“All the Windows of my Heart I Open to the Day”

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Dear Reader:

Yesterday about half of my fourteen vinyl windows were installed and the workers are finishing the rest today.

I got so excited, after the first window was installed, that I ran around both sides of my home opening up the new windows, turning on all the ceiling fans and then bravely turning off the air conditioning…

I wanted fresh air circulating in the house. I have lived in this home since 1982 and I have never been able to open one single window…some days I felt like I was in prison…over time the windows had swelled and I physically couldn’t raise one single window and/or close it. They remained dusty, dirty, and the panes had even splintered.

New light came rushing in from the newly installed windows, like a laughing child playing hide and seek. Suddenly corners that had been dark were open to light and I felt like someone who had never seen life before… having her sight restored.

My new windows have made me deliriously happy….in perfect timing with mother nature’s “cooler” weather front moving in for late August. Here are photos taken from the different newly installed windows to date.

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Scene looking out my new kitchen window on the B&B side

 

 

 

 

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Another scene from the kitchen window on the B&B side

 

 

 

 

 

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Another scene from the B&B bedroom window

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The bathroom on my side (that will be the next major project somewhere down the road)… even  looks better with its own special window!

 

 

 

And, once again, the real trooper through all these changes has been “Big Red” my famous seven year old geranium…the young men painted my bench for me and now “Big Red” sits upon a freshly painted white bench…the “throne” of the geranium who won’t stop fighting for life…my role model.

“Big Red” lost a few more branches during the two week transfer but I think it  just “slendered up” to withstand the hot summer it has experienced.

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While the workers were removing the old windows…I tried to clean around each window sill and keep the blinds or shutters out of the way of the operation… until the vinyl windows were permanently secured.

It reminded me of a story “Mama Mia” (Jackson’s mother who died from brain cancer) told me over the phone one day. She said that she thinks God keeps the shades down on our bedroom windows and over our eyes when we first awaken… so we won’t know what the weather will be…sunny or stormy.

God doesn’t want us going into the day with pre-conceived ideas about the day before it even unveils its glorious, special self. And aren’t we eternally thankful that God spares us the knowledge of the brevity or longevity of our own lives…but instead keeps the shades pulled down so we won’t worry about the future but live life in the moment?

I think the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, had it right when he stated: ” All the windows of my heart, I open to the day.” Regardless of the conditions of the day…if we enter each day with an open heart our day will be a memorable one.

So until tomorrow (like author Anne Spollen commented from her book The Shape of Water) :

“I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was the same.” (Ditto Anne)

“Today is my favorite day  Winnie the Pooh

*Honey and her precious little dog Gabby went on their routine morning walk yesterday and Honey returned with all these wild flowers…how beautiful!

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There Are People Who Would Love to Have Your Bad Days

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41H8sdjnivL._SX329_BO1,204,203,200_The other day Rachael Ray had Tom Brokaw on as a guest on her show…promoting his book and telling his story of how he is coping with a rare form of cancer called:  Multiple myeloma – it is a cancer of the antibody-producing cells in the bone marrow, which are part of the body’s immune system. (Treatable, but not curable.)

It was obvious when he walked across the stage set and sat down that he was walking stiffly, as if in pain, and he gingerly took his time sitting down. As Rachael asked about his health….he explained that because blood cells form in the bone marrow…this type of cancer is hard on the skeletal system producing excruciating compression fractures in the spine. .

635608932891303216-GTY-464339796On the way to the studio earlier that morning he told the audience that he was feeling somewhat frustrated at his own slow, awkward gait until he saw a homeless veteran with no legs sitting in a wheelchair with a cup in his hand.

Then he said a wave of regret washed over him for feeling sorry for himself when this man would never walk again…he dropped money into his cup and wished the man a good day which the veteran, in good cheer, responded back accordingly.

Haven’t we all experienced this same situation while recovering from a pity party? It doesn’t matter whether it is a health problem, an emotional problem, or even a financial problem…there is always some one, actually thousands of people, who have experienced so much worse that our little problem would appear ant-like to them.

No matter how serious our problems might strike us…the vast majority of Americans can still return to a home, loved ones, pets,  warmth or coolness, food in the frig, and a comfortable bed to sleep in.

Some people, in this world, have never and probably will never experience a home, plenty of food, and a comfortable bed to lie on. No matter what happened during their day…if these people experienced lodging, food, and bedding…it would still be the the best day of their life.

