Mar 032015
 

you know me old bean.

.

i love to laugh.

and i laugh a lot.

i literally consider laughter as medicine.

.

but

i’m not all fluffy.

not all the time.

.

there are no bad pictures below.

so you can relax.

.

but there are some thoughts here that

 i wish

i hope

you will do me the honor to read.

.

they’re from my heart.

and it would mean a lot to me.

it’s important.

.

to me it is.

.

and

NO!

i’m not asking you to become

a vegetarian!

.

cow and babycourtesy:galleryhip.com

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this is nature.

green grass.

blue sky.

mother’s milk.

.

even if slaughter is at the end of it.

which it is.

because

you are beef cattle.

.

if you’re lucky enough

to not be a feed lot cow . . .  that is . . .

at least life was good for a little while for you.

.

unless

.

unless you’re born another kind of calf.

.

 a little male calf

.

 to a milk producer.

.

 hers

is another horror story in itself.

.

BUT

.

today is

YOUR

story.

.

and

if

YOU

are unlucky enough

to be born

her

son

.

.

then.

well.

.

baby veal with tagscourtesy:globalmeatnews.com

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then . . .

pretty much JUST as soon as you’re born . . .

it varies a bit . . .

but it’s VERY VERY soon after you’re born . . .

.

YOU

are taken away from your mother.

.

no green grass and blue skies for YOU.

.

nope.

.

YOU

are now shut up in the dark

alone.

.

you are not only weaned from her

before you’ve even just begun your life . . .

.

you are taken from her in the worst possible way.

and

and you will never see her again.

.

you cry out in the dark all alone.

.

you are just a baby

.

your environment now is strange.

dark. small. isolated.

.

you cry

and cry

and cry

there in the dark.

 until your baby throat is raw.

and painful.

.

but

the pain is just beginning for you little one.

.

they stick you with needles.

you have to be given antibiotics.

.

often.

.

because the un-natural  life they are creating for you

makes you susceptible for many diseases.

.

in your short tiny life

you will know

ONLY

DARKNESS

and

PAIN

and

ISOLATION.

.

there is no help for you.

.

no one is coming to your rescue.

.

to ever take you back to the pasture.

there will be no grass for you to eat.

.

no way to run.  to walk.  to even move.

you are now encased in a tiny crate.

.

you will be allowed to drink

a chemical concoction of “milk” THEY make.

it’s not your mother’s milk.

.

sometimes they will mix grain in it.

.

THIS

is not a bad dream.

THIS.

is your whole life now.

.

for the four months of it that are left anyway.

.

YOU

are a living breathing being

who feels

pain

and isolation

and fear.

.

HOWEVER

.

YOU

are merely looked upon as what you have become for humans . . .

.

YOU

are considered to be nothing but

A COMMODITY.

.

A

THING.

veal

.

yes.

you are kept in the dark.

in something they call

.

A VEAL CRATE

like the one above.

.

you see no one.

.

when there is a little bit of light at feeding time . . .

 that is for THEIR convenience.

BUT

it hurts your eyes now ANYWAY.  the light does.

your world is LIVED IN darkness.

.

THEY

at least feed you.

but . . . still . . .

 they feed you nothing but that “milk” . . .

and it’s not even cow’s milk

.

it’s a chemical concoction and other things to make you grow

.

quickly

.

they keep sticking you with needles.

more antibiotics.

.

because this un-natural diet and antibiotics cause

perpetual

DIARRHEA.

.

it’s a vicious circle.

.

you feel sick.

and weak.

you are anemic.

but that is so your meat will be white.

.

YOU

 ARE SICK

most of the time.

.

you can turn just a little bit. but not fully.

and you have no room to walk.

there is no exercise.

you just stand there.

and soon

you don’t even have the strength to stand up.

you simply have to lie there

as best you can.

.

this is your life little one.

.

after your four months of life is up

there is now barely even room for you to lie down.

the cage is so small.

.

there is

NO PLAY

for you.

no walking in green fields.

no running.

no visiting other little calves.

.

no grass.

no fresh air.

no blue sky.

.

NOTHING.

.

ONLY

DARKNESS.

.

there is

NO LIFE

for you.

.

other than to simply

breathe.

and drink.

.

and try to sleep.

IN THE TINY CRATE.

