo: Our view from the lanaiPhoto: Breakfast at the beach
Each morning while at the beach, we sat on the lanai and visited. It is not that Larry and I do not talk to each other, in fact we are always chatting, but it is different while we are at the beach.
There is a simplicity while we are away. We can talk, breathe and relax knowing that in the moment, this is as organic as it can possibly get.
My daughter Jamison had surgery while we were 8 hours in the air flying to Kaua’i. {no internet over the ocean} But Jared, her husband kept us informed and all is well.
My Girl, Matilda had ART camp while we were gone and Lauren worked in her Butterfly Garden.
I loved hearing about everyone’s activities and after that we would walk 4 miles to Spouting Horn and back home.
So, this morning, I am home. I am sitting at my work table. No bagels or marmalade and when ze blog is posted, I will read my devotional and paint. There is something about being back home. Its awful.
Yesterday was my birthday. It was a source of excitement for months because birthdays are the best of all holidays. You may not know it but my friends birthdays are ALL listed in my sweet little agenda. They may not hear from me, but if you listen closely enough, you can hear me whisper: Happy Birthday.
Larry made reservations at a little Bistro in Dallas for my birthday. We have been there often. It is cozy and charming. It takes about 45 min to an hour to get there from the cottage. When we arrived, they were closed. CLOSED. {the bad storms in Dallas left much of the city without power and had much damage. We had checked the bistro web site, and called. No messages were left anywhere about the storm and we thought that it was business as usual}
After a couple of hours driving home in the post storm traffic, we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant in Richardson. It was the most wonderful birthday I could have imagined.
In 1978, the first year that Larry and I were married, his mother gave me a birthday plate. I treasured that plate. I would bake and send goodies to friends on that plate. For about fifteen years, I used that plate. It meant the world to me. We had moved from Memphis to Texas and I used that wonderful treasure to share love and goodies. The plate was always returned back to me. Until once, I made cookies and delivered them asking only that the plate would be returned. It is the last time I ever saw the plate and the last delivery had been to my sister. {It was before we discontinued our dysfunctional relationship} The odd thing is, this year, I cannot get that plate out of my mind. Look!
Photo: I found a photo of the “This Day is a Rose ” plate oh Google images!
I wonder if I can still order a This Day Is A Rose Plate? Noooo. It just would not be the same…
Last week, while on holiday, Larry and I sat on the lanai and watched the honu swim in and out of the cove. I was in awe, I was in love and I was so happy.
Each morning, we sat on the lanai, drank hot chocolate, nibbled bagels, watched the ships, scuba divers and turtles. Then we usually dressed for a hike to Spouting Horn.
We slept well. Did not have jet lag at all. We ate good food, went to church with friends, picnicked on the beach and relaxed.
I have pictures of the special moments. {Yay for the new camera!} I will share them this week…
It is always good to be home-sweet-home. {I guess}
I am awake in the middle of the night. Jet lag is such a problem. I will explain later. BUT I have been trying to fix my email problem. Larry I will print up your reports soon I promise. To the ladies at the Presbyterian Woman’s Circle, forgive my inability to communicate right now….I will text you all.
I am sitting in bed typing, It is 1 AM. The movie on TV is Tully. I have woken Larry now, and he is touching my back.
Yesterday we started celebrating my birthday. I LOVE birthdays. It is a special time and I must thank Larry for being the best person I know. How amazing is it that I get to spend my life with him?
Thank you for listening. Time to turn out the light and cuddle.
I have been missing Libby very much this week. Perhaps it is because I have been struggling with a migraine. Whatever the reason….it always puts me in a thankful mood to have had Libby in my life and to just be me. How blessed have I been?
Blessings come in so many ways. Good and bad. Being thankful for them all, helps me stay centered.
I am also thankful to have the ability to journal like this daily. A BLOG. Who would have thought of this 50 years ago? It is wonderful.
I felt sluggish on Tuesday and then a migraine hit me. Yesterday, Wednesday I still had a head ache and felt awful. I have been very tired with this. But…It is Thursday. I am dressed to walk a few miles but do not feel like it at all.
Have you ever noticed that when you don’t feel well, so many things can piss you off? I limit my social media time because many of the Captain Obvious postings and the self serving ” feel sorry for me’ postings make me anxious. I want so badly to say something nasty and when I don’t feel well the temptation is to great.
I have an interesting painting on the easel. I have worked on it this week and promised myself that I would not over-think this painting and that I would relax and enjoy the process. I have a tendency to keep painting when I should have put my brushes away 20 minutes earlier. It might be a summer of new ART habits.
It must be time for me to go to the lake. Maybe I will feel better after fresh air.
What do you do when you are sluggish, agitated and anxious? Do tell. I need all the help I can get.
Last week, we had the honor of attending Matilda’s ART show at her school. It was amazing. It was genius. It was inspirational. To view the ART of young children and the promise that they hold is truly a gift to grandparents such as Larry and I. The future is golden.
Photo: Matilda and Larry at Matilda’s ART show.
A Matisse painting is worth millions….but being a grandparent is priceless.
On Sunday, Dinner and Movie, Larry and I grilled chickens, made potato salad and bought rolls for dinner. I made an ice cream pie for dessert.
You know that Doris Day has been my favorite actress since I saw one of her movies at a drive in theater, outside Philadelphia, in the early ’60’s. {The movie was Glass Bottom Boat} After her death last week, I planned Sunday dinner around her memory. Yes, we watched Glass Bottom Boat.
We enjoyed our light dinner while we toasted Doris Day and the wonderful entertainer she was. Have you ever seen IT HAPPENED TO JANE? I love Jack Lemon too.
Doris Day did not want a memorial service or to be remembered in any way, but Larry and I remembered her. I loved her. I will forever enjoy her movies and the spirit that she brought.
So in the happy bubbly spirit of the beloved actress…. Que, Sera, Sera.
We walked the Komen Race For The Cure on Saturday. It was an overcast day. I had a piece of paper with the names of special people next to my heart and I felt as if I could cry during the entire morning. Year lucky 7 is a sentimental one for me. {I am 7 years into this remarkable journey} Next year, there will be ART raffled. I am inspired. Below is my favorite shot from the day.
Photo: TEAM BELIEVE ~Declaration board for Komen website
My experience this year has been different than the past 6 years. Some people feel that my cancer threat is gone and I do not need their support. I must be honest, each day that passes, my anxiety about a recurrence gets worse.
This past year, some “people” have been interesting. A friend even tried to hijack my Komen fund-raising account and make it her own.{you do not want to know} I did not raise as much $$$ this year as in past years but the funds were donated from the heart. That means the world to me. Thank you all.
Today, I am thankful and proud. I would like to thank you for the support and love given to me. I send you each virtual hugs and as much love as I can muster on this page. You know who you are.
