Feb 262015
 

not to worry

not to frown

not feeling down

.

cozy housecourtesy:dailymail.co.uk

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simply feeling quiet as a mouse right now.

.

re~energizing i guess.

reading three good books.

.

mouse with book

.

.

taking naps.

.

eating fairly what i should.

always a debatable issue!

LOL.

.

one that i don’t care to debate here.

:D

.

just letting you know . . .

things are nice and slow

here at the little wren house.

and i’m just . . . for right now . . .

quiet as a mouse.  but . . .

a happy mouse.

.

winter is a nice time for

reflection. introspection. new directions.

and . . .

sundae

YUM !!!

.

hot fudge sundaes!!!!

.

see ya!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

Feb 212015
 

Gold Trophy

for all of us

wannabe

HAMS

.

LOLOL!!!

yes.

IT’S  . . .

TA DA . . .

.

THE OSCARS!!!

sunday night.

.

oscarcourtesy:thepessimist.com

.

yup.

it’s that time again.

time for

THE OSCARS !!!

.

now.

if you’re not a movie nut

you couldn’t possibly care less!

.

and even if you ARE a movie nut . . .  as i am . . .

even i can get a little weary of all those

glam people applauding themselves ALL of the time it seems . . .

and competing for this award . . . or that award . . . throughout the year.

and i seldom watch all those different ones.

.

but

i do usually watch TWO of them at least.

the Oscars and the Tonys

.

movies and broadway!

and sometimes i enjoy

the golden globe awards too.

.

and that red carpet!

and the gowns!

and the tuxedos!

and the beautiful people just being beautiful!

.

oh my gosh.  coming up . . . pictured below . . .

she is the epitome of the over used word . . .

” STUNNING! “

lupita nyong’o

.

and she’s a consummate actress.

well deserving of that award.

.

 a lady.

well spoken. intelligent. gracious… amazingly talented.

beyond her years really.  she’s quite young.

.

lupita is

a breath of fresh air

.

after

the likes of the

kardashians.

ewwwww !!!

.

sorry. just my personal opinion about them.

if you like them you must have your own reasons i’m sure.

i think their  only talent is making money getting their pictures splattered

all over the place.

oh wait.

NO!

they mostly just take

SELFIES.

  my mistake.

such

 MODEST

talented girls they are. GAK.

.

lupita nyong’o

in the movie

‘ 12 years a slave. ‘

.

lupita

yes.

.

‘ the oscars! ‘

it is extravagant.

and it is over the top.

but it’s all in good fun old bean.

.

AND

even if . . . you’re like me . . .

this year i don’t think i’ve seen a single one of the nominated pictures  . . .

i’ll still watch.

.

paddington was actually unusual for me to see at the theatre.

.

it’s still fun to see the oscars take place.

it’s a tradition now in the little wren house.

my popcorn’s all ready!

LOLOL

except . . . after saying all this stuff . . .

i think last year i watched downton abbey.

.

so much for tradition in the wren house!  LOLOL !!!

.

oh well.

this year it will be the oscars.

.

and i’ll be sure to watch my beloved

DOWNTON ABBEY

on monday night.

they always do a repeat showing.

.

 i do so love movies.

 i would have enjoyed being a character actress.

.

but even loving movies as i do . . .

 i generally wait until they’re on dvds and then i watch them

IN THE COMFORT!

of my own living room.

popcorn and all.

.

here are just a very few of my favorite faces of

ALL TIME . . .

never tire of pictures starring these faces and talents . . .

i’m sure i’ll be missing MANY of your own.

many of mine too.  but it’s already an overly long post!

.

  i love the classics as you already know.

i watch a lot of TCM!

what a brilliant idea you had!

thanks mister turner.

.

turner classic movies.

.

 mister grant

.

had to open with mr grant.  it’s the LAW.

eat your heart out george clooney.

i like you alright mister clooney . . . but no real comparison in my book.

.

and did mister grant age well?  you ask?  LOLOL!!!

.

oldercourtesy:commons.wikimedia.org

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oh lordy i guess so!

the man was rugged elegant and immaculate all at the same time!

.

then there are the couples i love . . .

.

tracy and hepburn

trac and hep courtesy:fanpop.com

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nothing more needs to be said.

.

and if you’re too young to know who these two below are . . .

well. I feel sorry for you.

actually with so many wonderful classics preserved and shown today

EVERYBODY surely should know the old stars!

age is no excuse old bean.

.

rock hudson and doris day

rock and doriscourtesy:listal.com

.

did you see that look on their faces?

they truly adored each other in real life too.

a lifelong friendship that lasted until his death of aids.

so beautiful.  and simple fun and witty and uplifting movies.

and beautiful to see.  the color so vibrant.

.

and now . . .

moving on to more recent fabulous movie teams

.

meg ryan and tom hanks

.

hanks and ryancourtesy:nydailynews.

.

‘ sleepless in seattle. ‘

what a fantastic movie!

.

another great movie with them too . . .

i love this one below!

