May 182015
 

wake up little papito!!!

it’s your birthday!  and you have to go to your party!!!

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papito nap

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yup!

i attended papito’s birthday party on sunday afternoon.

it was quite a guest list.  it was held in my old neighborhood. where i used to live.

i was greeted like a long lost friend by one and all!

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many hugs and kisses were shared. and much tail wagging occurred.

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it was quite a wonderful birthday bash!

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here are some of the guests who attended. every single one is a ‘rescue.’

that’s the very best kind old bean.

and i felt like my darling little zekey’s ghost was right there with me too.

how he would have loved it!

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i didn’t have a camera of course.

so i had to search the internet to find furries that look exactly

like the REAL furry guests at papito’s party!

and amazingly enough i got almost identical likenesses!

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sweet little shy girl izzy . . .  her fur is just like silk.

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izzycourtesy:dogsblog.com

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and her older brother buddy . . .  when he was younger and i knew him then.

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buddycourtesy:dailymail.co.uk

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now . . . just like us all . . .  he’s getting older.  but still so sweet.

he and izzy own a very nice man named wayne.

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old gentleman now

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i hadn’t seen max in a long time . . . . he hadn’t changed one bit!

except!

he looks now just exactly like a big black bear with a long tail!  . . .  and always with a goofy grin.

he honored me by bringing me his best ball.

max and i used to always play ball together.  and he remembered!

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big max

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max with ballcourtesy:waycooldogs.com

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max has a little brother named malachai.

malachai  comes sometimes with papito when he and debora visit me

in the wren house.  he’s a perfect little guest.  they both are!

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this is malachai when he was a puppy.  when i first met him.

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oh that face.  and the big biblical name!

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malachai puppycourtesy:animalhdwalls.com

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this is malachai today . . .  more white mixed in with the apricot now.

but oh . . . what a little love.

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also malachai

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i just could steal him into my pocket!

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even though there was a doggy birthday cake . . .

and special healthy homemade treats . . .

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a guy just can’t help putting on the begging face sometimes!

after all old bean . . .   it’s part of the job . . .  people expect it!

LOLOL

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“please . . . “

pleasecourtesy:nethundeguiden.dk

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talk about hard to resist . . .  those eyes . . .   they just say it all don’t they.

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actually papito is a little old gentleman now.

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he’s 10 years old.

he’s a trained therapy dog.  he works with debora in many places he’s needed.

he cheers up veterans in the VA center . . .

and gives hard studying university students a break during final exams . . .

and he has favorites at a senior citizen center . . .

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he also walks with debora in all our city parades.

he really works the crowd!  i’ve seen him! LOLOL!  christmas is his favorite parade!

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the party was given by debora’s dear friends and neighbors . . .

who used to be my own too . . . when i lived there.

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i hadn’t been back in a long time!

it felt good to go back.  and for such a fun event too.

seeing again people i have missed.

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roger and tammie gave the party. along with max and malachai they also have a yellow kitty.

the kitty’s name is velveeta.

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this is how velveeta spent the entire party!!!  LOLOLOL!!!

curled up fast asleep in her little cozy bed by the patio door.

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velveetacourtesy:wegenerationwebservices.com

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not a single party guest bothered her.

every once in awhile she got sniffed a bit. in a friendly way of course. but she slept right through it!

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well.

now for the holiday part.

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amazing little puppy

and that amazing thing?  LOLOL!  well.  i have no idea yet old bean.

i just love this picture.

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and this one below.  this one is me.

 you’ve seen it before here on the peanut . . . .

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a happy puppy

yup.

life is good.

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and i’m going to take a holiday from blogging for awhile and enjoy that good life!

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i do it every now and then.  you know that.

usually it’s because of some silly surgery or heart health problem.

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but not this time . . . this time . . .

it’s just because i’m feeling like it!  and i think it’s probably healthy to do so.

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 i doubt you’ll miss me all that much . . .

but in case you do . . .

there are plenty of posts to read or re~read over on the side bar over there!

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i’m going to get back to walking each day.  and maybe even dabble in some water color.

still going to stay with my healthy eating plan.  though at the party i didn’t!!!

i flat ENJOYED little papito’s birthday bash!!!

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and of course i’ll be sharing some meals out with my favorite marine.

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i don’t really have a clue what kind of holiday it will be!

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but it will just be living more away from the internet again for awhile.

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so . . .

til then old bean!

til then.

May 162015
 

 regular peanut readers know where i live.  and how happy i am here.

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but for my new readers i thought i’d show you the bird house. LOLOL!

i simply love my little wren house!  i named it that because it’s small.

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my wren house faces the one in the picture.

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little wren place

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it’s not really an apartment at all.  as you know… this was a marriott hotel property.

when i saw it … i delighted in the architecture. it reminded me of a little village. it’s in clusters.

lots of stone and grey shingles with white trim.  many trees.  i have to have trees. they feed my soul!