Tom Brokaw thought he was at the apex of his life….semi-retired (choosing only certain specials to do occasionally) having more free time to spend with his wife of 51 years and his children/grandchildren. Like Jefferson…he finally had plenty of time to read and write.

Then in 2013 he started suffering back pain which only increased in intensity over time. It was the Mayo Clinic where his diagnosis was revealed…a detour was looming ahead in his personal journey.

Friends had always kidded him that he was destined to be a particularly lucky bright star. The diagnosis showed him (he admitted wryly) that his bright light had a dimmer on it.

For the past couple of years his cancer has been in a type of remission giving him time for the things he loves best…writing and playing with his grandchildren. He notes, in his memoir of hope however, that from the time of his diagnosis he knew intuitively that no matter what  state the cancer was in…nothing would ever be the same…that his old life of ‘false security’ was gone.

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It was this part of the book that I could really relate to…my personal and spiritual life was so elevated with my diagnosis of “little c” that going through this uncertain stage of keeping my cancer at bay…brings about a personal dilemma for me.

I don’t want to return to the person I was before my diagnosis…the “Pre-Cancer Becky” of old. There was nothing particularly wrong with me except my eyes weren’t open to all the possibilities God had in store for me.

Now as one of millions of people living with cancer…my appreciation for life is God-fold.. with Him in the center of my life…not pushed to the perimeters like before my diagnosis.

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I keep seeing more connections than ever before and the world has become my playground of curiosity. I understand now that taking life for granted is one of the worse things we can do…because this attitude stymies the unknown frontiers of amazing experiences just waiting to dazzle us and mystify our imagination.

Mrs. Persons, Oh fourth grade teacher of mine, you were wrong when you told me there were no more frontiers left to explore…I am here to tell you that I have lived in the frontier of cancer for seven years now and it has been the most rewarding time of my life!

So whenever we want to feel sorry for ourselves…pause and look around and then go to your dictionary and see how one preposition can change the way we see others.

Sympathy is literally ‘feeling with’ – compassion for/ or commiseration with another person.

Empathy, by contrast, is literally ‘feeling into’ – the ability to project one’s personality into another person and more fully understand that person.

Just like the aim of  Tom Brokaw’s latest book  …helping others facing serious diseases through the sharing of his own thoughts and  stories while traveling through his personal frontier….we, too, should learn to take the extra step …going from ‘feeling with‘ to ‘feeling into’  those following behind us with kindred problems.

So until tomorrow…Let us always keep one hand free to reach behind to pull another up…someone whose entire life is our one “bad”  day.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Here is a sneak peek of the progress on the house…a column was added to the back porch because the whole trim side under the roof was bowed…now covered in crisp white paint…it is holding up the new roof quite proudly…the doors (on the front) are a rich deep caramel color to pick up the assortment of browns in the brick…the only thing left to do is install the new vinyl windows and that begins today!!!…So much excitement!

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“A Think Tank for the Soul”

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Dear Reader:

I came across an interview with Gordon Hempton, (who I will have to admit, I had never heard of until now), and  loved every word he was saying in the discourse-things like…“Silence is not a luxury, but it is essential.”

Particularly today….the issue of silence and quietness is top on my mind. The roofers are here taking off and putting on shingles. I have begun to notice that there is a pattern to laying shingles…it goes: “Rat-tat-tat-tat (3 second pause) tat-tat.”

I was told it is good to hear so many “tats” because that is the number of nails being hammered in (per shingle) to hold it in place. Four is acceptable…six even better.

After listening to this pattern for awhile I have found myself typing to the same beat on the computer keys…”rat-tat-tat-tat…tat-tat.” (I must admit, however, I am beginning to crave my quiet little computer room again….it is harder to get “in the zone” with hammers pounding overhead.)

In one story…Hempton told about his life course change and how it pertained to silence in a very important “aha” moment he encountered on his way to graduate school.

I grew up thinking that I was a listener except on my way to graduate school one time, I simply pulled over making the long drive from Seattle, Washington, to Madison, Wisconsin, pulled over in a field to get some rest and a thunderstorm rolled over me.