.

meg and tom

.

one of my all time favorites!

YOU’VE GOT MAIL!

.

and then . . . .

.

hollywood’s favorite oklahoma boy.

we lost him last year.

.

james garner

james garnercourtesy:getbig.com

.

and my own favorite oklahoma boy below . . .

not too shabby either old bean!

.

he could have been a movie star too i think.

and of course i’m NOT prejudiced!

LOLOL!!

my own darling bob.

my bob 2courtesy of tammy’s private collection

.

and . . .

once upon a time

america had its very own

hugh grant!

only he was

jimmy stewart

.

jimmy stewartcourtesy:live.autographmagazine.com

.

and then of course

the amazing mr peck

as in gregory peck . .

or

beloved atticus

of

‘ to kill a mockingbird. ‘

.

gregorycourtesy:enanic.com

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my favorite role of his though . . . was in

‘ roman holiday ‘

it was an enchanting movie that debuted this enchanting small person . . .

.

audrey hepburn

but of course!

hepburncourtesy:audreyhepburn-a-style-icon.tumblr.com

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and . . .

speaking of aging well . . .

.

aging wellcourtesy:biography.com

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i believe that’s called . . .

beautiful INSIDE AND OUT old bean.

.

 this lady below is pure
TALENT

.

meryl winscourtesy:breitbart.com

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not a facelift in sight. just incredible talent. true beauty. and integrity.

.

oh this is getting to be

WAYYYY too long . . . and

i’ve only scratched the surface!!!  darn!

but time for at least just

ONE

fabulous brit!

.

a favorite of mine

.

judi dench

.

judi and oscarcourtesy:popsugar.com

.

and mr bond . . . oh yes!

.

judi and mencourtesy:usmagazine.com

.

and speaking of the bond men . . .

.

there resides in india . . .

one of my favorite men . . .

.

and he is none other than . . .

.

the sean connery of india!

.

he is only related to this guy

.

sean

by way of mutual rugged good looks and charm . . .

.

well . . .

to have one sean connery in the world is pretty nice.

but two of them?

how lucky ARE we!!!

.

if you watch or don’t watch . . .

hope you have a wonderful evening old bean!

.

we’re expecting an ice storm to move in.

so if i don’t reply to any of your wonderful comments . . .

it will be because i’ve lost power and am reading a good book . . .

perchance by candle light!  LOLOLOL!!!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon!

Feb 162015
 

OH MY!

fake fur

fake fur rug too

yes.

it’s a fake fur rug.

.

i am 19 years old.

i’m an old married woman by now.

.

it’s in the middle of the swingin’ sixties.

.

poor bob.

.

when you’re a grown man … almost thirty …

and you marry a teen ager …

.

well.

.

let’s just say

i hope you have a sense of humor.

.

and

he

did.

.

for weeks i had been patiently asking him if we could buy

a fake fur rug.

.

i’m smiling even now.

it was still right before women’s lib apparently!

after all. i had my own money. good grief!!!

but it was like that. you didn’t question it. times were different.

and oh how i thought i wanted that silly rug.

.

i would soon graduate to my mother’s beautiful taste.

after all . . . i had grown up with it . . .

and did really love it . . .

.

but at 19

i was cool and hip!  or so i thought!

and

i wanted to do my own thing.

.

 at the young and innocent age of 19 . . .

 even though i was step mother to a three year old . . .

i was hardly grown.

and

my taste was still all in my mouth i’m afraid.

.

BUT!

then again . . . what is taste really???

.

it evolves.

and it’s different for everybody.

.

and to each his own anyway!

.

so if you’re a proud owner of a fake fur rug even now

please don’t be offended!

  what was once maybe unusual or

over the top

is merely wonderfully artsy and kitschy now.

and in some cases . . . even very expensive as collector’s items.

LOLOL!!

it is old bean. just the way the world wags!

.

but back to my story.

funny. i just thought of something.

.

sometimes i can’t remember what i had for lunch yesterday.

but i can remember conversations and things that happened

long ago as if it were 15 minutes ago.

.

what’s up with that!

.

well . . . it was the age of

twiggy

.

twiggy

and mary quant

.

and

little white go-go boots just like goldie’s

.

and these guys

beatles

.

and

lime green

and

fake fur rugs apparently.

LOLOL!

.

SO

here’s what went down . . .

.

“BOB!

have you thought any more about it? “

.

i’m using total charm.

and a winning argument is already prepared.

i could be running for congress.

.

and he is studying a very complicated blue print

that he’s going to possibly have to re design.

my timing was always notoriously

BAD.

.

” honey i want to get this fake fur rug. it’s SO beautiful!

THIS is the one we need. right here.”

i show him the picture.

.

” hmmm… “

from him.

no response. he’s really quite busy. not looking up.

.

you’d think i’d know better. i was raised by a military man.

.

but i’m a young bride.

you have an exalted sense of your own power.

you think you’re adorable.

the truth of the matter is . . .

right now you’re just a bothersome gnat.

.