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apt pool at night

apts

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these were called executive suites and townhouses.  mariott sold the property and now they’re apartments.

i have what was  a suite.  it’s still more of a suite than an apartment.  they just changed the name old bean!

my tiny suite is spacious.   LOLOL!   or at least it feels that way to me.  and that’s what’s important.

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it’s exactly 525 square feet.  but i have a kitchen.  a bath and shower with a large vanity area.

  a study area.  a living room. and a bedroom!  all that in 525 feet.

having a huge window and two french doors helps tremendously.  having lots of light. . . . it feels larger.

i have one of the french doors open now . . . and the window is open too. and there’s a coolness coming in.

we’re expecting rain again.  my favorite kind of day!

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i’m writing to you from the study.  a large table holds my computer and a table lamp. by it is my reading

chair. and the bar that’s a pass~through into the kitchen area. i don’t eat at the bar. i could but i don’t.

i have my reading chair and a small table in front of the bar instead.

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instead of a sofa i have three large white wicker arm chairs. regular readers already know about them.

between two of them is a large glass topped low table.  just right for holding my cuppa. or glass of.

or a bowl of!

this is home.

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i love living small!  for one or two people . . . it’s simply ideal!  it’s beautiful and cozy and just right.

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i like being upstairs… having a balcony to sit on … and living among the birds and the trees.

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BUT

this post is not all about my little apartment.  dear as it might be.

or the fact that i think of it as my own tiny house . . .

NOPE.

it’s about REAL tiny houses.

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I JUST LOVE THE TINY HOUSE MOVEMENT !!!

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it’s more about the tiny house movement in this country.  and other countries now too for that matter!

it’s catching on like wild fire old bean!  and i’ve collected a few pictures of some that i think i would enjoy

 living in. the ones i’ve chosen have embraced the minimalist life style.   . . .   but of course!

that’s what we’re about here at the peanut.  cozy minimalism.

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ONLY . . .  a rather strange thing . . .

i’ve noticed that many tiny house people don’t embrace minimalism. .  they still cram it full of STUFF!

i simply couldn’t imagine that.  when space is at a premium . . .  why would you fill it to the brim with stuff?

i would think that you would want to simplify.

you would streamline.   you would live small.  you would have only what you need and what is beautiful.

at least i should think you would . . . if you want to keep your sanity!  LOLOL!!!

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but enough talk!  let’s look at some pictures

always such fun!

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WOW!  SO BEAUTIFUL.

tiny housecourtesy:popsugar.com

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tiny house interiorcourtesy:viralnova.com cabin by kelly davis

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what a neat storage idea below.

how attractive to not clutter it up with tons of products!

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no stretching out in this tub!  LOLOL!

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but i’m a shower person anyway.

tiny house toiletcourtesy:hyperperspectives.com

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tiny house bedroomcourtesy:viralnova.com cabin by kelly davis

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or . . . if you need a break from all the wood inside . . . which i actually love . . .

how about a lovely opaque wall that lets light through but gives privacy.

kind of an industrial tiny house look going there!

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modern tiny interiorcourtesy:cnbhomes.com

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next time you feel overwhelmed at home . . .

think of the tiny house philosophy . . .

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less please

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out of clutter simplicity

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and best of all . . .  to enjoy contentment with less . . .

so that it’s  easier to clean. easier to keep.  easier to live . . .  whether you live large or small . . .

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it’s always nice to . . .

everything that matters

thanks to courtney at bemorewithless.com for generously sharing

more of her inspiring messages with us.

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AND

have a wonderful weekend old bean!

i wish for you

the incredible beautiful lightness of being.

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til soon.

til soon old bean!

May 152015
 

i love this face.

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panda smile

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there is wonder in the eyes.  and a gentleness of spirit showing through. and a bemused expression.

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i’m not nearly as cute as the panda in the picture.  but i have his same spirit.

and sense of wonder.

and i’m bemused.

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in my younger years… i  attended just about every type of church there is.

many different denominations and religions.

i’ve attended most all of them. at one time or another in my life. for short or longer periods.

 i was interested in how they all thought.  and what they believed. how they were. not on paper.

but in life.

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i have been to catholic services with a friend… a jewish synagogue with another friend…

and yet with another friend once. . .

the church where they all got up and danced around the room and waved their arms and spoke in tongues.

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i’ve been to my grandmother’s seventh day adventist church…

and  presybyterian… episcopalian… methodist… unitarian…

southern baptist… and other baptists …  LOL …  i say others …

because when they don’t get along… and that is often… they break away and form their own church!

LOLOL!  they really do old bean!  they just go down the street and start another one!

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 quaker… that one was interesting.  total quiet. then anyone could stand and speak if moved to.

very nice people actually. and unusual services that were really very lovely.  no music of any kind.

