Sep 012015
 

not a pretty post here.

but then

I’M SICK OF IT !

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baggy

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 pull up your pants.

  your underwear showing your lazy ass is not a fashion statement.

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you think you ‘be cool’  ?

well.  you’re NOT.

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you’re in a GANG.  you drove by and shot into a house.

oops.  the wrong house.

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you KILLED a little 9 year old girl doing her homework.

there’s nothing cool about that.  it was murder.

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nobody’s on the street protesting that she was shot.  she’s just dead. and YOU did it.

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i’m sick of it.

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you emptied a gun into the BACK of a deputy putting gas into his car.

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you be cool?

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there’s nothing cool about that.  it was cold blooded MURDER.

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i’m sick of it.

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you’re a pathetic white guy who is supposed to be minding a little baby.

are you its father?  who knows.

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you literally BEAT IT TO DEATH.  an innocent little baby.

you be cool?

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well you’re NOT.  you murdered that little baby.

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i’m sick of it.

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THIS is what you live by.

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gun pointed

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if i’m a cop.  and i see that . . .

my training is to shoot you.

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i have to make SPLIT SECOND DECISIONS.

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every day of my life when i leave for duty . . .

my wife and children NEVER know if THIS is the day i don’t come back home.

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because of YOU. 

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i’m sick of it.

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you’re as mean as snakes.

i don’t buy your mental illness.

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you’re lazy. and you’re whining that YOU are mistreated.

you disrespect the law and order that the rest of us try to live by.

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you rob.  you kill. you destroy.

  you make the rest of us . . . YOUR color and MY color . . . DECENT people . . .  live in fear.

and when you’re SHOT . . .  all those like you

protest . . .

by doing MORE KILLING  and MORE DESTROYING.

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i’m sick of it.

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poverty is no excuse.

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my father’s father DIED when he was 9 years old.

you know what?

there were no programs to help people in those days.  YOU WORKED.

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he got a JOB at 9 years old selling newspapers to help put FOOD on the table.

for his widowed mother and his two little brothers.

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he didn’t take a GUN and ROB a store or an innocent person.

HE WORKED.

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i don’t feel sorry for you.

you have a HUGE CHIP on your shoulder.

you think the world OWES YOU a living?

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well it DOESN’T.

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you’ve got a sorry attitude.

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i’m sick of it.

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pull up your pants.

find a bar of soap and some water and clean up your act.

get any kind of job you can.  shovel shit if you have to.  but respect yourself.

go into a church.  every one of them has some kind of program that can help you.

and there are hundreds of programs available to you if you really WANT help.

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respect your MOTHER.

and  if she’s a crack head. . . then get OUT.

get a life for yourself.

it’s YOUR life. 

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you don’t have to wallow in the gutter and live a violent life.

IT’S NOT COOL.

there’s NOTHING cool about ROBBING and SHOOTING people.  it’s STUPID.

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too many have gotten OUT of your situation for you to use your situation as a

pathetic EXCUSE.

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i’m sick of it.

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an excuse.  that’s all it is.

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because you like to think  you’re so cool.  and you’re so mistreated by the cops.

when really . . .

you’re just a lazy scuzzy little boy in baggy pants with a gun.

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GET OVER YOURSELF.

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I’M SICK OF IT.

Aug 312015
 

this picture simply makes me happy.

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a happy picturecourtesy:wishfulthinking.  agirlsnighttodream.tumblr.com

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wabi sabi at its best.

it’s time to do another wabi sabi post soon.

i like it as much as i  like cosy minimalism.

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rust.

stone.

wood.

soft fur.

ice cold water from the spigot of a well.

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it doesn’t get much better.

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it brings back memories.

 moments fleeting across the mind . . .

little glimpses of our past.

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treasures that make us feel good to this day.

filling all our senses.

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the late summer air ablaze with the song of cicadas.

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a dog splashing cold drinking deep…

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and now.

autumn awaits in the wings!  like a prima ballerina eager for her place on stage.

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autumn never seems an ending to me.  but always a beginning.

better even than spring!

i don’t know why.

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Aug 292015
 

last night at 9:30

a knock on my door.

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the angel

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i was sitting watching an episode of tiny house living on HGTV.

i just love those tiny houses!

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the knock startled me.  i don’t think i’ve ever had anyone knock on my door here so late.

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the french doors are all glass.  no peep hole there!

i opened the blinds to see who was there before opening the door.

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there stood the marine.

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he came in.

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” is your phone working?

i’ve tried all evening to call you.  it’s giving a continuous busy signal. “

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there it sat on the table by my chair.