“did you hear me honey? i think we need this fake fur rug.”

( tammy tammy . . .  where was your minimalism? )

want or need?

:D

apparently i had fallen off the wagon old bean!

.

he at least looks at me

finally

 and smiles that gorgeous smile of his.

.

” i don’t think so. not now.”

.

” but bob. i love it!  i really want that rug. seriously i do!

i’ve been talking to you about it for weeks now!

are you even listening to me? “

.

of course i’m remembering my voice

as liltingly sweet here . . .

definitely NOT a whine. no. nary a whine in sight.

( that poor man )

.

 bob . . .

not NOW tammy

whoa. there’s a tone in his voice.

quietly firm.

.

well.

i can have a tone too. not so quietly i’m afraid.

and here it is . . . well . . . rather loudly actually . . .

.

” BOB !!!”

” GREAT SCOT AND CAT HOUSE THURSDAY !!!! “

.

i’ve heard that all bold caps means you’re yelling.

.

bob . . .

definitely looking up from the blue print now . . .

and now . . .

said with an irritatingly sweet and quizzical smile . . .

as if looking at . . . a . . . a . . . what? . . .

a misbehaving puppy for pete’s sake  . . .

.

“WHAT WAS THAT ? ? ? ”  he says . . .

what the heck does THAT mean?”

.

and me . . .

said with all the fury i can muster . . .

and let me tell you. that’s quite a lot of fury.

.

BOB !!!

” THAT !!

IS

ME !!

SWEARING !!!

    

.

and now i at least have his FULL attention.

.

AND now he’s laughing right out loud.

.

actually the word guffaw comes to mind.

.

and then he tells me

.

” only you would swear with 6 words when all you need is two

.

end of fight.

well. it was really my own fight.

LOL

.

he taught me one thing as he raised this child bride . . .

it’s never about fake fur.

.

it’s about love and laughter.

laughter with love

laughter that can diffuse any ridiculous issue.

it’s laughter that keeps things in perspective.

.

it’s laughter that makes later tears easier to bear.

tears about the bigger issues . . . say . . . like cancer.

.

and if i were ever asked now what helps more than anything

in any marriage . . . young or old . . .

i would still say the same thing . . .

”  laughter is the glue. “

.

and yes.

i did get my fake fur rug.

and yes.

the blue print was a success.

and yes.

in case you’re wondering . . .

i’m sure i was

spoiled rotten!

.

but. alas. and alack. and as it were . . .

i DID grow up

.

great scot and cat house thursday !

.

til soon old bean!

til soon.

Feb 132015
 

it’s what she always did.

.

and i find myself doing it too.

alone boydawallpaperz.blogspot.com

.

.

when i hurt.

when someone i care about hurts.

when the world is simply

too much with me.

.

when all the news seems bad.

when my LOL doesn’t LOL

.

when even my smile is weak for days and days.

.

here’s what i do.

well.

it’s what my gram always did.

and without even realizing it . . .

i grew up doing it too.

.

gram

CLEANED.

.

and now . . .

just as natural as rain on fresh dark earth . . .

.

i find it a solace for me as well.

.

rain on grounddailymail.co.uk

.

only i don’t just clean.

.

cleaning is only the secondary solace.

.

i find myself craving simple.

simple like never before.

.

i get rid of stuff.

.

amazing how there’s ALWAYS stuff.

stuff you can get rid of.

even for a self admitted minimalist.

.

i crave a certain lightness of being.

.

it’s as if the weight my heart is carrying is heavy enough.

.

when i look upon clean and clear surfaces . . .

.

i just breathe easier.

.

there’s still enough to be comfortable.

comfort is important and never under rated by me.

but what is there is useful.

it knows its job and it does it.

there are no free rides in the little wren house.

.

but my comfort

my comfort here is beautiful.

. . . as you know . . . from reading the peanut . . .

.

my comfort comes from color and texture and art

not a lot of things sitting around.

.

as i write this there is a beautiful sunshine yellow velvet pillow

in my white wicker reading chair.

.

in another white wicker chair nearby is a fuchsia colored soft throw.

and a teal blue padded seat cushion in the same chair.

.

it’s here near the desk where i’m writing this. not really a “desk” . . .

but the long dark wood table really … that holds another lamp

and my little wooden pen holder the marine made for me

and of course this computer.

and on the wall facing me as i type . . . a large enchanting painting.

and that’s all.

.

on the bar into the kitchen nearby

  are blonde rattan square baskets side by side holding pots

filled with green plants.  and another small lamp.

it makes a nice divider.

.

the round glass topped table by the reading chair

has a long soft cloth of deep orchid over it.

on it are only my library books and my phone.

and plenty of space for a cup of something wonderful to drink . . .

or even lunch.

.

all these colors are so welcome in the dead of winter.

.

even with no snow here . . .  our souls need color.

.

i sometimes dream i have a room like this one below . . .