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i also attended the mormons for awhile.  except i didn’t want to be baptized for all the dead people.

 and i didn’t want to wear the holy undergarments under my own undergarments…

it’s the only church from which i was EXCOMMUNICATED.   boy!  that sounds bad.  like i’m DOOMED or

something.  and it’s only because i changed my mind.  i didn’t want to join after all.

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i normally don’t talk religion on the peanut.  it’s a hot button topic for most people. it’s personal i guess.

and i surely don’t mean to offend anyone here.  but… well.  an article i recently read has got me to thinking.

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and that’s pretty much the crux of this whole post i guess. 

assimilating what i read in that article.

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why does it all have to be so complicated and heated?  always?  because for ages now it has been.

i’ve always wondered about that.  why good people take offense so easily? when it comes to religion.

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the article was about the millennials in this country.

and how they’re leaving their parents’ religions.  in huge numbers now.  enough that it’s being talked about.

it’s reported that they’re just not interested.

and after my own journey through organized religion…

i think i might know why they’re leaving in droves.

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i do not think of myself as a religious person at all.  nor do i really want to be one.

i want to be a spiritual person.

in the best sense of the word.

i want to continue to grow.  and to love this life… and hopefully a next one somewhere …

and to well … care about people … and animals.

ALL people!  ALL animals!  all living things really… and the earth itself.

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wrong path

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for years and years i have read and studied the eastern philosophies of buddhism and zen.

they have comforted me.  in their purest form they are the most calming of all.

based in simplicity and serenity and loving kindness to every living being.  even the animals.

minimal. aware. insightful.

no judging. no condeming. nothing for the ego to feel special. just loving kindness and awareness.

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it’s only when MAN got hold of them that he devised his rituals and symbols and strict edicts

and made them into a religion.

 in the ancient writings… the ones i read… it’s simply a way of life.

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as he always does… with everything he touches… it seems…

mankind  complicates and divides.

that’s what he does best.

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give me the ancient story of the simple little monk in his tattered robe.

when someone broke into his hut . . .  and took his few meager possessions…  his reaction…

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  “ah… ”   he said . . .  as he gazed through his little window up at the moon shining on him so brightly …

” if only i could have given him you as well! “

 I ADMIT!  i’m not there yet in MY own thinking!!! LOL!  but oh.  to have such an attitude. oh my.

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in my ‘searching’ years of visiting so many religions… i found one underlying truth in every single one of

them.  literally.  every single one of them old bean!  some of course more than others.

and here is what i found . . .

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THEY EACH ACT LIKE … AND TRULY SEEM TO THINK THEY ARE

THE ONE!

THE ONLY ONE.  THE ONLY WAY.

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it’s like each one was a private club.  you were alright and of course… ALWAYS graciously welcomed!

but the underlying intention was to always get you to come into the REAL church.  the right one.

they believed …  and they let you know …   that if you were not ONE OF THEM … you weren’t quite right…

and you sadly … ” weren’t going to get into HEAVEN! ”  oh my. yes. that one thing that is supposed to

cinch the deal.  it could make it or break it.  and yet . . .

while in the same breath … they were touting the all encompassing love of GOD for EVERY living being.

it just didn’t add up for some reason.  at least to me it didn’t.  i thought it was kind of silly actually.

he loves everybody equally. but unless you’re one of us dude… you won’t make it!!!

a mixed message if ever there was one! LOLOL!!!

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i decided early on that i did not want to belong to ANY of their private clubs.  no thank you.

i am not into labeling people.  i have met people from all walks of life.  and who am i to say if they

will or will not ” get into heaven! ”  who is anybody to say that?

here’s a thought.  is their heaven going to be segregated into little areas for all their various denominations?

will they suddenly get along better there than they do here?  LOLOL!!! i’m sorry. i find it kind of humorous.

mark twain found it humorous before i did!

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among my favorite people in all the world …  is a little vietnamese monk named thich nhat hahn.

driven from his homeland by a terrible war.  he is not bitter.  nor vindictive.  nor grasping.

he lives simply. and lovingly.  he is a teacher of peace and kindness.  and calm. and simple awareness.

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thich nh

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one of my favorite books among many he has written is small.  like him.

 he is a small humble monk with a great heart.

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my favorite book

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the foreward is written by another dear favorite of mine . . .

the dalai lama.

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another man driven from his own beloved homeland.

who knows no hatred or feelings of revenge toward those who did it.

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amazing. really.

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he only writes of peace. and love. and contentment.

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such simple concepts.  that we make hard.

dalai lama

the face of a glorious spirit within.