.

until the next feeding

of fake milk.

.

THIS

is your life.

.

YOURS.

.

until it’s time for you to be

taken out of your living hell.

.

and

SLAUGHTERED.

.

just so that

humans

.

can buy this

.

raw vealcourtesy:vrola.com

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you see . . .

it’s not enough they have to eat meat.

.

but they have to eat BABY meat.

they like it white and tender.

you are considered an expensive delicacy.

your tender WHITE baby meat.

.

that is why you are purposely kept anemic.

.

YOU

are mercifully dead now.

.

and you are not even called who you really are.

a baby cow.

a little calf.

.

you are called

VEAL.

.

they think you are simply

WONDERFUL!

.

you are very expensive.

.

you make a lot of money for your producers.

they call . . . killing you . . . as being

” PROCESSED “

.

and as long as they make lots of  money

producing and processing you . . .

well . . .

.

YOU

will

continue

to be

tortured.

and to be kept barely alive in

a concentration camp life.

.

you see . . .

they . . .

we . . .

WE GOOD HUMAN PEOPLE

.

we can do abominable things to

YOU.

.

because

well.

just because we can.

that’s why.

.

we seem to think it’s our

right to do these things.

because.

after all . . .

you’re just an animal.

a baby animal at that.

.

you’re apparently only here for

OUR USE

as we see fit.

.

we do not have to consider your right to live a natural life.

.

unless we’re absolutely MADE TO consider it.

and

CHANGE IT.

.

we are humans.

and

YOU

are not.

.

and

that makes it all alright.

.

YOU HAVE NO CHOICE

YOU HAVE NO VOICE

.

we all know what you go through.

.

a person would have to live under a

ROCK

not to have heard by now how you are treated.

.

and yet.

and yet

.

people STILL do.

the good supposedly kind people out there  . . . still do.

.

they STILL buy veal.

.

they STILL order veal in a restaurant.

.

they STILL cook and eat veal at home and with their friends.

.

according to beeffoodservice.com

 150 million pounds of veal are “produced” in america each year.

.

according to mspca.org

over 1 million veal calves are eaten each year in america.

.

that’s a LOT of good supposedly KIND people still eating veal.

.

many parts of europe have given up the cruel raising of these babies.

.

WE

however

in this country and canada

are among the largest consumers

and ‘producers’

OF

VEAL.

.

WHY???

.

you may call me a bleeding heart hippy

i don’t care.

.

you may call me too highly sensitive

i don’t care.

.

but you should understand this about me . . .

.

i will NEVER understand the difference. NEVER

.

to me

there IS NO DIFFERENCE you see.

.

OH MY!

how you would be

OUTRAGED AND APALLED

if someone

caged

and tortured

these precious little ones below

.

it’s unthinkable isn’t it?

kids playingcourtesy:sheknowsit.com

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living and playing

and enjoying life as it should be.

YOUR CHILD

YOUR GRANDCHILD

.

only . . .

before they even got THIS big as in the picture . . .

to jerk them from

YOU

their mother

and

put them in a dark torture chamber.

in isolation

.

you would NEVER allow that!

NEVER!

.

WELL.

in my book

TORTURE IS TORTURE.

AND PAIN IS PAIN.

physical.  mental.  emotional.

.

it matters not

if you’re a little human child.

or if you’re a baby calf.

THERE

IS

NO

DIFFERENCE

.

and yet . . .

humans  blithely still go to the market

and there’s a clean sanitized plastic film covered

piece of veal.

.

and they buy it.

.

and they eat it.

.

or they order it in their favorite restaurant.

.

and the

ABOMINATION

that is the

 REAL LIFE

of the little baby being eaten

.

the

VEAL

.

THAT ABOMINATION OF CRUELTY

just

goes

on

and

on

and

 ON.

day after long excruciating day . . .

year after excruciating year . . .

FOR MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF THEM.

.

 the ONLY way to end their suffering

is to simply

STOP.

.

stop eating it.

stop buying it.

stop ordering it.

.

the producers of this pitiful

LIVING PRODUCT

have

NO CONSCIENCE.

.

as long as they can make money from it

they will.

.

PLEASE.

.

DO YOU STILL?

.

do you eat veal?