.

for me . . .

ideal if cleared of most of the knick knacks.

keep the flowers … the box … the white tea pot and cup … the paintings

it would be so much more restful without all that other little stuff.

at least to me

.

but then you know me old bean!

min brcatbass.com

.

what draws me to this room are the windows.

.

can you imagine sleeping there on a rainy night?

with the blinds all pulled back . . . with the clear windows . . .

with thunder and magnificent lightning?

.

or one with the sky full of stars?

.

or snow softly falling?

.

those are the THINGS that thrill me.

.

not trinkets and dust catchers.

.

i find myself wanting to clear . . .

to even delight in the word

clear.

.

it takes so little for a space to be beautiful.

.

balance.  love.  calm. simple. clear. clean. enough.

.

all words that make it better somehow for me.

.

instead of

crowded. excess. more. dusty. clutter. too much.

.

bear with me dear bean.

.

you know me well enough by now to know i’m not preaching it.

.

i’m simply helping myself in writing it here to re affirm the

wonderful feeling of my simple life.

.

it helps me to smile when things are sad.

.

and . . .

you just never know.

it might even help you too if you should ever feel the need!

.

clean and simplehomesbyhomes.com

.

a lovely friend of mine here in blog land asked recently on her own post

what our favorite type of decor is.

.

i answered truthfully . . .

the english country house that simply

evolves

over time.

nothing contrived.  only what is cozy useful and beautiful.

.

or something to that effect.

.

and i do like that.

but that kind of room or home is also usually quite full of stuff.

even though it’s beautiful stuff..

.

and though i do love it . . .

i simply couldn’t live with it.

.

you know the old saying . . .

.

“a nice place to visit but i wouldn’t want to live there!”

.

nope.

.

i need the spareness and the beauty of just enough.

.

never very much.

.

and during times i’m feeling bad.

whether for me. or for someone else.

.

i need it more than ever.

.

little wren place

so …

i shall stay right here in my own spare yet colorful comfort zone.

.

and hoping you’re nice and cozy in your own too.

whether it be full of stuff or not!

we all have to have what works for us. eh wot?

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

.

AND

a special message to all of you.

.

with love and a grateful heart from me

for your recent outpouring of kindness and empathy

for my friend the captain and his loss.

.

to you

Feb 112015
 

this is KC

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

.

last night

a dear friend of mine lost his best friend.

.

he rescued her from certain death in the pound.

he drove 500 miles to meet her.

and to offer her his friendship.

.

she was just a kitten.

she had been caught between the fuel filter and the truck bed.

.

the person who owned the truck was going to take her to the pound.

.

not on the captain’s watch.

.

he named her KC for keys cat.

.

they drove the 500 miles back to his home.

.

she was with him through all the moves…

the ups … the downs

the boats…

.

a great little ship mate.

for 12 years.

.

until last night.

.

she curled up in the curve of his arm to sleep.

.

in the night she cried out and took her last breath.

.

feeling loved

feeling protected

.

to the very end

.

by that great

scruffy hearted

soft hearted

wonderful

pirate captain

that i also call

my friend.

.

kc

was loved.

and will be missed.

.

she wasn’t “just a cat”

.

like they are never “just a dog”

.

or

“just”

any animal that we take into our homes

and our lives.

.

they are our family.

.

and a member of the captain’s family has died.

.

hold warm thoughts for my captain in your heart right now.

.

it’s the worst kind of hard.

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

Feb 052015
 

your laughter’s in the tree tops

tulips and fountaincourtesy:photographyblogger.net … sandeep pawar

.

.

your smile

is in the grass

.

smile in the grasscourtesy:hdwallpaperscoool.com

.

.

i hear your little muffled sigh

.

pug in tulipscourtesy:cutestpaw.com

.

in all the winds that pass

.

.

drinking springcourtesy:wallpapers111.com

.

.

and when i drank a toast last night

.

.

your face in the glass

.

your face

was in the glass.

.

.

til spring old bean!

til soon.

Jan 292015
 

there’s a bear in my heart.

.

yes.

it’s

paddington.

.

red hatcourtesy:paddington.com

.

he has ALWAYS been in my heart.

for years and years.

.

but NOW

he’s in my heart more than ever old bean!

.

i’m sure you know his story too . . .

but yesterday i saw his movie.

i did.

and i loved every minute of it.

.

smilecourtesy:paddington.com

.

he comes from the deepest darkest part of peru.

he loves marmalade sandwiches.

and if you don’t have any bread . . .

he doesn’t mind eating it right from the jar!

.

his uncle was killed in the great earthquake.

his parents had died much earlier.

his aunt must go to the bear’s retirement home.

.

but

of course . . .

 you probably know the story and all of his other adventures . . .

because they’re beloved great english children’s classics now . . .

written by

michael bond.

.

authorcourtesy:cbb.ca

.

but

anyway . . .

back to paddington and his movie!

.

Panoramic view from Victoria Tower on Houses of Parliament and  London skyline at night, London, U.K.courtesy:cubebreaker.com

.

his elderly aunt sends him to london.

with a note that says simply

.

please look after this bear.

.

and

the adventure begins.