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he knows i don’t like talking on the phone for long periods of time.

and it hadn’t rung all evening.

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he had driven in the night from clear across town to see if i was okay.

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my cell phone in my purse was turned off.

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i guess my little $15  home phone gives a busy signal when the battery needs charging?

my friend celia the other day said she’d called too and yet it never rang.

i have to check on it.  must be something wrong. or i need to keep it on the charger.

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he leaves for the mountains of colorado this morning.

we agreed to have breakfast together before he leaves town.

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i wouldn’t even mention any of this . . .

except that i want to tell you something.

YOU especially

old bean.

whichever one of you might need to hear this.

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it so happens that i have been fighting a case of bronchitis since last sunday.

it’s pesky and miserable.  i sound like a baby seal. and i choke continually.

apparently i have to program my sorry self with some kind of ailment every summer.

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this year it’s bronchitis. an old enemy.  once i had it for 5 months straight and lost my voice the whole time.

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many people actually enjoyed that! LOLOL!

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my main concern was that i had gone up to tulsa last sunday with the marine . . .

and might have given it to the people there as well as him.  i started getting sick that night at home.

but. it turns out they’re all fine.  it’s just my own problem. thank goodness for that!

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old bean.

when you feel really sick. you hurt. you’re miserable. life sucks.

LOLOL!

yes.

i sometimes say that. i do.

i used to get onto robin for saying that . . . in her 15 year old world.

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but the truth is. sometimes it just fits. and it just does.

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so if you’re in that place right now . . . reading this . . . if you’re very sick . . . or wounded . . .

and you have no marine named michael to come and check on you . . .

simply to see if you’re okay . . .

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then you just come right here to the peanut.

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remember the title of this post.

NOT ALONE.

you can come back any time you need to.

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those of us who live alone are used to it.  for whatever reason that has required it.

we adjust in many ways.  and it’s quite pleasurable actually.  to most of us anyway.

to me it is.  i’ve lived alone now more years than i ever lived with my parents or bob!

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but when you’re sick . . . really sick . . .  it sometimes borders on sheer misery.

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if you need something . . . YOU must get it.  if you eat . . . YOU must fix it.

YOU remember when to take whatever it is you’re supposed to be taking.

that’s when you write stuff down!  at least i do.

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and all that’s not so hard. and it’s not anything to feel bad about.

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it just is what it is.  and it will all pass.  and you’ll be fine again.

or you won’t.  everything in life is 50/50 after all.

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but i’m trusting you’ll be fine again in no time!

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so if you’re reading this right now.  and you’re sick.  and you’re all alone.

you just come here old bean.

i’ll be your marine.

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go up there to the past posts A to Z.

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many of them are actually hilarious. all at my own expense LOLOL!

they’ll make you feel better.  you’ll feel at home.

you’ll have company.

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we’ll sit together and have a warm cup of something or other . . .

or if you’re too hot we’ll make it something lovely and cool . . .

whatever it takes.

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we’ll watch something good on tv . . .

or we’ll sit quietly and just read together.  or . . .

you can sleep.  and i’ll watch out for you.

i’ll be in the same room.  and you can feel that you’re safe.

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come by here old bean.  whenever you need to feel you’re

not alone.

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Aug 262015
 

justin bieber

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tattoos

this morning.

i had to go to the grocery store.  i went early while it was still relatively cool.

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a young man was coming out as i was going in.

he looked very much like the young man above.

only he had on a clean snowy white tank top shirt.

and his shoulder . . . as justin’s . . .  was covered in tattoos.

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he smiled.

reaching for the door to hold it open for me . . .  he said . . .

” here ma’am.  let me. “

that’s all. just those four words.  and the holding open of a heavy door.

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a tiny bridge.

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i smiled warmly and said  . . .

” thank you! “

and then i looked carefully at him and added . . .

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” oh! i like your tats!  they’re really quite beautiful!”

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and i meant it.  and they were.  i never give false compliments.

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a tiny bridge.

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he thanked me and then just beamed at me a gorgeous young smile.

” have a great day ma’am! “

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his mama raised a gentleman.

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and i had probably surprised him by complimenting what so many in my age group abhor.

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so . . .

right there at the entrance to the grocery store . . .

we each crossed the tiny bridge of generations.

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although . . .

in searching for pictures for this post . . .

i came across this one.

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so . . .

even though it’s not MY thing personally . . . it’s very wonderful to a lot of people.

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people of all ages!