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when asked about his RELIGION … he responded …

” my religion is simple. my religion is kindness. “

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it is interesting to me that so many of the good church going public in this country and others…

PRESENT COMPANY HERE EXCEPTED OF COURSE !!!  LOLOL!!!

but so many religious people are often so quick to judge.  to label.  to condemn. even sometimes to hate.

to separate really.  to disapprove of anyone who doesn’t think as they do. and yet there they sit in the pew.

so pious.  but so quick to do everything but be kind and to love and accept their fellow man.

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i knew and STILL know many loving and giving and kind and wonderful church going people.

one of which reads this peanut and is especially dear to me.  but i’m not speaking of individuals here.

it’s in general the labeling belief  all religions seem to have that … well that  . . .

“WE ARE THE ONLY WAY” thing going for them.

apparently it just comes with the territory i guess!

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a great minimalist walked this earth once upon a time . . .

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and we have no real idea what he truly looked like  . . . but i think one thing’s for certain . . .

he is no doubt appalled now at what man has done to his simple message.

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he was all about simplicity. and kindness and simply . . .  love.

he even said “the greatest of these is love.”

and . . . just . . .

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treat others the way you want to be treated.

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how much plainer could it get?

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all the silly separate camps.  mine is better. no mine is better.  you have to do it this way. no. this way.

man and his ego.  just messing with simplicity.

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all the killing that has been done.  in the name of religion.  not only now but throughout history.

the sheer greed over place.  when really . . .

all place is sacred.  this whole planet is amazing and sacred.

to me. . . the words kill and sacred have no reason to be together.

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such terrible killing and waste of life. throughout our entire history and right on up until now.

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the bloody christian crusades.

the medieval moors. the ancient romans. the catholics. the protestants.

the jews and palestinians … still going at it in the 21st century.

and now the more recent extreme islamists that cannot simply live and let live.

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all labels.  all doing horrendous things to each other.  in the name of religion.

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why wouldn’t those young people look at all that mess . . .

and say . . .

no thank you.

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i’m surprised they’re not also saying

GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!

ENOUGH ALREADY!!!

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well. just pondering all this today old bean.  no hard feelings.

and if i stepped on any toes here… i’m truly sorry.  i know it’s a touchy subject with most everybody.

BUT . . .

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pondering about life and the universe is the subtitle of this little peanut!  LOLOL!!!

and pondering out loud here is part of the fun.  so always feel free to join in!

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

May 132015
 

do you play golf old bean?

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teeing off

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i don’t.

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when i met my husband to be . . .

my father in law to be . . .  was the golf coach at the university of oklahoma.  and he and my mother in law

lived in a beautiful  huge home on the golf course grounds.  provided by the university.

it even had a guest house connected by an enclosed breezeway.  and the views were breath takingly

beautiful.

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the grounds of course were like a park.  well.  actually.  they were like a golf course.  LOLOLOL!

similar to these pictured below.

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the greenscourtesy:courses.golfdigest.com

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my husband had grown up in surroundings like this and didn’t think much about it.

i on the other hand was mesmerized by the pristine beauty and perfect layout of carpet~like living grass.

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water and greenscourtesy:warrior-golf-club.coursesofamerica.com

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bob’s dad was very disappointed that bob didn’t love the game.   he said bob had a “natural swing.”

and to let it go to waste was a shame.

perhaps bob didn’t care to play because he had grown up with it all of his life.

or… for whatever reason…  he just didn’t enjoy it.

he was more like the marine and my own dad… in that he liked to hike and camp and fish in wilderness

places.

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when we were dating he told me that i could come out and walk the course anytime i wanted to.

i was to just stick to the paths and not venture onto the greens or the roughs.

i was to go to the house and park in the drive. ” no one will mind.  i’ve told my mom you might do that.”

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gorgeous greens

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well.

one fine day i did just that.

ONLY.  there is always an only isn’t there.  or a but.  LOLOLOL.

little miss “don’t want to be a bother”  and little miss “i don’t want them to know i’m here” . . .

well.

SHE parked in the middle of the third tee apparently… right on the third hole.

the drive to the house crossed that tee.  i didn’t know what a tee was.  all i knew was i didn’t want to park

at my future mother in law’s house.  i hadn’t even met her yet for pete’s sake!!!!

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and no . . .

THIS

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golf break

DIDN’T HAPPEN !!!!

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what DID happen though . . .

was a bunch of very irate golfers later that day at the clubhouse.

who knew that golfers have absolutely NO sense of humor???  LOLOLOL!!!!!

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

May 112015
 

mondays.

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oranges in white bowlcourtesy:pamgarrison.com

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i confess.  i love mondays!  i always have.  i even like the word monday. it’s fun to say.

and i even used to love mondays when i worked.

one has to be very careful as a lover of mondays around other people.  other people seldom love mondays.

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i tend to live my life pretty much like a dog.  if i have a bad experience i can usually forget it easily.

one good night’s sleep and it’s a new day.  not to mean that i don’t suffer bad times. it’s just that i don’t

let them hang around.