.

i can honestly say i have never ever eaten veal.

and i have lived a lovely full life without it.

.

if you still . . . do . . .

.

THEN

PLEASE

think about it.

once you know it ~ you cannot un~know it.

.

with each bite you should picture at what cost

that tragic little life.

.

there are plenty of other good things to eat.

.

i thank you if you have made it to the end of this post.

i appreciate you.

.

and if you dare . . . or care enough . . .

PLEASE

pass on the word to others.

.

change starts with ONE person.

.

as you read this

they’re

suffering.

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

Feb 262015
 

not to worry

not to frown

not feeling down

.

cozy housecourtesy:dailymail.co.uk

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simply feeling quiet as a mouse right now.

.

re~energizing i guess.

reading three good books.

.

mouse with book

.

.

taking naps.

.

eating fairly what i should.

always a debatable issue!

LOL.

.

one that i don’t care to debate here.

:D

.

just letting you know . . .

things are nice and slow

here at the little wren house.

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

quiet as a mouse.  but . . .

a happy mouse.

.

winter is a nice time for

reflection. introspection. new directions.

and . . .

sundae

YUM !!!

.

hot fudge sundaes!!!!

.

see ya!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

Feb 212015
 

Gold Trophy

for all of us

wannabe

HAMS

.

LOLOL!!!

yes.

IT’S  . . .

TA DA . . .

.

THE OSCARS!!!

sunday night.

.

oscarcourtesy:thepessimist.com

.

yup.

it’s that time again.

time for

THE OSCARS !!!

.

now.

if you’re not a movie nut

you couldn’t possibly care less!

.

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

even i can get a little weary of all those

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

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

and i seldom watch all those different ones.

.

but

i do usually watch TWO of them at least.

the Oscars and the Tonys

.

movies and broadway!

and sometimes i enjoy

the golden globe awards too.

.

and that red carpet!

and the gowns!

and the tuxedos!

and the beautiful people just being beautiful!

.

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

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

” STUNNING! “

lupita nyong’o

.

and she’s a consummate actress.

well deserving of that award.

.

 a lady.

well spoken. intelligent. gracious… amazingly talented.

beyond her years really.  she’s quite young.

.

lupita is

a breath of fresh air

.

after

the likes of the

kardashians.

ewwwww !!!

.

sorry. just my personal opinion about them.

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

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

all over the place.

oh wait.

NO!

they mostly just take

SELFIES.

  my mistake.

such

 MODEST

talented girls they are. GAK.

.

lupita nyong’o

in the movie

‘ 12 years a slave. ‘

.

lupita

yes.

.

‘ the oscars! ‘

it is extravagant.

and it is over the top.

but it’s all in good fun old bean.

.

AND

even if . . . you’re like me . . .

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

i’ll still watch.

.

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

.

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

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

my popcorn’s all ready!

LOLOL

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

i think last year i watched downton abbey.

.

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

.

oh well.

this year it will be the oscars.

.

and i’ll be sure to watch my beloved

DOWNTON ABBEY

on monday night.

they always do a repeat showing.

.

 i do so love movies.

 i would have enjoyed being a character actress.

.

but even loving movies as i do . . .

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

IN THE COMFORT!

of my own living room.

popcorn and all.

.

here are just a very few of my favorite faces of

ALL TIME . . .

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

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

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

.

  i love the classics as you already know.

i watch a lot of TCM!

what a brilliant idea you had!

thanks mister turner.

.

turner classic movies.

.

 mister grant

.

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

eat your heart out george clooney.

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

.

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

.

oldercourtesy:commons.wikimedia.org

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oh lordy i guess so!

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

.

then there are the couples i love . . .

.

tracy and hepburn

trac and hep courtesy:fanpop.com

.

nothing more needs to be said.

.

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

well. I feel sorry for you.

actually with so many wonderful classics preserved and shown today

EVERYBODY surely should know the old stars!

age is no excuse old bean.

.

rock hudson and doris day

rock and doriscourtesy:listal.com

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did you see that look on their faces?

they truly adored each other in real life too.

a lifelong friendship that lasted until his death of aids.

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

and beautiful to see.  the color so vibrant.

.

and now . . .

moving on to more recent fabulous movie teams

.

meg ryan and tom hanks

.

hanks and ryancourtesy:nydailynews.