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tattooed seniorscourtesy:boredpanda.com

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Aug 252015
 

hey old bean!

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are you stressed to the max?

and paddling like crazy . . .

before you’re even in the water?

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if ya gottacourtesy:bunnyfood.tumblr.com

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OR . . .

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are you lucky enough to be relaxed . . .

and just enjoy going with the program of the day?

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some like itcourtesy:contentinacottage.com

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well.

whichever it is . .

i hope you have a wonderful week!

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

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and p.s.

won’t somebody please trim that little doxie’s nails!

Aug 222015
 

forgive me.  please.

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you’ve seen this picture on the peanut before i know.

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amazing little puppy

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but i’m drawn to it. every time. because i feel such a kinship to him.

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i just love that little face.

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it says a lot to me . . .  and about me.

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ever so slightly worried.  not fully comprehending maybe.

but ever hopeful.

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you can see it in his eyes if you look right into them.

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amazing little puppy.

it dawned on me that i am the puppy in this picture.

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i can’t help but keep expecting something good.

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no matter how crappy the world is in the news.

and it is indeed crappy usually.  the tone never changes.

only the plays and players across the world stage.

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terrible horrendous wildfires irght now in our california and n.w…. people losing their homes.

firefighters dying in the fight.

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hurricanes roaming around roaring through lives and property

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and what’s up with the north and south koreans again?

good grief charlie brown give us a break !

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maybe he’s constipated and he has to attack his neighbors to get a good poop going.

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sorry.  i digress.

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back to this little expectant face.

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amazing little puppy

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there is simple trust there.  that regardless of whatever comes . . .

everything will turn out alright.  that the universe is unfolding as it should.

with no thanks to us by the way.

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and like that little puppy.

something amazing is about to happen. i just know it. i want to believe that.

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one of my dearest friends on the internet. . .  elizabeth halt . . .

is like so many of mine. . . that i’ve never met in person.

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and i feel just as deeply for her as if i saw her every day in reality.

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actually. given that i am basically a hermit. and an extremely happy hermit at that. . .

and that i find any kind of social function . . . even happy ones . . .

oddly very stressful!  it’s a perfect way to live for me and still enjoy the love of friendships.

we all need friends.  and i have so many! and i value every single one.

even though i actually treasure being alone most of the time in real life.

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you’ll have to look up ‘ introvert ‘ and remind yourself we’re not all totally weird!

just maybe shy.  only that’s not even the real word for it really.

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it’s all a matter of energy.  my social energy is low. and i have to renew with more

solitude than company.  odd. but does it make sense to you?  i hope it does!

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i’m just very happy having close friends i never get to see!

it’s my own little defective social gene.  no doubt brought on by no stability in my

growing up years.  moving constantly year after formative year in a child’s life.

the only stability that wasn’t forever changing places and faces

was my own little family of four.

mother daddy the marine and me.

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i digress.  i digress terribly!

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anyway.

elizabeth can be found in my list of friends. under . . . elizabeth halt.

she is a wordsmith and artistic photographer of the highest order.

she is owned lovingly by atlas . . . a silver weimaraner.

he has his own facebook page. hilarious and touching.

 you should visit it on her website.

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i want to share with you here . . . elizabeth’s words.

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they are from my own heart to you too.

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they are beautiful and simple.

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” may you have fresh water to drink.

may you have food when you’re hungry.

may you have something soft to lie on.

may you have someone who will kiss you on the nose and love you.

just the way you are. “

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Aug 212015
 

SHHHH …..

don’t break the spell please!

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cool and drops

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yes!

oh hallelujah yes!

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for whatever reason . . .  right here in our HOTTEST MONTH and DRIEST MONTH always . . .

here on the prairie . . . we’re breaking records left and right these last two days!

we are experiencing cool nights and days not as deathly HOT as usual.

thank you canada!

i knew i loved you!

canadian air is on its way.

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the jet stream is giving us a lovely respite from the terrible heat we’ve had

hot humid dangerous heat for weeks on end!

you’ve heard their word for it. the meteoroloists. they call it the

HEAT DOME.

and we will go back to being hot under the dome they say. but oh . . .

oh for now . . .

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as a matter of fact . . . tomorrow and possibly even tonight . . .

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my favorite thing in all the world is coming . . .

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RAIN.

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just the sound of the word.

i even wish my name were rain.

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rainy day gif

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here’s where i’ll be tomorrow.  right by my window.

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and there will be soup for lunch.  but of course!

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soup in the rain

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and a good book always

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reading in rain

or maybe a wonderful old movie.