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now.  there was a time when there was a very toxic person in my work place.

i don’t know exactly what her problem with me was… but she just didn’t seem to like me.

she not only didn’t like me… she went out of her way to show everybody else she didn’t!   LOLOL!!!

those are always the fun kind of people to have around!

i can laugh about it now.  now that she’s out of my life.

but  it wasn’t so funny at the time.  it hurt badly.  and . . .  to make matters worse perhaps . . .

i was a little between a rock and a hard spot.  she was my direct supervisor.  and i loved and needed my job.

i had been there for years.  and she was new.  i welcomed her with friendliness but respect for her position.

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it didn’t take long for her to single me out.  it began in small ways. pickiness.  micro management.

then it graduated to an all-out vendetta for some reason.

at the time i suffered in silence . . .  day after day of her abuse.  even my co-workers wondered at it.

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 i realize now that she was simply a bully.   i tend to not think in those terms for people.  but now i see it.

it took me a long time to look at that horse shoe! LOLOL.

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 i just couldn’t imagine what it was that i was doing to cause such animosity!

i used deodorant! i was clean!  i was good at my job!  and i loved my job!

 i was a manager myself and i had a great team and we all got along well!  WHAT’S THE PROBLEM???

for pete’s sake!  LOLOLOL!!!

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i’ve since learned that there are simply bullies out there.  for whatever their own sad reasons for being.

and it’s through no fault of your own.  the chemistry is just OFF with that person.

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one day . . . she yelled at me one too many times.  and as always … in front of everybody else.

she was upper management. that is one reason i felt i could never respond in any way.

but . . . this one day . . . i finally had enough.

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on this day …

i followed her into her office.  i did not knock.  i simply walked in.

i said

“i don’t know what your problem is. 

but you are never to yell at me in my workplace ever again.

i will talk to you about anything.  but you must act like a grown up. not a brat.”

and i walked out.  and i went home.

i figured i would be fired.  but i knew my blood pressure was dangerously high.  i could feel it.

oddly enough… i didn’t really feel better.  i was shaking.  and i felt like crying.

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the next morning i went into work.  early as usual.  my own people … for i was a middle manager…

rallied around me and tried to comfort me.  i loved them all.  and we had no problems among us.

i said

“no.  no need.  if i were mature enough i wouldn’t let it bother me.  now … let’s just get to work!”

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i wish i could say it got better.  in one way it did.  she did quit yelling. she instead reverted to the

silent cold treatment.  toxic people remain toxic on one level or another.

and if it’s any consolation to you . . . if you have one in your own work life . . . or otherwise . . .

all i can say is . . . just soldier on if you absolutely have to be there.  and ignore them as much as possible.

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i ran into her and her husband once in the target store in my city.  it surprised us both i think.

because i had been retired by then for about 2 years.

she seemed to be very uncomfortable.

finally she blurted out to me …

“i’m sorry tammy.  you know.  for … everything.  i was going through a bad time i guess.”

i said

“no problem.  i hope things are better for you now.”

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my nose is still cold.  i’m still wagging my tail.

i still see life as simple and simply beautiful as a bowl of oranges.

and i still love monday mornings.

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and … if you should have a bully in your life… or even your family…

all i can say is …

it’s THEIR problem.  not yours.  it took me too long to figure that out.  i just wanted to get along.

but she taught me something very important!

i have found that bullies HATE not being able to get under your skin.

that’s apparently what they live for.  sad but true.  it’s a power thing apparently.

but the secret is… YOU have the power.  YOU have the choice of not giving them the power.

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think of yourself as a golden retriever.   NOTHING gets under their fur!  LOLOLOL!

just think!

it would drive a bully nuts!   LOLOL! 

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here’s to all us beautiful golden retrievers old bean!

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happy monday to all you monday lovers!

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

May 102015
 

see that?

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heaven

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somewhere out there is a place called heaven.

i have to believe that.  because i want it to be so.  i want it to be so because i didn’t have enough time.

i have spent too many long years missing people dear to me who left way too soon.

i want to see them again.  we have a lot of catching up to do.

my daddy. my mother. my gram. my husband . . .  the list felt endless for awhile.

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once upon a time long long ago.  in another era.  when the world was at war . . .

a handsome tall texan was stationed in the army in upstate new york in a place called camp drum.

he was preparing to go overseas to germany to fight the nazis . . . by way of north africa and sicily.

one weekend on leave once . . .   he went to a little ‘cantine’ there in the village that was a restaurant

owned by my gram.

her daughter was my mother.  the daughter’s name was rena.

she was a tiny little thing.  stood 5 foot two.   never over 100 pounds soaking wet as they used to say.

here is a picture of her when she met my father.