.

AND OH MY.

large stationcourtesy:visitlondon.com

.

it’s such a very LARGE station in such a very LARGE city you know.

and

paddington is such a very SMALL bear you see.

.

BUT

he’s a dignified small bear

and

not lacking in courage.

.

lonelycourtesy:collider.com

.

his uncle told him that manners are very important.

.

so he tips his hat to everyone passing by.

.

yes.

all throughout the long long day . . .

to all the people marching by endlessly and so quickly . . .

.

he very good manneredly tips his hat.

.

london bearcourtesy:theshoppingmama.com

.

but

NOBODY

pays any attention to the polite little bear

from deepest

darkest

peru.

.

and now . . .

it’s getting dark in london.

.

tips his tatcourtesy:hollywoodreporter.com

.

what’s that?

there’s a pigeon where he usually keeps his

marmalade sandwich underneath his HAT!  oh no.

.

it’s getting late and he’s getting very

tired and very

hungry.

.

he has to find a new home and he’s hoping someone

might like to have a little bear at home.

.

and lo and behold . . .

the brown family get off one of the trains.

.

'Paddington' film brings 1950s bear to 21st century Londoncourtesy:app.com

.

they are all tired and grumpy from their day.

especially mr brown.

.

but . . .

MRS BROWN

bless her!

.

she notices paddington.

.

after all . . .

it isn’t every day that one sees a very small

very well mannered bear

in paddington station.

or in london period for that matter!

.

she stops to say hello.

.

she reads the little note hung round his neck.

.

please look after this bear.

.

mrs browncourtesy:londontopia.net

.

well.

you can guess.

they have tea there at the station.

which is hilarious.

.

and finally

 the browns decide he is welcome to sleep

in their attic overnight.

.

when at home there . . .

in number 32 windsor gardens

.

bear at homecourtesy:paddington.com

.

first he is invited to

“freshen up”

just as most traveling guests do . . .

when arriving after a long journey.

.

and

well

as you might imagine . . .

it is all very strange to paddington . . .

and

it consequently doesn’t go very well.

.

nope

not very well indeed.

.

don’t even ask.

freshening upcourtesy:buzzfeed.com

.

uh oh

.

mess in the loocourtesy:paddington.com

.

water disaster

after the flood and the

ahem . . .

fire in the kitchen a few days later . . .

.

and THAT one wasn’t even his fault . . .

.

he is full of remorse.

and one night . . .

he writes a note to the brown family

apologizing to them.

and he leaves.

.

 back out onto the cold and rainy streets of

london.

.

alone.

.

sad bearcourtesy:flicksandbits.com

.

he walks and walks and walks.

and then he sleeps awhile on a bench in the pouring rain.

.

and then . . .

.

thank goodness for a friendly royal guardsman

.

he comes in out of the rain.

.

out of the raincourtesy:youtube.com

.

AND!

oh my.

come to find out . . .

these wonderful guys keep sandwiches under

THEIR HATS

too!

.

guard sandwichcourtesy:badtaste.it.com

.

well.

soon

it turns out that an evil lady

wants to STUFF our paddington.

and put him into the museum of natural history.

.

she is played by

.

nicole kidman

.

a cold heartless stuffer of bears and other animals!

.

OH NO!

DANGER Paddington!

EVIL DANGER!!!!

.

stuff himcourtesy:tennessean.com

.

and follows . . .

more grand adventure . . .

AND

THEN

.

JUST in TIME

but of course old bean!

LOLOL

.

look who … whom … comes to

paddington’s rescue!

.

lord grantham of downton abbey!!!

.

no.

LOLOLOL!!!

i mean

MR BROWN!!!

.

mr browncourtesy:dailymail.co.uk

.

it is a truly edge~of~your seat adventure.

from the moment he sets his little paws in london.

.

and through some of the most beautiful backgrounds of london too!

it’s exquisitely photographed.

and wonderfully heartwarming.

and humorous too!

.

there is nothing cartoonish about it.

  it’s magical.

 i did love every minute of it old bean.

his face alone is worth the price of admission.

.

but then i also fully realize i live in a different world than most people.

alas. alack and as it were  . . .

i’ve been told that quite often actually.

LOLOL!!!

and that doesn’t bother me one bit.

it’s a better world i find.

.

and

well.

you know it has a happy ending old bean.

so

i’m not really spoiling it for you here.

.

the important thing is . . .

if you have a special little person in your life

.

or

HECK!

if you’re that special little person inside a big person just being

YOURSELF

 like me  . . .

.

do go see

paddington!

.

i pretty nigh on to guarantee you won’t be

disappointed but instead

ENCHANTED

just like i was!

.

oh.

and here’s a picture of a real

bear from deepest darkest peru.

it’s called a spectacled bear.

.

uh…

he’s the one on the left you know.

.

peru and paddington

they have the warm expressive face of paddington.

and of course

they’re endangered now…

just like so many of our magnificent wild beings on this planet

that we’re not sharing very well with them.