.

‘ sleepless in seattle. ‘

what a fantastic movie!

.

another great movie with them too . . .

i love this one below!

.

meg and tom

.

one of my all time favorites!

YOU’VE GOT MAIL!

.

and then . . . .

.

hollywood’s favorite oklahoma boy.

we lost him last year.

.

james garner

james garnercourtesy:getbig.com

.

and my own favorite oklahoma boy below . . .

not too shabby either old bean!

.

he could have been a movie star too i think.

and of course i’m NOT prejudiced!

LOLOL!!

my own darling bob.

my bob 2courtesy of tammy’s private collection

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and . . .

once upon a time

america had its very own

hugh grant!

only he was

jimmy stewart

.

jimmy stewartcourtesy:live.autographmagazine.com

.

and then of course

the amazing mr peck

as in gregory peck . .

or

beloved atticus

of

‘ to kill a mockingbird. ‘

.

gregorycourtesy:enanic.com

.

my favorite role of his though . . . was in

‘ roman holiday ‘

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

.

audrey hepburn

but of course!

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

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and . . .

speaking of aging well . . .

.

aging wellcourtesy:biography.com

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i believe that’s called . . .

beautiful INSIDE AND OUT old bean.

.

 this lady below is pure
TALENT

.

meryl winscourtesy:breitbart.com

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

.

oh this is getting to be

WAYYYY too long . . . and

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

but time for at least just

ONE

fabulous brit!

.

a favorite of mine

.

judi dench

.

judi and oscarcourtesy:popsugar.com

.

and mr bond . . . oh yes!

.

judi and mencourtesy:usmagazine.com

.

and speaking of the bond men . . .

.

there resides in india . . .

one of my favorite men . . .

.

and he is none other than . . .

.

the sean connery of india!

.

he is only related to this guy

.

sean

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

.

well . . .

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

but two of them?

how lucky ARE we!!!

.

if you watch or don’t watch . . .

hope you have a wonderful evening old bean!

.

we’re expecting an ice storm to move in.

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

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

perchance by candle light!  LOLOLOL!!!

.

til soon old bean.

til soon!

Feb 162015
 

OH MY!

fake fur

fake fur rug too

yes.

it’s a fake fur rug.

.

i am 19 years old.

i’m an old married woman by now.

.

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

.

poor bob.

.

when you’re a grown man … almost thirty …

and you marry a teen ager …

.

well.

.

let’s just say

i hope you have a sense of humor.

.

and

he

did.

.

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

a fake fur rug.

.

i’m smiling even now.

it was still right before women’s lib apparently!

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

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

and oh how i thought i wanted that silly rug.

.

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

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

and did really love it . . .

.

but at 19

i was cool and hip!  or so i thought!

and

i wanted to do my own thing.

.

 at the young and innocent age of 19 . . .

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

i was hardly grown.

and

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

.

BUT!

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

.

it evolves.

and it’s different for everybody.

.

and to each his own anyway!

.

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

please don’t be offended!

  what was once maybe unusual or

over the top

is merely wonderfully artsy and kitschy now.

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

LOLOL!!

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

.

but back to my story.

funny. i just thought of something.

.

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

but i can remember conversations and things that happened

long ago as if it were 15 minutes ago.

.

what’s up with that!

.

well . . . it was the age of

twiggy

.

twiggy

and mary quant

.

and

little white go-go boots just like goldie’s

.

and these guys

beatles

.

and

lime green

and

fake fur rugs apparently.

LOLOL!

.

SO

here’s what went down . . .

.

“BOB!

have you thought any more about it? “

.

i’m using total charm.

and a winning argument is already prepared.

i could be running for congress.

.

and he is studying a very complicated blue print

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

my timing was always notoriously

BAD.

.

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

THIS is the one we need. right here.”

i show him the picture.

.

” hmmm… “

from him.

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

.

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

.

but i’m a young bride.

you have an exalted sense of your own power.

you think you’re adorable.

the truth of the matter is . . .

right now you’re just a bothersome gnat.

.

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

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

want or need?

:D

apparently i had fallen off the wagon old bean!

.

he at least looks at me

finally

 and smiles that gorgeous smile of his.

.

” i don’t think so. not now.”

.