While I lay there and the thunder echoed through the valley and I could hear the crickets, I just simply took it all in. And it’s then I realized that I had a whole wrong impression of what it meant to actually listen. I thought that listening meant focusing my attention on what was important even before I had heard it and screening out everything that was unimportant even before I had heard it

In other words, I had been paying a lot of attention to people, but I really hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to what is all around me. It was on that day that I really discovered what it means to be alive as another animal in a natural place. That changed my life.

I had one question and that was how could I be 27 years old and have never truly listened before? I knew, for me, I was living life incredibly wrong, so I abandoned all my plans, I dropped out of graduate school, I moved to Seattle, took my day job as a bike messenger and only had one goal, and that was to become a better listener.

His epiphany hit home to me…aren’t we all guilty of only half-listening in conversations while the other half is busy already creating a response to the speaker?  And like yesterday, when we talked about turning around to enjoy more of God’s beautiful world…if we are listening intently to one person ( as we were taught in school to do) aren’t we missing out on the sounds of the world passing us by?

Hempton (a coustic ecologist) says that “silence is becoming an endangered species…almost extinct” and that Earth has become a “solar-powered jukebox.”

He defines real quiet as presence- not an absence of sound, but an absence of noise.

…”I think a physicist will tell you that true silence does not exist, not on planet Earth with an atmosphere and oceans. When I speak of silence, I often use it synonymously with quiet.

I mean silence from modern life, silence from all these sounds that have nothing to do with the natural acoustic system, which is busy communicating.” (like wildlife and different wind sounds going through different type of leaves and needles.)

It is getting harder and harder to find a quiet interlude during the day or night. Sometimes…even early in the morning…I hear garbage trucks off in the distance or late in the evening…music from parties at the club. There is nothing wrong with these sounds…I actually enjoy listening to the music…but, once again, it proves how hard it is to find total silence in our society any more.

Maybe that is the reason we, unconsciously, crave it (silence) so badly. (like right now!)

In Hempton’s lifetime quest to find the quietest places on earth he has, also, discovered his own spirituality…his soul along the journey. “Quiet is a think tank for the soul.”

Here is a link to the top ten quietest places in America to visit.

The 10 Quietest Places in the United States | Ecorazzi

So until tomorrow…let us spend as much time finding our personal quiet places as we do looking for a new home. Everyone needs a daily dose of “silence.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Flowers are my “think tanks to the soul”

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A “Turn-Around” Day

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I had an epiphany yesterday ( well, maybe a little wink) when I walked into my den around 9:00 a.m from the garden. I had my door open and the sun was shining through the glass storm door. I turned on the ceiling fans and for some reason…the shadows of the fans turning around spread across the orange stucco wall.

It was so cool…watching the shadows dance to the circular motion of the ceiling fans. It was then that I remembered one of the workmen had graciously brought in his ladder Monday to replace a recessed bulb for me from the high den ceiling.

The worker had slanted the direction of the bulb, a little differently, from the other two lights, unknowingly, and now I had the fun of watching the results. His “error” opened up a whole new range of lighting and shadowing displays…never seen before.

I started thinking about this…how one small change can set off a whole new chain reaction…if we pause in life long enough to “turn around.

So I grabbed my trusty iPhone/camera and set out on an adventure to see what lay behind me waiting to be seen with just one “turn around.”

I had walked past my rabbit statue, without a backwards glance several times in the garden, but yesterday I realized that the other “lazy susan” plant I bought… looked so cute and “fall-ish” behind my rabbit…perked that rabbit right up with the bright yellow flowers.

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This “turn-around” item dates back a whole year…Over the weekend I came across the birthday card I bought for Mandy last year, lost, and found this year right before Mandy’s upcoming benchmark birthday on the third of September.

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Inside the card…the verse reads:

You have brought me a special kind of happiness into my life, and I love the times we spend together. 

(So very true…such a special relationship between a mother and daughter.)

Monday night I was gathering up gardening tools and putting them in the garage. As I started slowly back towards the house I noticed the moon peeking out from under some shimmering wispy, veiled clouds.

The moon was between a quarter moon and a half moon…as if suspended in the starry skies waiting to move one step (or one night) closer to its goal of a full moon.

I aimed the iPhone and pressed the button but nothing seemed to happen…I jiggled it and then as I was “turning around” to aim it toward the moon and the darkening sky one more time…the flash went off and this beautiful, strange photo was created.

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Not to be outdone…as darkness descended quickly upon the garden (it was a little after eight) something white caught my eye and I “turned around.” There was another beautiful moon flower where none had been just minutes before my photo of the moon.