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at the phone co

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he met the daughter named rena.  and fell head over heels.  he liked everything about her.

she was a sassy little wench with lots of spirit.  and a heart as big as his home state of texas.

he found out that he was going to be shipped overseas.  he didn’t want to lose her.

as usual in that particular war time . . . things happened fast.

he called her from a pay phone in another state.  he said he had only 3 minutes.

he asked her to marry him!

she couldn’t believe it!  later  when telling me about it … she said she was SO EXCITED!!!  she said  “YES!!!

I WILL!  and started to hang up the phone…

he laughed.  he said he’d paid for 3 minutes and they would talk for 2 more minutes!  LOLOL.

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after the war . . .

i came along first.  then 3 and a half years later . . . along came the marine.

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with skipper

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on her 18th wedding anniversary we were on the train taking my daddy’s casket back to oklahoma.

his mother and two brothers lived here.  then we would go back to northern minnesota so the marine

and i could complete 6 more weeks of school and i could graduate.

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i had always been close to her.  i adored her.  she had style.  and warmth.  and she lighted all the corners.

she could sing well enough to be professional.   i can hear that voice even now.  i can old bean! still.

and she left this planet when i was 26 and the marine was 23.  it’s a long time to remember. but i do.

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she drew people to her like honey.  she loved popcorn.  and frosted flakes. and kraft caramels.

but when she lost daddy so young… he was 45 and she was 40….  she had lost her rock.  part of herself.

i would know that feeling later. when i became a widow myself at 34.  and she was gone by then.

having her with me would have made it easier to bear.  because she was my best friend.

and i had just lost my other best friend.  she would have known exactly how it felt.

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but i’m not complaining. we were unbelievably lucky to have her at all!

so many people have bad memories . . . or none. . . or they have even less time than we had with her.

so . . . lucky we were . . . the marine and me.

 she was “mom” to him and “mother” to me.

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she didn’t live long enough to meet the marine’s wife. and of course she never knew she had a grandson.

she would be so proud that the marine gave her a beautiful grandson. and now two young great grandsons!

and she was the best mother in law!   we laughed so much.  she was simply fun.

yes. she did get to meet my bob and had time to get to know him.  and she adored him.

and he adored her.  how could he not?  i never met anyone who didn’t love her.  i mean that.  it’s true.

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four short years after daddy died she watched her only son join the marines and leave for viet nam.

he’d been drafted into the army.  but he wanted the marine corps.

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he survived that war.  came home.  and we found out right after that … that she had lung cancer.

it was in the last stage.

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this picture was taken  the year before she died.  we didn’t know about the cancer then.

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the year before

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she loved all animals too.  and always. always dogs.

here she is with my little dog usie.

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with usie

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she’s unwrapping a caramel.  LOLOL.  oh those caramels.

and she’s telling usie   .  .  .   “sorry. but you can’t have this darlin’ “

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happy mother’s day rena caramelseed.

just like johnny strewing apple seeds . . .

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you strewed love across this land and across the years of my heart.

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wait for me somewhere up there!

we will have endless cups of coffee and talk and talk and talk!  and laugh again!

and hug!  oh the bear hugs you gave!

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happy mother’s day my little beloved mother!

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til soon old bean.

til soon.

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happy mother’s day to you too!

May 082015
 

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they don't carecourtesy:ign.com

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i know this is only friday again old bean.

but tomorrow here . . . there will be even more severe storms.  and there’s always the chance i will lose

electricity.  so i’m posting simple saturday four . . . the last in my little series . . .  today.

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but mostly i’m posting early  because . . .

there are people hurting today.  and this post is for them.

for cindi.  and for kim.

cindi because of a horrendous discovery.  animal abuse done by someone very toxic that she knew in her

workplace.  it’s things you read about or hear on the news. when it’s somebody you know. . . it’s a shock.

and

kim who is an angel on this earth.  who takes in senior dogs.  goldens mostly. and who is a master at

having to say good bye. and she’s saying goodbye today to beloved Gus.

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you say . . .  “what’s that got to do with simple saturday?”  posts supposed to be about living simply?

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because both of these ladies are so dear to me.   because they both rescue dogs.  and love them as i do.

and because it got me to thinking.

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on our sidecourtesy:healthandharmony.info

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sometimes it’s as simple as that.  as a matter of fact it’s ALWAYS as simple as that.

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we can sort through our stuff.  and get rid of all the superfluous.  and feel good.  or not.

but when it comes right down to it . . .

living ‘the simple life ‘ is simply wanting to be loved and loving in return for just being us.

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coming homecourtesy:irida’srainbow.blogspot.com

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all my life there have been beloved dogs in that life.  my own dogs and others.  and truth to tell . . .

other than having the most wonderful mother and grandmother in the whole world . . .

i think being loved by those dogs has taught me more about life than any book or supposedly wise person

i know of.

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augiecourtesy:fortheloveofdogstoday.com

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maybe one of the humans i always admired too . . . says it best . . .