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

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

are you even listening to me? “

.

of course i’m remembering my voice

as liltingly sweet here . . .

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

( that poor man )

.

 bob . . .

not NOW tammy

whoa. there’s a tone in his voice.

quietly firm.

.

well.

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

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

.

” BOB !!!”

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

.

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

.

bob . . .

definitely looking up from the blue print now . . .

and now . . .

said with an irritatingly sweet and quizzical smile . . .

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

a misbehaving puppy for pete’s sake  . . .

.

“WHAT WAS THAT ? ? ? ”  he says . . .

what the heck does THAT mean?”

.

and me . . .

said with all the fury i can muster . . .

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

.

BOB !!!

” THAT !!

IS

ME !!

SWEARING !!!

    

.

and now i at least have his FULL attention.

.

AND now he’s laughing right out loud.

.

actually the word guffaw comes to mind.

.

and then he tells me

.

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

.

end of fight.

well. it was really my own fight.

LOL

.

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

it’s never about fake fur.

.

it’s about love and laughter.

laughter with love

laughter that can diffuse any ridiculous issue.

it’s laughter that keeps things in perspective.

.

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

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

.

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

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

i would still say the same thing . . .

”  laughter is the glue. “

.

and yes.

i did get my fake fur rug.

and yes.

the blue print was a success.

and yes.

in case you’re wondering . . .

i’m sure i was

spoiled rotten!

.

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

i DID grow up

.

great scot and cat house thursday !

.

til soon old bean!

til soon.

Feb 132015
 

it’s what she always did.

.

and i find myself doing it too.

alone boydawallpaperz.blogspot.com

.

.

when i hurt.

when someone i care about hurts.

when the world is simply

too much with me.

.

when all the news seems bad.

when my LOL doesn’t LOL

.

when even my smile is weak for days and days.

.

here’s what i do.

well.

it’s what my gram always did.

and without even realizing it . . .

i grew up doing it too.

.

gram

CLEANED.

.

and now . . .

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

.

i find it a solace for me as well.

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only i don’t just clean.

.

cleaning is only the secondary solace.

.

i find myself craving simple.

simple like never before.

.

i get rid of stuff.

.

amazing how there’s ALWAYS stuff.

stuff you can get rid of.

even for a self admitted minimalist.

.

i crave a certain lightness of being.

.

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

.

when i look upon clean and clear surfaces . . .

.

i just breathe easier.

.

there’s still enough to be comfortable.

comfort is important and never under rated by me.

but what is there is useful.

it knows its job and it does it.

there are no free rides in the little wren house.

.

but my comfort

my comfort here is beautiful.

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

.

my comfort comes from color and texture and art

not a lot of things sitting around.

.

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

in my white wicker reading chair.

.

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

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

.

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

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

and my little wooden pen holder the marine made for me

and of course this computer.

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

and that’s all.

.

on the bar into the kitchen nearby

  are blonde rattan square baskets side by side holding pots

filled with green plants.  and another small lamp.

it makes a nice divider.

.

the round glass topped table by the reading chair

has a long soft cloth of deep orchid over it.

on it are only my library books and my phone.

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

or even lunch.

.

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

.

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

.

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

.

for me . . .

ideal if cleared of most of the knick knacks.

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

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

at least to me

.

but then you know me old bean!

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what draws me to this room are the windows.

.

can you imagine sleeping there on a rainy night?

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

with thunder and magnificent lightning?

.

or one with the sky full of stars?

.

or snow softly falling?

.

those are the THINGS that thrill me.

.

not trinkets and dust catchers.

.

i find myself wanting to clear . . .

to even delight in the word

clear.

.

it takes so little for a space to be beautiful.

.

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

.

all words that make it better somehow for me.

.

instead of

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

.

bear with me dear bean.

.

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

.

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

wonderful feeling of my simple life.

.

it helps me to smile when things are sad.

.

and . . .

you just never know.

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

.

clean and simplehomesbyhomes.com

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

what our favorite type of decor is.

.

i answered truthfully . . .

the english country house that simply

evolves

over time.

nothing contrived.  only what is cozy useful and beautiful.

.

or something to that effect.

.

and i do like that.

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

even though it’s beautiful stuff..

.

and though i do love it . . .

i simply couldn’t live with it.

.

you know the old saying . . .