.

 well.

here’s a bear hug from me to you old bean!

.

and paddington’s sweet smile.

bear smile

.

the small courageous bear

who only wanted to belong to a family.

.

and found one.

.

paddington bear and andean bear

.

til soon old bean!

til soon.

Jan 262015
 

holy jumpin juno !!!

.

astonishedcourtesy:imgarcade.com

.

YUP.

that’s my reaction.

.

because so many of you

over 28 million people

for 240 miles

.

are to be gifted by

the winter storm

JUNO

.

arriving tonight and into tomorrow.

.

i’m just thinking about you old bean.

.

and wishing for you

safety

warmth

nourishment

cheer

good health

.

and probably . . .

what i lack the most myself . . .

patience!

LOLOL.

.

seriously.

.

my heart to yours.

.

 snow fallingcourtesy:winteronthefarm via content in a cottage
.

til soon old bean.

til soon!

Jan 242015
 

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PATRICK HELP ME !!!

PLEASE !!!  HELP !!!  HELP !!!

.

such a beautiful scene above.

YES!

and

it’s also a house painter’s nightmare.

there’s a story here. and a reason for this picture.

and i’ll tell you in a minute.

.

OH! and

 i’m thinking it might turn out to be too long.

you know only too well how my stories are sometimes.

so you can just quit reading any time old bean.

I WILL TOTALLY UNDERSTAND AND NOT BE HURT !!!

.

some tools of the trade are pictured below.

i learned to use them well.

that . . .

and the three inch brush for ‘cutting in’

cutting in

the brush that filled my entire hand. you do NOT use a small brush.

and it was the hardest thing i had to learn how to use.

well.

that and wielding a 12 foot ladder around.

.

but learn i did!  and i loved it!

.

cutting in

meaning getting a CLEAN razor sharp line of paint on an edge

where ceiling and wall meet. or wall and baseboard.

or where shelves meet the wall.

.

how to get JUST the right amount on a roller.

making it easier to blend . . .

so that there are no lines left on the wall.

.

it’s a skill.

5 gallon bucketcourtesy:simplyrooms.wordpress.com

.

and it meant

 working SO HARD all day long

that i didn’t have time to think. to cry. to do anything but

WORK.

.

i would come home exhausted. but it was not the empty

exhaustion of grief and loss and mental fog.

i would take a shower and shampoo my hair and eat.

and i felt rested somehow.

strange.

.

but i was young.

it was long ago.

.

FLASH BACK FIRST

.

bob died in early july of 1979.

.

  almost immediately after he died

i worked as a secretary

in a huge corporation

rich with thickly carpeted offices.

in the middle of the oil boom then.

the corporation was called

.

TOTCO

meaning

technical oil tools corporate operations

.

a subsidiary of

baker’s international.

.

i worked there for only 6 months.

my young boss was so uptight about

EVERYTHING

in his life . . . home problems . . .  as well as work problems

that the tension there everyday could be cut with a knife.

i did feel sorry for him.  i think he was going through a divorce.

.

but

i was a young newly widowed know~nothing back in the work force.

and smack in the middle of my own personal grief.

grief that i was keeping hidden.

because i wanted to be PROFESSIONAL.

i was sorry for him

 but i had little energy left for his unprofessional problems.

.

i was exhausted

emotionally and physically and running on empty.

and

being around him and being his

‘listening post’

was the last straw on my feebly constructed house of straw.

.

SO

 one day i turned in my two weeks notice and left

FOR ONE GLORIOUS WEEK

in the grand bahamas.

.

bahamas

the bahama princess hotel right on the beach.

it was the first vacation i’d had in years.

the only thing missing was my beloved bob.

.

but it was beautiful.

i just rested. soaked up sun. played in the surf.

AND

i did some soul searching there in the bahamas.

.

but even then . . . it took another 6 months to realize

i needed to do something else . . . or thought i did then anyway . . .

with my life.

my goodness.  i guess i had become a job hopper!

.

that first year after losing bob . . . i just wasn’t settled.

the next 6 months were spent working at the university.

.

here. the magnificent gothic bizzell library.

.

bizzell library

i loved my job at the bizzell system of libraries at the university!

.

you know that old bean.

i did a post about it.

in the short 6 months there . . .

it’s in the side bar

named  ‘ my bad ‘

but . . . here’s the thing . . .

.

i just needed to feel free of mind problems.  i can’t explain it actually.

i had a longing to not think. i needed awhile where i didn’t think.

that sounds terrible to admit here.

because most of my followers on the peanut are DEEP thinkers!

but it was true about me then.

.

and yet i knew i had to earn a living.

and i’ve never been afraid of hard work.

.

SO

once again i gave my two weeks notice to the library.

.

a friend of mine introduced me to a house painter

named patrick.

.

AND

 an adventure of well over a year in my life most unusual began!

uh oh. what a sentence.  LOLOL.

but alas alack and as it were . . .  true.

.

i had grown up helping my mother paint our rental houses.

.

not the outside. but the inside.