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a nicer personcourtesy:cutenessoverflow.com

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as thoreau once said . . .   ” our lives are frittered away by detail. “

if it was true in the 1800’s . . . how much more it’s true of our lives today!

we hit the ground running and we race through our lives concerned about so many important things.

we think we have to have this and that . . . better . . . and more . . . and the contentment that most people

seek is never found.

maybe they’re looking in all the wrong places.

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they don't care

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more than u love yourself

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my wish for you this friday before the simple saturday . . .

old bean is . . .

 the beautiful incredible lightness of being.

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it’s NEVER about the stuff.

and it never will be.

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loving energiescourtesy:lovingenergies.net

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til soon old bean.

til soon.

May 062015
 

it’s raining on the prairie old bean.

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a slow steady silvery rain.

and it’s to rain for many days maybe.

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and we need it so badly.

gene in the raincourtesy:kansascity.com

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and only unless you know what deep drought is do you know the blessing of the sound the sight the feel

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of simply

rain.

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

courtesy:thewallpapers.org

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i love everything about it.  every single thing!

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the french doors are open.

the air is heavenly cool.

the earth is getting its face washed.

not to mention my car!

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pink umbrellacourtesy:thebridgemaker.com

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i’m just very happy.

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drops reflectingcourtesy:pictures88.com

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

May 052015
 

happy cinco de mayo old bean!

cinco de mayocourtesy:reynafoods.com

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just as we are all a little bit irish on st patrick’s day . . .

i think we all feel a kinship with mexico on cinco de mayo!  how can we not? it’s so joyous!

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here were i live . . . there is an abundance of wonderful ‘tex mex’ restaurants.

the food is divine.  the marine and i go to a favorite one of ours with tables out on the patio.

at night colored lights twinkle overhead and music is playing . . . and

when you walk into it you are struck with a visual sense of sheer happiness just to be alive!

and it’s all about the color!  it’s positively VIBRANT!  and JOYOUS!

no sad and serene beiges for this wonderful culture.  it’s as if any poverty of pocket book is

made up for in simple living and loving color and making happy music.  an infectious love of life.

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the sound of a mariachi band never fails to make me want to DANCE!  and twirl!  and say SI’!

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YES!  to life itself.  to simplicity and love and family and celebration.  it’s not what you have. ever.

unless you are so destitute that you don’t have the simplest of things that make it possible to survive.

my cheerful monk taught me to weigh my words carefully about that!  destitution is a tragic thing.

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but . . . assuming you have that ‘peanut on the table’ . . .  it’s then about simply enjoying the pleasures of

eating and making music and being with friends.  and sleeping well at night after a hard day’s work.

we all eat.  sleep.  work.  bathe.  and then we do it all over again.

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here are some wonderful images to help celebrate this lovely day of mexican culture . . .

 CINCO DE MAYO !!!!

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commemorating the huge victory of mexico against the french

in the battle at puebla on may 5  1862.

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Anónimo, Batalla del 5 de mayo de 1862, óleo sobre tela, Museo Nacional de las Intervenciones, Exconvento de Churubusco, INAH. Imagen tomada del libro: Eduardo Báez, La pintura militar en el siglo XIX, México, Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional, 1992, p. 1

Anónimo, Batalla del 5 de mayo de 1862, óleo sobre tela, Museo Nacional de las Intervenciones, Exconvento de Churubusco, INAH. Imagen tomada del libro: Eduardo Báez, La pintura militar en el siglo XIX, México, Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional, 1992, p. 1

courtesy:en.wikipedia.org

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eat! drink! and me merry!

vibrant colorcourtesy:guardiantv.com

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i’ll be having THIS today for sure!  QUACAMOLE!  i love it!

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delicious!  not sure about the lava bowl though!

LOLOLOL!!!!

or is it a giant bowl~shaped blue corn tortilla?

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valley cottagecourtesy:cincodemayovalleycottage.com

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and below . . .

the inspiring architecture of mexico’s late great luis barragan.

one of my favorite architects.

the father of modern architecture in mexico.

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and his signature use of

COLOR!

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luis barragan colorcourtesy:brianedwardmillet.wordpress.com

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well!

i can hear it now!

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the happy music of the mariachi band!  i love it!

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excuse me.  i have to go dance now!

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mariachi bandcourtesy:hubpages.com

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til soon old bean!

til soon.

May 032015
 

CAN YOU SEE TILIKUM?

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can you?

tilikum looking thru the gate

among all the manmade rocks and metal gates and walls and columns?

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he’s in solitary confinement ever since he killed his trainer.

whales are social animals.  they travel and live in pods.

they are family.   this is cruelty for tilikum.

his teeth have been ground down to nubs.  NOTHING about his life is normal.  NOTHING.