.

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

.

nope.

.

i need the spareness and the beauty of just enough.

.

never very much.

.

and during times i’m feeling bad.

whether for me. or for someone else.

.

i need it more than ever.

.

little wren place

so …

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

.

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

whether it be full of stuff or not!

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

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

.

AND

a special message to all of you.

.

with love and a grateful heart from me

for your recent outpouring of kindness and empathy

for my friend the captain and his loss.

.

to you

Feb 112015
 

this is KC

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last night

a dear friend of mine lost his best friend.

.

he rescued her from certain death in the pound.

he drove 500 miles to meet her.

and to offer her his friendship.

.

she was just a kitten.

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

.

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

.

not on the captain’s watch.

.

he named her KC for keys cat.

.

they drove the 500 miles back to his home.

.

she was with him through all the moves…

the ups … the downs

the boats…

.

a great little ship mate.

for 12 years.

.

until last night.

.

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

.

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

.

feeling loved

feeling protected

.

to the very end

.

by that great

scruffy hearted

soft hearted

wonderful

pirate captain

that i also call

my friend.

.

kc

was loved.

and will be missed.

.

she wasn’t “just a cat”

.

like they are never “just a dog”

.

or

“just”

any animal that we take into our homes

and our lives.

.

they are our family.

.

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

.

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

.

it’s the worst kind of hard.

.

til soon old bean.

til soon.

Feb 052015
 

your laughter’s in the tree tops

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your smile

is in the grass

.

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i hear your little muffled sigh

.

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in all the winds that pass

.

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and when i drank a toast last night

.

.

your face in the glass

.

your face

was in the glass.

.

.

til spring old bean!

til soon.

Jan 292015
 

there’s a bear in my heart.

.

yes.

it’s

paddington.

.

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he has ALWAYS been in my heart.

for years and years.

.

but NOW

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

.

i’m sure you know his story too . . .

but yesterday i saw his movie.

i did.

and i loved every minute of it.

.

smilecourtesy:paddington.com

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he comes from the deepest darkest part of peru.

he loves marmalade sandwiches.

and if you don’t have any bread . . .

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

.

his uncle was killed in the great earthquake.

his parents had died much earlier.

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

.

but

of course . . .

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

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

written by

michael bond.

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but

anyway . . .

back to paddington and his movie!

.

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

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his elderly aunt sends him to london.

with a note that says simply

.

please look after this bear.

.

and

the adventure begins.

.

AND OH MY.

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

and

paddington is such a very SMALL bear you see.

.

BUT

he’s a dignified small bear

and

not lacking in courage.

.

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his uncle told him that manners are very important.

.

so he tips his hat to everyone passing by.

.

yes.

all throughout the long long day . . .

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

.

he very good manneredly tips his hat.

.

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but

NOBODY

pays any attention to the polite little bear

from deepest

darkest

peru.

.

and now . . .

it’s getting dark in london.

.

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what’s that?

there’s a pigeon where he usually keeps his

marmalade sandwich underneath his HAT!  oh no.

.

it’s getting late and he’s getting very

tired and very

hungry.

.

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

might like to have a little bear at home.

.

and lo and behold . . .

the brown family get off one of the trains.

.

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they are all tired and grumpy from their day.

especially mr brown.

.

but . . .

MRS BROWN

bless her!

.

she notices paddington.

.

after all . . .

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

very well mannered bear

in paddington station.

or in london period for that matter!

.

she stops to say hello.

.

she reads the little note hung round his neck.

.

please look after this bear.

.

mrs browncourtesy:londontopia.net

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well.

you can guess.

they have tea there at the station.

which is hilarious.

.

and finally

 the browns decide he is welcome to sleep

in their attic overnight.

.

when at home there . . .

in number 32 windsor gardens

.

bear at homecourtesy:paddington.com

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first he is invited to

“freshen up”

just as most traveling guests do . . .

when arriving after a long journey.

.

and

well

as you might imagine . . .

it is all very strange to paddington . . .

and

it consequently doesn’t go very well.

.

nope

not very well indeed.

.

don’t even ask.

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uh oh

.

mess in the loocourtesy:paddington.com

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water disaster

after the flood and the

ahem . . .

fire in the kitchen a few days later . . .

.

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

.

he is full of remorse.

and one night . . .

he writes a note to the brown family

apologizing to them.

and he leaves.

.

 back out onto the cold and rainy streets of

london.

.

alone.

.

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he walks and walks and walks.

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

.

and then . . .

.

thank goodness for a friendly royal guardsman

.

he comes in out of the rain.

.

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AND!

oh my.

come to find out . . .

these wonderful guys keep sandwiches under

THEIR HATS

too!

.

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well.

soon

it turns out that an evil lady

wants to STUFF our paddington.

and put him into the museum of natural history.

.

she is played by

.

nicole kidman

.

a cold heartless stuffer of bears and other animals!

.

OH NO!

DANGER Paddington!

EVIL DANGER!!!!

.

stuff himcourtesy:tennessean.com

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and follows . . .

more grand adventure . . .

AND

THEN

.

JUST in TIME

but of course old bean!

LOLOL

.

look who … whom … comes to

paddington’s rescue!

.

lord grantham of downton abbey!!!

.

no.

LOLOLOL!!!

i mean

MR BROWN!!!

.

mr browncourtesy:dailymail.co.uk

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

from the moment he sets his little paws in london.

.

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

it’s exquisitely photographed.

and wonderfully heartwarming.

and humorous too!

.

there is nothing cartoonish about it.

  it’s magical.

 i did love every minute of it old bean.

his face alone is worth the price of admission.

.

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

alas. alack and as it were  . . .

i’ve been told that quite often actually.

LOLOL!!!

and that doesn’t bother me one bit.

it’s a better world i find.

.

and

well.

you know it has a happy ending old bean.

so

i’m not really spoiling it for you here.

.

the important thing is . . .

if you have a special little person in your life

.

or

HECK!

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

YOURSELF

 like me  . . .

.

do go see

paddington!

.

i pretty nigh on to guarantee you won’t be

disappointed but instead

ENCHANTED

just like i was!

.

oh.

and here’s a picture of a real

bear from deepest darkest peru.

it’s called a spectacled bear.

.

uh…

he’s the one on the left you know.

.

peru and paddington

they have the warm expressive face of paddington.

and of course

they’re endangered now…

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

that we’re not sharing very well with them.

.

 well.

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

.

and paddington’s sweet smile.

bear smile

.

the small courageous bear

who only wanted to belong to a family.

.

and found one.

.

paddington bear and andean bear

.

til soon old bean!

til soon.

Jan 262015
 

holy jumpin juno !!!

.

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YUP.

that’s my reaction.

.

because so many of you

over 28 million people

for 240 miles

.

are to be gifted by

the winter storm

JUNO

.

arriving tonight and into tomorrow.

.

i’m just thinking about you old bean.

.

and wishing for you

safety

warmth

nourishment

cheer

good health

.

and probably . . .

what i lack the most myself . . .

patience!

LOLOL.

.

seriously.

.

my heart to yours.

.

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

Jan 242015
 

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PATRICK HELP ME !!!

PLEASE !!!  HELP !!!  HELP !!!

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such a beautiful scene above.

YES!

and

it’s also a house painter’s nightmare.

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

and i’ll tell you in a minute.

.

OH! and

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

you know only too well how my stories are sometimes.

so you can just quit reading any time old bean.

I WILL TOTALLY UNDERSTAND AND NOT BE HURT !!!

.

some tools of the trade are pictured below.

i learned to use them well.

that . . .

and the three inch brush for ‘cutting in’

cutting in

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

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

well.

that and wielding a 12 foot ladder around.

.

but learn i did!  and i loved it!

.

cutting in

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

where ceiling and wall meet. or wall and baseboard.

or where shelves meet the wall.

.

how to get JUST the right amount on a roller.

making it easier to blend . . .

so that there are no lines left on the wall.

.

it’s a skill.

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and it meant

 working SO HARD all day long

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

WORK.

.

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

exhaustion of grief and loss and mental fog.

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

and i felt rested somehow.

strange.

.

but i was young.

it was long ago.

.

FLASH BACK FIRST

.

bob died in early july of 1979.

.

  almost immediately after he died

i worked as a secretary

in a huge corporation

rich with thickly carpeted offices.

in the middle of the oil boom then.

the corporation was called

.

TOTCO

meaning

technical oil tools corporate operations

.

a subsidiary of

baker’s international.

.

i worked there for only 6 months.

my young boss was so uptight about

EVERYTHING

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

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

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

.

but

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

and smack in the middle of my own personal grief.

grief that i was keeping hidden.

because i wanted to be PROFESSIONAL.

i was sorry for him

 but i had little energy left for his unprofessional problems.

.

i was exhausted

emotionally and physically and running on empty.

and

being around him and being his

‘listening post’

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

.

SO

 one day i turned in my two weeks notice and left

FOR ONE GLORIOUS WEEK

in the grand bahamas.

.

bahamas

the bahama princess hotel right on the beach.

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

the only thing missing was my beloved bob.

.

but it was beautiful.

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

AND

i did some soul searching there in the bahamas.

.

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

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

with my life.

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

.

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

the next 6 months were spent working at the university.

.

here. the magnificent gothic bizzell library.

.

bizzell library

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

.

you know that old bean.

i did a post about it.

in the short 6 months there . . .

it’s in the side bar

named  ‘ my bad ‘

but . . . here’s the thing . . .

.

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

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

that sounds terrible to admit here.

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

but it was true about me then.

.

and yet i knew i had to earn a living.

and i’ve never been afraid of hard work.

.

SO

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

.

a friend of mine introduced me to a house painter

named patrick.

.

AND

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

uh oh. what a sentence.  LOLOL.

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

.

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

.

not the outside. but the inside.

.

so fresh so clean.

i loved everything about it!

the wonderful smell of the paint making everything new.

.

SO

when i somehow talked patrick into hiring me . . .

.

i apprenticed to become a professional painter.

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

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

doing just that!

painting i mean! LOL

.

painting apartments. painting houses inside and out.

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

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

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

and

i was never treated with anything but respect.

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

when i had learned my trade . . . respect.

.

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

i even made it past the 6 month mark!

LOLOL

he worked for himself and just used a helper.

i was that helper.

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

MYSELF.

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

and equipment.

i even had a special dolly that i could roll the

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

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

you have to be able to carry your own weight.

.

speaking of weight.

i weighed 105 pounds.

and about 50 pounds of that was hair.

.

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

regular peanut readers have seen it before.

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

.

GOOD GRIEF!

.

naturally wavy hair like a country western singer

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

LOLOL

 bangs
yes. i know.

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

nope.

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

.

that adorable boy is jacob and blake’s daddy.

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

he’s six feet tall now.

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

.

patrick was very patient with me.

.

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

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

while he worked in another part of the city.

.

we started at 5 a.m.

.

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

and a thermos of water.

.

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

it was on a friday.

.

he informed me on the following monday morning

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

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

not acceptable.

a hard lesson indeed.

.

see the picture at the beginning of the post?

.

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

ROSES and THEIR THORNS!!!

.

 no.

similar

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

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

but they are uncannily similar.

.

patrick worked on the front of the big house.

my job was the little outbuilding

covered with climbing rose bushes.

.

and with other shrubbery all around.

.

instructions from the owner were adamant.

” BE ESPECIALLY CAREFUL OF MY ROSES !!! “

.

well.

you couldn’t see it.

but at the back of that little house . . .

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

BARBED WIRE !!!

.

 old rusty barb barbed thorn fence wirecourtesy:zmkstudio

.

and RUSTED barbed wire at that!

why on earth would somebody string that kind of wire

to hold up climbing roses.

roses have thorns enough themselves!!!

.

well.

this is WAYYYY too long already.

so let’s just end this sad tale.

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 .

i lost my shirt in another way too old bean.

.

thin

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

i wound up in the hospital.

.

i had tried to bid my own jobs.

i lost money on every one of them.

.

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

.

WRONG.

.

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

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

and i was just working very very hard.

not a combination for good health.

.

BUT . . .

it had a happy ending old bean!

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

.

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

you remember!

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

.

BUT

i tell you what old bean . . .

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

paint brush or roller or sprayer in hand . . .

tip your hat with respect.

.

it’s not an easy job.

.

and if you grow roses . . .

FOR PETE’S SAKE !!!!

DON’T

GROW THEM RIGHT UP BY THE HOUSE.

please!!!

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til soon old bean.

til soon!

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

thanks!