.

so fresh so clean.

i loved everything about it!

the wonderful smell of the paint making everything new.

.

SO

when i somehow talked patrick into hiring me . . .

.

i apprenticed to become a professional painter.

'You're never going to follow me in my trade, Son - you may as well go to university.'

and i spent the next year of my career life . . .

doing just that!

painting i mean! LOL

.

painting apartments. painting houses inside and out.

painting two stories with ladders within 2 feet of the pool’s edge.

i was the only woman that i knew doing that in that ‘ man’s world ‘.

at least in those days i was here. surely there are many others now.

and

i was never treated with anything but respect.

maybe good natured laughter at first yes.  . . . but later

when i had learned my trade . . . respect.

.

i worked for patrick for the better part of that year.

i even made it past the 6 month mark!

LOLOL

he worked for himself and just used a helper.

i was that helper.

my mistake later was thinking i could leave him and work for

MYSELF.

i had a little white mazda pickup… my own ladders…

and equipment.

i even had a special dolly that i could roll the

extremely heavy 5 gallon plastic buckets of paint around on . . .

so i didn’t have to ask for help from anybody.

you have to be able to carry your own weight.

.

speaking of weight.

i weighed 105 pounds.

and about 50 pounds of that was hair.

.

here’s what i looked like in those house painting days.

regular peanut readers have seen it before.

it’s in a sort of autobiographical post on the side bar over there.

.

GOOD GRIEF!

.

naturally wavy hair like a country western singer

and as thick as mud . . . and the color of mud too!

LOLOL

 bangs
yes. i know.

why on earth wasn’t i wearing a hair cut like i wear now?

nope.

i just crammed it all up underneath a ball cap every single day.

.

that adorable boy is jacob and blake’s daddy.

master sgt  mike.  my marine’s son. and my nephew.

he’s six feet tall now.

let’s you know how long ago it all was.

.

patrick was very patient with me.

.

once he left me alone in a very large very expensive empty house.

i was told to have it completed by the end of the day

while he worked in another part of the city.

.

we started at 5 a.m.

.

i worked all day.  i took a peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch.

and a thermos of water.

.

i left for home finally at 7 pm that night bone weary and sore.

it was on a friday.

.

he informed me on the following monday morning

that he had to re~do the entire house over the weekend.

i had not used enough paint on my roller.  it dried with lines.

not acceptable.

a hard lesson indeed.

.

see the picture at the beginning of the post?

.

it truly IS lovely.  but no doubt why i don’t particularly like

ROSES and THEIR THORNS!!!

.

 no.

similar

these pictures of course are not the real house in the first of the post

or the little out building as the one above . . .

but they are uncannily similar.

.

patrick worked on the front of the big house.

my job was the little outbuilding

covered with climbing rose bushes.

.

and with other shrubbery all around.

.

instructions from the owner were adamant.

” BE ESPECIALLY CAREFUL OF MY ROSES !!! “

.

well.

you couldn’t see it.

but at the back of that little house . . .

she had used barbed wire to hold up one of the vines.

BARBED WIRE !!!

.

 old rusty barb barbed thorn fence wirecourtesy:zmkstudio

.

and RUSTED barbed wire at that!

why on earth would somebody string that kind of wire

to hold up climbing roses.

roses have thorns enough themselves!!!

.

well.

this is WAYYYY too long already.

so let’s just end this sad tale.

.

1. tammy sets up her ladder on the side of building.  it’s taller than the one in the picture.  she has to be careful not to harm the bushes below . . . she has to duck between the wire and the roses.

2. she is wearing a white short sleeved t-shirt.  two places on her arm are already bleeding from the thorns. she somehow manages to get entwined in the barbed wire reaching for the eves.  and  . . . WHAT???? YES!!! lo and behold!!!  a lovely WASP’S nest right up under the eave.  and not an old nest either.  ZZZZZZ ZZZZZ

3. OH LORDY!!!!  OH NO!  wasps wire thorns high on a tipping ladder a can of paint . . . ALL are terrible combinations for disaster.

4. HELP!  PATRICK!!! HELP!!! PLEASE HELP HELP!!!  can he hear me? he’s all the way up front!

5. he hears me.  he arrives.  he does not laugh.  he makes his way through the roses.  he removes the paint can.  CUSTOMER CARES first.  of course.  the wasps are swarming.  i’m not bitten yet. but the thorns and barbed wire are working me over.  every way i move i’m constricted by the wire that has twisted all through my shirt.

6. he says BE STILL.  0@#$%!  yes.  he used very colorful language. at me? at the wasps? the wire? the roses?  nope.  we ALL know.  probably ME.

7. i hear a ripping sound.  he’s literally tearing the shirt off my back.  the only way to untangle me. he then grips me around the waist with one strong arm while holding the wire over my head with his other arm. with one swift turn he gets us both free without even getting a scratch on him.

8. i am now standing there for all to see . . . half naked and bleeding and needing a tetanus shot.

 .

i lost my shirt in another way too old bean.