It appeared to be calling me over with “Look at me…forget that faraway moon…and see me in all my beauty right before you.”

This time the flash immediately went off and a clear, un-abstracted photo emerged.

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Sometimes in the busyness of life, with our eyes focused on the imminent next event in our lives,we forget to simply “turn around” and look behind us. There lies an invisible world of sheer beauty in all its abundance…overlooked by us too many times because we have our eyes glues to the prize straight ahead.

The “prize” can actually be behind us…not in front of us…if we just stop along life’s path and  “turn around.”

So until tomorrow…Let us never get completely entrenched in the “straight and narrow”  …sometimes the real beauty lies in the bent width of life… just a turn away.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* Anne has a most beautiful “turn around” story that she left in the comments early this morning…..thank you for sharing Anne.

My TURN AROUND story comes from my weekly walks with a birding group at Magnolia Gardens. Every Saturday around 10 am we’d see an eagle flying over the rice dikes near the Ashley River.

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*I think God loves eagles too….there is so much scripture referencing them….love this verse.

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*Today is Eva Cate’s first day of school at ECDC….John saved pictures from each first day of school there since she was two. Basically it is the same group of students….almost like high school…Eva Cate is entering her final “senior” year. It is hard to believe! The next time I “turn around” Eva Cate will be graduating from high school. Times flies so fast!

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The Price of a Day

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The nicest thing about looking for a certain book or a piece of jewelry or whatever it is…is that, more often than not, we get detoured by another “find.”

That is what happened to bring about the idea for this post. I was looking for one thing and found another…a message that a mother wrote to her son on high school graduation day. The son kept it in his wallet until the day his wife found it following his sudden heart attack and death.

Apparently the advice on the message took him far as he lead a quite successful life, both personally and professionally. It did make me pause and re-think my day yesterday….I hope it does the same for you today.

This is the beginning of a new day

I have been given this day to use as I will

I can waste it or use it for good. 

What I do today is importnat

Because I’m exchanging a

day of my life for it. 

When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone

forever leaving in it’s place whatever I have traded

it for. 

I pledge to myself that it shall be:

Gain not loss; Good not evil

Kindness not impatience; Love not fear

in order that I shall not regret the price I paid for this day.

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Annie Dillard, in her New York Times Bestseller…created the quote used for the theme of the blog. In her book she makes several interesting observations between living good days and/or a good life.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading — that is a good life. 

Isn’t this always the dilemma in life…the balancing act Dr. Seuss always talked about? “Life is a balancing act.” How do we maintain enough stability through routine and regiment…while still allowing our wings to fly in discovering our own creativity.

Thomas Jefferson, who was definitely a Renaissance Man…by any and all standards…maintained a disciplined daily routine and still was able to create, write, and design his own life.

I always remember one comment made by the tour guide on my last trip to Monticello a few years ago with a group of teachers…

A typical day for Jefferson started early, because, in his own words, “Whether I retire to bed early or late, I rise with the sun.” He told of a fifty-year period in which the sun had never caught him in bed; he rose as soon as he could read the hands of the clock kept directly opposite his bed.

Jefferson’s idea of a “vacation” day would have been to read all day without looking up. He was an avid reader and hated waiting on late dinner guests so he always kept a book on his mantle…most of the time guests would walk into his dining room  to find him completely immersed in a book.

From morning to night he kept his rigorous schedule of writing…taking notes on weather, migration patterns of birds, and flowers…then later…notes on new inventions he created, correspondence letters (which, like most us, he gritted his teeth to get through each day) or drawing new architectural designs.

He left time for exercise in walking around the grounds of his beautiful home examining plants and vegetables of every experimentation.

download (1)Each morning he built his own fire and soaked his feet in cold water…he believed this lead to good health and for eighty plus years it must have worked.

As we study famous people who accomplished much in their lives…we come to see that many of these, like Jefferson, designed their own balance between routine and creative happiness.

So until tomorrow…may we, too, design our lives so we never “regret the price we paid for this day.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Like Jefferson my daily morning walk through the garden starts my day off right by soothing my soul in my sanctuary with God.

Yesterday this beautiful morning glory stole my heart!

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*Nancy, Anne’s sister has just started chemo and prayers are welcomed and appreciated that her tolerance for the drugs will be good and that she will continue to manage some normalcy in her life while going through them.