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he is taken out once a day for his PERFORMANCE.  for people who spend MONEY

keeping this HUGE CORPORATION going. . .  and making more HUGE PROFITS

at these tragic animals’ expense.

tilikum once a day

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if you have any kindness or feeling for these creatures in your heart at all . . .

you will tell EVERYONE you know . . . to NOT GO TO ANY SEA WORLD.

they tell you they care about the whales and the dolphins.  they do not.

 they care about MONEY.  YOUR MONEY.

this corporation has no conscience.  the only way to make them change is to hurt their pocket book.

even jane goodall has now condemned their operation.

many top level musical entertainers have boycotted sea world.  because of the orcas and dolphins.

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but you know something odd?  even after the documentary blackfish was shown . . .

people just KEEP GOING.  are we that hard up for entertainment?

NOBODY is going to make a difference in these marine animals’ lives except the people. WE the people.

the people who care enough NOT TO GO.  and who tell SEA WORLD why we’re not going.

 

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once you know of an ultimate cruelty to any animal . . .   you can never UNKNOW it!

these beautiful beings were not created to do stupid parlor tricks for the masses of humanity.

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they were made to swim in the open seas and breach with joy and abandon at their freedom!

to travel in families . . . raising their young . . . to enjoy their life as it was meant to be lived.

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IN THE OPEN SEA!

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SEA WORLD is fighting back with their new insipid commercial this year  . . . .  it’s airing now.

it’s a nice looking male and a female employee wearing their aqua blue shirt proclaiming to us all . . .

“WE LOVE OUR WHALES!”   well   . . .  spare me!  given what we know of their living conditions . . .

it’s an insult to my intelligence.  their love is a joke.

  IT’S ABOUT THE MONEY.  AND DON’T YOU EVER FORGET IT!!!

   like the old saying goes . . .

‘with friends like that … who needs enemies?’

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tilikum looking thru the gate

he’s peering at his neighbor orcas . . .  in the next cage . . .

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who are not kept in much better surroundings than his.

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THIS is the LIFE

of those magnificent animals living at sea world

for YOUR entertainment.

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tilikum looking thru the gate

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SeaWorld also announced that it raked in a record $1.46 billion in revenue for all of 2013, implying that revenue for the fourth and final quarter rose 3 percent to $271.7 million. It’s not spectacular growth, but it’s certainly a lot better than what worrywarts were fearing as the scathing documentary “Blackfish” began to nibble at SeaWorld’s reputation.   …  source …  dailyfinance.com

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ARE YOU ONE OF THE PEOPLE STILL GOING TO SEAWORLD?

DO YOU KNOW PEOPLE WHO ARE?

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here are some facts about the history and operation

of the HUGE corporation that is

SEAWORLD.

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 Five orcas currently at SeaWorld were kidnapped from their ocean homes, as were others who have since died. For example, Tilikum, a 32-year-old orca, was captured at the age of 2 by a marine “cowboy.” Tilikum wasn’t taken from his natural environment because he was injured—instead, he was torn away from his family against his will and confined to a small concrete tank for a hefty profit.

Read more: http://www.seaworldofhurt.com/features/ten-things-didnt-know-seaworld/#ixzz3Z6tT9cpp

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In 1965, the first-ever orca show at SeaWorld was performed by a female orca named Shamu at SeaWorld San Diego. During Shamu’s capture, her mother was shot with a harpoon and killed before the young orca’s very eyes by a marine “cowboy” named Ted Griffin. Griffin’s partner, Don Goldsberry, later worked for SeaWorld and was assigned to bring orcas into the park. He continued kidnapping and slaughtering orcas, and at one point, he hired divers to slit open the bellies of four orcas, fill them with rocks, put anchors around their tails, and sink them to the bottom of the ocean so that their deaths would not be discovered.

Read more: http://www.seaworldofhurt.com/features/ten-things-didnt-know-seaworld/#ixzz3Z6uKwNno

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tilikum's life

 

SeaWorld confines whales and dolphins—who often swim up to 100 miles a day in the wild—to tanks that, to them, are the size of a bathtub.

SeaWorld presents itself as a family establishment full of fun “educational” activities. However, these activities harm animals physically and emotionally. SeaWorld has the financial means and ability to create coastal sanctuaries, where the orcas would have a more natural and less stressful life and where they could feel the tides and waves; see, sense, and communicate with their wild relatives and other ocean animals; and engage in other natural behavior that they are now denied. However, the park instead chooses to stick with the same inhumane business model that it has used for 50 years, despite all the violent and deadly incidents and evidence of harm. Please say NO to SeaWorld and its enslavement of animals by refusing to buy a ticket to this abusement park, and ask the marine park to release these animals to sanctuaries.

Read more: http://www.seaworldofhurt.com/features/ten-things-didnt-know-seaworld/#ixzz3Z6sKsmwT

til soon old bean.

til soon.