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and as i look out the window at the falling drops on all the lush high summer green still . . .

i’ll be reminded that autumn rains are not far away . . .

they’re my favorite of all.

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they have that peculiar golden light . . reflected from thousands of shining wet leaves . . .

about to fall!

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cold misty morningcourtesy:sakurian.wordpress.com

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it’s a time for cosy places. and cosy thoughts.

and the tiny fire of a candle or two?

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capturing little momentscourtesy:capturinglittlemoments.wordpress.com

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and wishes for all my friends who follow this little peanut blog . . .

to have happiness and contentment wherever you are.

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life is good.

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and remember old bean!   remember to light the corners!

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” light the corners darling. “

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it’s what my mother always said. she also loved the rain.

i’m so glad she passed that love on to me.

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so . . i shall light the small lamps in all the corners here in the wren house . . .

just as i did the minimal little cottage i used to call home . .

the wee blink bonnie it was.

. . . pictured here below on a rainy day . . .

. . . the little glass topped table awaiting a cup of hot coffee . . .

 while a good book is enjoyed in the silence of the rainy day.

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and i’ll open the window too here in the wren house old bean.

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and then.

just listen to the blessed rain.

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rain stay

at least for a little while!

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and . . . if you’re in the hurricane’s path that’s coming elsewhere  . . .

his name is danny they say  . . .

take care! take good care of you!

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life is gooddreasbookfetish.booklikes.com

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til soon dear bean.

til soon!

Aug 182015
 

 marine corps

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for those new peanut readers  . . .  i often mention the marine. and you may not know yet . . .

the marine is my brother.

you should meet him.  he’s in a past post up there in posts A to Z.

i hope you’ll read it.  it’s called ‘i know a marine.’

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 people call him mike.  i’ve always called him michael like our mother and gram did.

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and i call him the marine here on the blog because it seems more private for him.

he’s not too crazy about being the subject of my posts!

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and because . . .  once a marine always a marine.

 just ask one of them.

he still lives his life very much by the code.

he’s articulate and thoughtful and dry humoured and kind.  and i adore him.

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he’d always rather be somewhere in the wilderness than in a city.

i would follow him anywhere through anything and feel totally safe.

that’s the kind of man he is.

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he’s quiet.  and unassuming. there is no blowing his own horn thing about him.

just an innate confidence.

it’s so refreshing.  can you tell how i really feel about him? LOLOL.

i hope you’ll take a little time to read that post i wrote about him.  if you do …  you’ll get it.

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i’m three and a half years older than he is.  we look nothing alike.  his eyes are brown. mine are blue.

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 here we are on a camping trip. back in 1978.

he makes a very convenient leaning post.

 

camping

 

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my husband bob took that picture of us.  i was  33 years old.

my husband looked like this picture below at the same time.  he was 43.

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a year later he would be dead from cancer.

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my bob 3

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this is from that same camping trip.  and he hadn’t shaved.

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but dear lord.

what gorgeous men.

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the marine is the same build now as he was in the camping picture. that’s amazing to me.

and in the same physical shape too.  only difference now… his hair is totally silver.

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in a couple of weeks he’ll be going on his annual trip high up into the rocky mountains.

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he’s going first to camp by himself this year for a week.

then he’ll get with the group he goes with to help re-build a mountain trail.

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here’s one of my favorite pictures of him.  it’s a little more recent one.

i know regular peanut readers have already seen it in another post before.

 it was taken a few years ago.  we don’t have many pictures of him.  he’s just not into that.

but then… he doesn’t seem to change anyway …  so they all seem recent.

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this was obviously a christmas occasion … at his son mike’s and daughter in law reve’s house on base.

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reve wouldn’t like this probably. they have since transferred to georgia and bought a beautiful home there.

and they have much different furniture and décor now too of course.  she likes it better.

although i always liked this little furnished house on the air base at vance.  it was very retro . . . 1950’s.

seriously. it was built in 1950! LOL.

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i digress.  as usual.  sorry!

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he’s very pleased.  he got a simple new pocket knife.

note the marine corps emblem belt buckle.

christmas marine

so.

what has all this got to do with yoplait you might ask? and me?

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LOLOLOL!

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well.

here’s MY THOUGHT on it all.

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angry pup

YUP.

pretty disgruntled.

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it’s a simple fact of life.  most men. not all of course. but most . . .

age much better than we women do. what’s up with that ???   it’s sad but true.

unless they ruin their life with ‘likker and wimmin’  . . . they stay looking better.

LONGER.