.

thin

by the end of that year and into the new one . . .  i weighed 89 pounds.

i wound up in the hospital.

.

i had tried to bid my own jobs.

i lost money on every one of them.

.

a silly little girl thinking she knew how to do it all.

.

WRONG.

.

i collapsed on a job site one day and had to go to the hospital.

i hadn’t been eating apparently. food costs money!

and i was just working very very hard.

not a combination for good health.

.

BUT . . .

it had a happy ending old bean!

after a very rough spell i’ve already told you about . . .

.

i got my wonderful job at the big hotel and conference center.

you remember!

that was super fun.  and i dearly loved the people i worked with.

.

BUT

i tell you what old bean . . .

next time you see a guy or a gal up on the top of a ladder

paint brush or roller or sprayer in hand . . .

tip your hat with respect.

.

it’s not an easy job.

.

and if you grow roses . . .

FOR PETE’S SAKE !!!!

DON’T

GROW THEM RIGHT UP BY THE HOUSE.

please!!!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon!

.

and if you made it to the end of this epistle . . .

thanks!

Jan 192015
 

in your life

sign simple things

.

do you have things that just upon seeing them

or thinking of them

bring you a feeling of

inexplicable

joy?

.

like this picture?

.

window curtain blowingcourtesy:kuwans.com

.

i can literally look at this picture and feel the air.

i can see the swell of the gossamer simple white curtains.

just the movement and the breeze

and the greenery outside

promises of spring.

.

and oh. i don’t know!

it simply brings me joy.

.

and if the picture alone does that . . .

WELL !

LOL!

you can imagine what the real open window does old bean!

as a matter of fact . . .

it has been so warm here the last few days

i could have my big window OPEN!!!

all day!

what a wintertime gift.

.

and the northeast part of our big country

was suffering with

an ICE STORM

 of huge proportions at the same time.

oh my!

i hope you peanut readers there are safe and warm now.

i was thinking of you during that dear bean.

.

AND

it’s a time to think of simple pleasures for sure.

other than the weather!

.

 maybe this pleasure?

below.
.

this strange little fruit!

i just love them.

.

who was the very first person to have the courage to

break into that dark nubby outside and then

try the delicious pale soft and subtle inside?

.

but i’m SO GLAD they did!

.

avacadodrgrub.com

.

the simple

humble

avocado.

.

YUM!

delicious and full of healthy stuff.

.

or

this

.

blowing bubblescourtesy:susannoonanmd.com

.

THIS

was and continues to be a magical wonderful thing to me.

i loved it as a child.  and i love it now.

.

is it good for the environment?  i have no idea.

.

but it’s a simple lovely quiet enchanting part

of childhood pleasures.

and yup.

i still keep a bottle and a little bubble wand on hand

here at the wren house!

you never know when you might want to blow some bubbles.

:D

.

 and

here is one of my favorites.

.

the simple little house sparrow.

.

house sparrowcourtesy:animalphotos.me

.

i’ve always loved the common folk of bird land.

and the little brown sparrow is my favorite.

.

they’re industrious.  cheerful.

yes. they are cheerful.

.

they don’t have the vibrant flash of the cardinal or blue jay

or finch.

.

they just go about their business being

simple. brown. small.

and

brave.

.

one could do worse in this world than to imitate

a little brown house sparrow.

.

 and last.

but not least.

.

only the mere thought of the

LONDON TAXI !

i can just think of them and smile.

.

to me they’re like

little rolls royces!

.

london cabcourtesy:placeilive

.

just to remember being there is enough!

but then to remember . . .

riding in one to the queen’s theater

one enchanted evening to see . . .

with my beloved marine and his dear wife . . .

.

phantom of the opera!

.

we stepped inside a london taxi

 one of only five or six we took the whole time there.

and we were never disappointed!

.

all were shiny black

and

each one with immaculate dove grey interior.

.

clean would be an understated word!

amazingly clean really.

obviously a point of pride for driver and the city.

and what a pleasure to ride in one!

.

dove interior

.

it makes me happy

just to know there is a huge city filled with people

and the taxi cabs that are at their service

are almost like little identical rolls royces!

.

LOL.

well. humor me old bean.

they are to me.

.

if you ever took a taxi in new york or chicago

or in all of our great cities really . . .

with their grime and grit and rattling around  . . .

well.

suffice to say.

it’s a treat to ride in the london taxi.

and one of life’s little excellent pleasures.

.

okay!

that’s surely enough for this time.

there will be other pleasures posts on other days.

because i just love life’s little pleasures.

.

you no doubt have your

VERY OWN

list.

.

it’s fun isn’t it?

i could fill a book with all of mine.

.

i haven’t even scratched the surface here!

one book could be dogs alone for pete’s sake!

.

LOLOL!!!

.

sometimes i like to just take stock of all my pleasures

and think of them.

and keep adding to them.

it’s a great little inventory to keep.

kind of a lift to my day.

.

i hope you have a pleasure full day today

and

have a wonderful week old bean!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon!