I was going to title this From The Other Side. . .Saturday was warm, the river was so beautiful and I just didn’t feel like cutting more brush. With some urging from Don, I went for a stroll through the brush down to the river.
Warm–brush–briers–wood debris = in my mind, snakes. I did proceed with caution wishing I had packed a pistol, or the machete, both, and a bottle of water. There were no snakes, whew!, but I did find the skeleton of a hybrid creature of raccoon and opossum.
Finally making it to the river, I had more surprises. The sand wasn’t stable and my shoes weren’t tied tight enough. Socks can wash. A small raccoon trail skirted the water’s edge. So neat to see where the critters had left prints in the mud and the still part of the river.
My exploration led around the bend where I picked up trash with no thought how I would haul it back up. I loved being so close to the rocks and the different strata in the cliff. The best discovery of all was in my imagination, I could see the Indians that used this river.
I’m not a big fan of Valentine’s Day or the celebration of commercialized holidays. Maybe it stems back to elementary school days where I wasn’t the one of the popular kids. My crudely decorated (I’m not artist) shoebox held only a few cards. No sympathy because this shaped me–both good and bad.
Having children changed some of my sourness, although I harbored a secret fear that my kids would not get cards. My focus changed to showing them an extra day of love and special treats. I’ve kept all their handmade cards to me.
In the fifteen Valentine’s Days we’ve celebrated, Don has never forgotten to do something special even though I asked him not to. I have a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the coffee table. He plans to cook one of my favorite meals – shrimp!
I’m happy for others who get the special gifts or fancy dinners for this one day. I’ve been blessed with family and friends who show every day that I’m special.
For this Valentine’s Day, I send special prayers to those who may be alone, or worse feel as if they are all alone–God Bless Them!
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!
At the time I shot this video–my experiment with a new camera February 2012–I thought I’d have Gambler until he died. It has taken me until this month to be able to watch the raw footage without crying.
Giving my beloved horses away was so difficult, and for the best for all of us.
Most people won’t understand the bond I shared. Oh, sure, lots of people own horses, but only a special are owned by their horses.
Keep dancing, Gambler!
Hope you enjoy!
When Don and I bought The Bluff, we should have called it The Garbage Dump. Oh, sure, the outside appeared neat and orderly, but peel back a layer. YUCK! Did these people EVER use a trash can? Or did they solicit trash?
If it is metal, it has been either stored for my projects or sold for money. Yes, I do know how to work the system. Too bad there is no market for greenbrier vines! Yet!
My other big project has been to clear the brush, vines, and trash from the cliffs surrounding the river. The view is worth dangling off into space.
The chainsaw on a pole Don bought me has cut my limb sawing time in half. As long as I don’t try to catch any of them, I’m good.
Unfortunately, I carried my short-fused temper over to my charity work this week. I was nice to the clients–met a most wonderful man who shared his faith and part of his life story with me. Received hugs from special people I look forward to seeing every month.
It was the volunteers. Bully me, try to walk over me, and you will discover a side of this old woman you might not want to see. She did. I’m not proud of my delivery but the message came out as intended. I’m a firm believer in you teach people how to treat you.
I’m amazed that he survived childhood. He tested his parents’ patience to the max. I thank his mother every year for raising a fine son even though he pulled horrible stunts. If that willow tree we planted upside down could talk about all the switches it provided.
And a new me. No, I’ve not mysteriously dropped to Twiggy size, as much as I wish. I’ll never be that small, nor do I wish to. My new year is more about me. For my close friends and family, this is a big deal for me to say. I’ve always put everyone else first, never saying no–usually saying yes. Involving myself in things that I either didn’t want to do, or felt guilty if I didn’t do it.
Not this year. I made Don a promise the other day that WE owe each other our best self. That means taking care of our bodies, taking care of our mental heath, taking care of US.
So if I don’t “like” or comment on everything that is posted on Facebook, don’t get upset. The computer and FB and checking my phone aren’t my top priority any more. Sure, I will answer my phone or reply to emails, it just might not be immediately if I’m deep into one of my many projects.
If I don’t blog every other day, I might just not have anything to say, or not feeling clever. If I don’t get another book written, that’s just the way it is. Doesn’t mean I’m not a writer. I refuse to accept guilt over what gets done.
If I get super skinny or stay the way I am, I’m okay with it. I like who I am for once in my life. I want to celebrate this. (Still not too happy with having my picture taken, but I’m working on it.)
I hope you will follow my journey either through my blog or FB. Laugh with me, cry with me, prayer with and for me, be my friend. As I am yours.
Happy New Year, Y’all!
Yesterday was a special day for me. My beautiful niece invited me to her church for what I thought was a Christmas program. I zoomed by my sister’s house to get her and off we went to Austin to a special Christmas service. So why special? We went to the church where we’d both been baptized into–yes, cradle Lutherans. The church where our family was one of the original twenty who formed it in 1883, the church where we both were married, confirmed in our faith, and held the funerals for our parents.
St. Martin’s Evangelical Lutheran Church held a full service in German. No English. The bulletin had English translation, except for the sermon. I only caught a few words and wished that I’d been able to understand all of what Pastor Heidi was saying.
Instead, my mind filled with memories–of sitting next to my father. He had his hands full with me as I was not a good or patient child. Plying me with Lifesavers probably wasn’t the best thing either. Christmas Eve services used to be in German and we’d take my grandmother. I sang in all the choirs, was in the first handbell choir–now St. Martin’s Ringers.
The physical church has undergone renovations, as all building must. I love the changes although my father didn’t. The gorgeous altar, carved by Peter Mansbendel, is still as impressive. The stained glass windows, that we had to learn all the meanings during confirmation, captured the last of the winter sunlight flooding the sanctuary with vibrant colors.
I left the service with more than I’d walked in with. A soul-stirring peace that I’ve been missing, a new appreciation of my heritage, pride in my niece. Yes, I could pick out her voice even though she doesn’t think so.
Thanks, Sarah, for a wonderful special day.
Happy Anniversary, Don.
The years have flown by, although when times were rough they crawled. Like the seasons during a year, our marriage has evolved. From the Cinderella lies that filled my head during the teen years, I learned there is no HEA–after I said, “I do.” Graduating from the school of hard knocks with diploma in bruised heart, there is no sunshine minor, I learned to be guarded with those who came into my life.
When we decided to join our lives together (and kids) I was filled with a nauseous trepidation and wide-eyed determination. I saw something special in you. You let me know everyday that I’m special.
I have grown so much as a person because of you. You have made me strong. I have experienced a life I never would have known without you. From learning to be an excellent shot to racing a dirt track car to adventuring in foreign countries. You’ve given me the confidence I lacked.
Each day with you is different and wonderful because of the surprises you bring me. God brought us together and has blessed us beyond measure.