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it’s just a fact of life. a trick of nature.  kind of like the plummage on a bird.

the male gets the breaks there too.  the little brown lady wren is just meant to blend in!

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i now look more like i’m the marine’s mother. LOLOL!  i laugh or otherwise i’d cry.

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seriously.  3 and a 1/2 years older and i look like his mother.

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because of years and years of doing hatha yoga every day . . .

my neck and chest areas are luckily still very firm and smooth and unlined.

yoga does that for some reason.  i highly recommend it. and you can start it at any time in your life.

 my legs and arms are holding up well enough too because of yoga. slim and firm.

hey.  at this point …  i’ll take any scraps of satisfaction i can.

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BECAUSE !

because . . . it’s all so lost when it gets to my belly.  firm but fat.  now how can that be i ask?

why does my beloved yoga choose to preserve ONLY the areas mentioned above? and not my belly?

    WHY ????

for pete’s sake!  it’s downright IRRITATING!!!! 

not to mention terribly discouraging.

have you noticed that when you put irritating in all caps…

it doesn’t even look like a real word?  i just thought of that.

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so

i look at my hands and they’re my grandmother’s hands.

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and i look at this little (well. that word is debatable of course) round belly.

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i swear by everything that’s holy. i DO NOT over eat. i do not.

for one thing i just can’t hold that much at a time.  and i’m NOT eating sugar!!!

or pasta and grains.  and i love pasta.  so what’s up???

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and i do some strenuous exercises here at home every morning.

  PLUS my hatha yoga daily.  it’s great for flexibility and balance and firming.

and when it’s not an OVEN outside . . . i love to walk !

AND  what do you think?  after ALL that . . .

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I STILL have a little round belly that shakes when i laugh like a bowl full of jelly.

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oh wait.  that’s for a christmas post i’m planning.  LOLOLOL!

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the reason this post is also about yoplait . . .

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less sugar

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nope. i don’t eat it.  it’s still too much sugar. and i’m off of sugar.

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the reason this yoplait commercial is here is because of her hair.

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it’s now MY hair.  only MY hair is silver.  not brunette.

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i’ve let it grow out of my proverbial life~long pixie to look just like hers here.

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now.

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i love this hair style.  it’s reminiscent of the 1930’s short bob that i love. i love the 1930’s.

 mine now looks like a silver version of a 1930’s bob!

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and i love these commercials too.  she’s so french and perky and happy about her new yoplait.

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and i’m so perky and  happy about my new hair style.

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do i look perky and happy and young?

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well no.  i think i still look like the marine’s mother.

but still.   . . . i’ll be satisfied with perky and happy i guess.

apparently we little brown grey wrens can’t have it all.

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and . . .

for all of us ‘apple shaped women’ out there . . .

let me leave you with these wonderful thoughts from a very talented writer . . .

listen to these lovely words of betty clare moffat from her little book ‘soul work.’

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the apple woman

oh, i knew of coure that i was an apple woman. ever since i gave up self-hatred for lent.   i have noticed who i am without dismay.  a bout of yearning hits me every now and then, but since i eat lightly … low fat, high fiber, no meat, no alcohol… and since i exercise… walking, yoga, dance…  since i am by nature short, near the earth, built for stamina, grounded…  since the days of running marathons are over and my own unique combination of aging, genetics, occupation, and a pesky endocrine system have served to shape me just so…

since i know all these things, i know of course, that i am an apple woman.

this i regard as more fortunate than most do.  for i love apples.  they are shiny and round and radiate health… (and i like to think, good will) on the outside.

they keep the doctor away.  inside, oh inside, apples are bursting with firm flesh and densely packed juices.  they are both tart and sweet. crisp, crunchy, packed with vitamins.  they satisfy.  they nourish.

they sustain.

so it is with me.

perhaps someday, when labels and classifications fall by the wayside, when emaciation signifies death instead of beauty, the world will remember apple women.  then we will come into our own.

i’m starting now.  for i am an apple woman.

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i just love that. and i’m going to re~think my disgust at being an apple woman. and feeling old because of it.

mayby it’s not so very bad after all.  despite what the medical profession tells us!

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and mother always said . . . it’s on the inside where beauty really counts anyway!

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  my marine is beautiful on the inside too.

but you probably knew that already.

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and now  . . . all that being said . . .

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if you’re an apple woman too . . .  let’s both just change our minds about it and feel good anyway.

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yoplait girl

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GOOD BYE !    AU REVOIR !

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phoebe with spoon

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Aug 152015
 

i want to be like a dog.

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Three miniature longhaired Dachshunds standing

this picture is dedicated to darling sister mine

                                                                                                                  courtesy:warrenphotographic.co.uk

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i want to be more like a dog.

i always have.

oh. i know. there are some out there . . . just like some people i suppose . . .  some dogs . . .

for whatever their reasons known only to them . . . are not always friendly maybe.

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but it’s usually because they have been horribly mistreated by someone or something or conditions.

their innate nature is loving. and far less evil than our own.

as a matter of fact WE are the evil ones.  they don’t think and connive that way.  evil is a human thing.

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so if you’ve met a dog that isn’t a happy one . . . which is their general state . . . don’t tell me!

 i’ve never met any of that other kind.

and i don’t want to talk about them here!

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when i think of them . . . besides just being the family member that we all know and love . . .

i think of those who are above and beyond . . .

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the rescuers the soldiers the companions that do more than need petting. they’re indispensable.

  a living extra leg and arm and eyes.  a beloved extension of a human heart and mind and body.

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service dogcourtesy:happydogcafe.net

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a boy a chaircourtesy:littlethings.com

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below is kye.  this is from his funeral that was held here.  last year.

  he gave his life.  he was repeatedly viciously stabbed to death by a bad guy.  in my own home town.

he was given full honors at his funeral.  his police partner was given the flag.

police officers from all over the country came to honor the fallen warrior.  and they wept.

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some people might think this is silly.

not me.

his courage saved his partner’s life.  he took the knife instead.

he was killed in the line of duty.

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kye's funeral

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his young partner being given the flag in kye’s honor and memory.

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saved with flag

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we are saved by them.  we in turn save them.

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we learn from them.  SO MUCH!

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how to age gracefully.  that’s just ONE THING we learn from these magnificent creatures.

  that’s probably the biggest one of all to me.  because boy have they ever mastered that!

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with dignity and silence. and patience.  patience with us. and with themselves.

patience with their own pain and dwindling capabilities and with life itself.

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courtesy:thatmutt.com

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my beloved blue boy is jack.

he’s an australian blue cattle dog. a heeler i think they’re called.

my dearest vicki belongs to my jack.  i fell in love with him too. and she shares him with me!

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jack is completely deaf now and also blind.  sometimes he gets ‘stuck’ in places and lets her know

he could use some help.  but he has learned how to maneuver the house and yard.

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 listen as she talks about him . . .

“he’s just ploughed through his breakfast and is licking his chops, ready for a settle down after having taken care of the yard, sniffed the invisible trails of our nocturnal visitors,  patrolled the perimeter and barked at (imaginary) strangers to keep away – ever the guardian.

He’s earned his rest for the morning.”

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from the time they’re just that adorable puppy ball of soft fur . . .

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and they’re here for FUN people!!!

they don’t understand a word you’re saying yet!

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” just show me the thing i can gnaw on!!! “

LOLOL!

WHAT? what’s my name again?

OH! i think i’m gettin’ the hang of this!

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” you like me!  you really like me! “

laughing puppycourtesy:twitter.com

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from the time they first say HI to us . . .

whether they’re a puppy or a senior who needs a forever home . . .

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hello puppy

when they wag that appendage that tells their every mood!  . . . .

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they have captured our hearts.

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 for the most part . . . the VAST majority of them are

UNENDINGLY AND UNFATHOMABLY AND CONSTANTLY

kind. loyal. loving. forgiving. funny. brave. happy. giving. and . . .

last but not least . . .

flat out adorable!

LOLOLOL!

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oh. i know.  they can also be a bit of a challenge.

as in . . .

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dirty dogcourtesy:pineterest.com

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and some have other unfortunate issues maybe . . .

HEY.  how would YOU like to have hold YOUR PEE and just HOPE

somebody knows what you mean when you say you have to GO!

and to

ALWAYS have to ASK

that lady or that man in your life to open that door for you soon enough

so you don’t have to relieve yourself on the floor.  or horrors!  the rug!

you don’t want to of course.

you hate it whenever you do.

but you don’t have opposing thumbs!  you’re at somebody else’s mercy here!!!

unless you’re one of the lucky ones . . . with a DOGGY DOOR!

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” i’m so sorry. really i am.  i’m little.  and my bladder’s even littler!

sometimes accidents just happen.

by the way . . . what does ‘accident’ mean? “

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littler

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yes. sometimes accidents happen.

and humans always YELL whenever it does. like the world has come to an end or somethin’.

just sayin’.

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i’m for starting a union for dogs who need to pee in peace.

and who are cut a little slack.

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yup.

i wanna be like a dog.

i’ve always wanted to be more like a dog.

i’ve never met one yet that i didn’t like.  i like them all.

big small beautiful ugly mutt pure bred you name it.

all my dogs have been rescued dogs.  every single one of them.

in my book they make the BEST friend you’ll ever have.

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i’ve never met a dog i didn’t like.

me and old will rogers.

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will rogers

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he said that about MEN.  now really. can you imagine that?

i’ve met plenty of MEN i didn’t like!

LOLOLOL!

i think will got this whole species thing mixed up a little.

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i had another blog once.  some of you probably remember it.

the captain thought i was crazy to leave the peanut.

but i did for a little while there.

my other blog was called

‘ the cozy minimalist ‘

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LOLOL!

no surprise on the title there.  right?

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and sure enough.  i missed my little peanut here.

so i came back.

and when i did . . . he kindly transferred all the CM posts to here.

i tell you. everybody should have their own pirate captain in key west. he’s a treasure.

and he never once said  ” i told you so. “

he’s a gentleman.

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some glitch in word press LOST every picture on those cozy minimalist posts.

the script on the posts is still there.  just not the pictures.

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i sometimes browse in the archives.  like walking through a favorite garden.

i came across one called

‘ i walk into a flower’

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the picture of the flower is in la la land somewhere out there in the ether.

BUT

the words are still there.

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i liked them then.  and i like them now.

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they give me comfort somehow.

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there’s a lot of mean stuff going on in the world today.

just as there has been ever since it began i guess . . .

and the first cave man WHONKED his neighbor with a club.

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but if we just remember these words . . . it can make us feel better about it all.

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at least it does me old bean!

here are those words from my old cozy minimalist post . . .

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 ” i heard kind of a neat thought yesterday.

 i heard that we don’t need to worry. or feel bad that we can’t change the world.

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all we need to do is be kind in our own little world.  our own part of it.

to the people all around us.

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it said if we each would do only that.  just that one thing . . . each day . . .

the circles would widen and the world would be a better place.  “

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i think that’s kinda what dogs do for US every day.

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yup.

i want to be more like a dog.

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til soon old bean!

til soon.

Aug 122015
 

just give me light.

a window i can open.

cool fresh air.

simple white curtains.

and uncluttered rooms.

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with little touches of beauty.

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groan.  yes! i know. she’s going to do yet another post on minimalism folks!

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or what i like to call . . .  COZY minimalism.

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i can’t help it old bean!

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bedroom window

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it makes me feel so good.    i can’t explain why it ever does.    it just does!

living minimally.  and talking about its own strange beauty.   it’s my constant delight.

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i know it’s not for everyone.  but it is for me.  it’s enough.

some of you love it too! . . . . you’ve said that here before.  and some still aspire to it!

and it’s fun sharing our thoughts on it here.

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like old sea stories shared among mates who love the sea.

i never tire of it!

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and sometimes if you DO aspire to it and get stuck . . . it’s just nice to share a momentum moment.

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i call it the cozy minimalist lifestyle. not the sterile kind!  but . . . even so . . .

 most people feel it’s still just not a comfortable or enjoyable way of life for them.

they can’t imagine a life lived with so little around them.

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you can stop reading here my darling rue!  LOLOL!

and peggy and dewena and cc girl and poppy!   and all my other lovely friends

with breath~taking homes that i always adore to see!  all creative amazing women.

too many to name here . . . and all dear to me . . . who love me anyway . . . and are far too kind to say . . .

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 ”  WHERE’S the comfort?   the history??  the beauty???  for pete’s sake! “

LOLOL!

they never say that. even if they might quietly be thinking it!

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” EH WOT? “

the sheer joy of  . . . ‘ collecting or keeping beautiful things ‘  many heirlooms even?

and . . .  to not want to do that?  what is wrong with this lady ???

    i get it!!!   i do!

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i love and appreciate all those things too!

i just love and appreciate them in other people’s homes!  LOLOL!

or art galleries . . . or museums . . . or magazines . . .  or quaint little shoppes.

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i always enjoy it all.  i just don’t feel a personal need for it.  that gene just missed me i guess.

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and yet . . . here is the strangest thing for a minimalist to admit  . . . but . . .

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i literally have a passion for interior design.  i was even trained in it. now how odd is that!

although i see now that i have learned far more through the years by just DOING!

   just as we learn so much in life really. and by simply absorbing superb books

and magazines of quality.  and well . . . now . . . with the internet . . . oh . . . it’s such fun!

a visual quality feast!

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i was especially good at giving the feel of an english country home or cottage . . .

  the ‘evolved over time’ approach to living. eclectic. comfortable. lived in.

nothing ever too stagey . . . or ‘decorated’ . . .   to me the very anathema of the art.

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all that while always happily living minimally myself.    go figure!

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 i dabbled in design professionally for awhile when we lived in tulsa.  that’s what i do.

DABBLE!  yup. i’m a dabbler.  always have been.  an underachieving dabbler.

LOLOL.

now there’s a label for you!

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if i started a career today i think it would be to help people who want to de~clutter and simplify.

there is a lovely art to it i think.  to know how to clear and yet keep what speaks to one’s heart.

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it can give the most serene sense of peace and contentment to clear space in one’s home.

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most people find it too daunting to even begin. and that’s where i would come in!

put on some music and make it enjoyable!

” LET IT GO! “

LOLOL.

my motto.

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it’s okay.

i’ve been strange this way for a long time.   i’m used to it.

the different drummer i hear says . . . ” get rid of it!!!   clear it out!!! “

i call that FUN !!!!

  i’m a cheap date.

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i like my rooms open and airy and free of stuff on table tops and floors.

well. as much as possible anyway.  everyone needs a FEW things after all!

for instance. i always have my books.  they’re my friends. many now are out of print.

 i like seeing them. and they comfort me. and i re~visit favorites often.

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there can be cozy corners too.  just not cluttered.

instead of myriads of things. . .  one does it with texture and color.

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cozily minimal rooms speak to me softly.

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it’s especially nice when the world is too much with me.

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there is a silence to a room like this.  with its serenity and simplicity.

a silence of things.  or . . .  no things  . . . as it were.

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it’s a silence of vision.  the eyes can rest. and yet there’s beauty in it.  the books . . .

a few pieces of art.  plants.  lamp light.  small tables to hold a book or cup of coffee.

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just enough.  at least for me.

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it takes so little really.

it just makes me feel good!

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pink roses by bed

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a splash of color for surprise?  YES!  always nice.

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for a minimalist there is extraordinary beauty in a few simple mundane things.

i like to think of it as functional beauty.

it earns its keep!

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i’ve always loved old drying racks for clothes and small linens.

my gram ALWAYS had one.

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there’s a faint fresh damp smell near it as the clean clothes dry.

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it’s delightful!

drying clothes rack

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and speaking of smells . . .

when the house smells of gingerbread . . . oh.  heaven!

it’s one of my all time favorites.

any time of year.  not only at christmas time!

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christmas in august!

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i don’t eat sugar. but i’m thinking i just might have to succumb to this.

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it’s more than eating it.  it’s simply the idea of it.

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a whole season wrapped up in its lovely fragrance.

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gingerbread

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to smell this wonderful scent . . .

and dream of brisk autumn days to come!  sweater weather!

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it’s right around the corner old bean.

although we’re still HOT here on the prairie.

a person can dream i guess.  though i don’t want to dream my life away.

it will all come soon enough.  the seasons come and go.

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and the grass grows by itself.  as my rummy wisely says.

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except OUR grass is turning brown from the heat and no rain.

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you’ve heard . . .  “living well is the best revenge.”

i kind of think that living small can be too.

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and the lovely realization . . .

to know a little secret that comes with loving a simple life.

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and wishing it could be known early by all the young new brides out there . . .

or the girls still yearning for big diamonds . . .  and fancy huge weddings . . .

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sometimes the best marriages of all start with a simple inexpensive little ring.

like mine.

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it held all the happiness in the world.

and it was a good strong ring.

the ‘ til death us do part ‘ kind.

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simple ring

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you know . . .

in this world now . . .

where everything is so complicated. and fast. and expensive . . .

it’s good to know that you just don’t need it all.

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you can be happy with less.

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and love is just as deep.

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it’s just a very good thing to know old bean.

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you knew i had to be doing another post on minimalism now didn’t you?

i love living simply.  it’s a contented and happy way to live for some of us.

and i don’t talk about it to convince you really.  i just like talking about it!

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it just makes me happy to share my love for it i guess.

so please pardon my biased view!

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i know you all love your own lives too.

that’s what’s so wonderful about just being alive!  and different! and unique!

and completely YOURSELF!

it’s all good.

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each of these pictures came from instagram from scandihome.com.au

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she’s a minimalist from finland who is living in australia.

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i thank her for graciously sharing her photos with us here on the peanut.

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til soon old bean!

til soon.