*Rudy has his doctor’s visit this morning (vet was sick last week and appointment was cancelled)…Please pray for the family to maintain our strong faith in God whose love for all His creatures is abiding and everlasting…and to remember that a lifetime of memories can be lived in a single moment!

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Beach Chair Musings…

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Dear Reader:

With the dog days of August nearing  its end and the official exit of summer arriving with Labor Day…the days of beach chair musings are coming to a close.

What is it about sitting in a beach chair watching life and people around us that lures us into a peaceful, contemplative state of mind?

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I remember someone dropping this little book off several years ago as a gift to read…but have now forgotten whom. I picked it up a few days ago and started thinking about the clarity we get while sitting in a beach chair staring out at the ocean amidst peals of laughter from children frolicking in the waves and building sandcastles.

Our chair turns into a type of Aladdin’s Magic Carpet and we are swept through thoughts and memories of the past and daydreams about the future.

I could recite some wonderful verses of poetry for my musings or deep psychological thoughts like the old “Deep Thoughts” on Saturday Night Live…. since you all know me so well…I think a humorous perspective on life is what my mood today calls for….

  1. Beach Chair Wisdom: In the morning you beg to sleep more, in the afternoon you are dying to sleep, and at night you refuse to sleep.

2.  Beach Chair Wisdom: God please give me patience, if you give me strength I will just punch someone in the face.

3. Beach Chair Wisdom: I’m old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyway.

4. Beach Chair Wisdom: If we were on a sinking ship, and there was only one life vest… I would miss you so much.

5. Beach Chair Wisdom: Stop worrying about the world ending today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia.

6. Beach Chair Wisdom: The most important thing in life is not knowing everything, it’s having the cell number of somebody who does!

7. Beach Chair Wisdom:  If I live to be a hundred…I still won’t know how to fold a fitted sheet!

8. Beach Chair Wisdom: How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

9. Beach Chair Wisdom: Bad decisions make great stories!

10. Beach Chair Wisdom: “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.

It is also while we are contemplating life in the beach chair that we start asking those life long questions that we have never discovered an answer to….

  1. Beach Question: Are there really people who step into the shower first before turning on the water?
  2. Beach Question: Why doesn’t McDonalds sell hot dogs?
  3. Beach Question: At the movie theater, which arm rest is mine?
  4. Beach Question: If God sneezes, what should we say?
  5. Beach Question: When does it stop being partly cloudy and become partly sunny?
  6. Beach Question: Why is it that everyone driving faster than you is considered an idiot and everyone driving slower than you is a moron?
  7. Beach Question: If money doesn’t grow on trees then why do banks have branches?
  8. Beach Chair Question: Can a cemetery raise its prices and blame it on the cost of living?
  9. Beach Chair Question: If you speak only one language, are you just lingual?
  10. Beach Chair Question: Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

Libby told me something new…I didn’t know. When Betsy was having to have a lot of blood work done before and after surgery…her cousin and aunt accompanied her to the doctor one day. Her cousin started to turn white and look like she was going to be ill  or faint and the doctor asked her to leave.

Libby’s sister, Linda, went to check on her. Paige told her mother that she must be a ‘fainting goat” and then explained the video she watches about the fainting goats.

If you haven’t heard of this particular breed of goat…let me enlighten you so the next time someone feels faint…you can forever dub them the ‘fainting goat’ too.

downloadA myotonic goat, otherwise known as the fainting goat, is a domestic goat whose muscles freeze for roughly 10 seconds when the goat feels panic. Though painless, this generally results in the animal’s collapsing on its side. The characteristic is caused by a hereditary genetic disorder called myotonia congenita.

While we are on “goats”…this next breed doesn’t faint….but screams….Who knew there were so many strange types of goats….learn something new every day!

So until tomorrow…Isn’t this a perfectly wonderful crazy world we live in which provides us with all kinds of crazy thoughts…Thanks God for a sense of humor…one of man’s best weapons of all.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

* The shining star award for this week goes to this gorgeous black-eyed susan and her “snail” friend! Best of the bunch in the garden!

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*I love this picture too ….my bottle brush just produced one red bloom and look at all the pollination going on….I was able to sneak up close to the bees because they were greedily eating everything in sight.

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*And that brings us to a most beautiful closure….please take some time (after the fainting and screaming goats) to enjoy the spectacular beauty of pollination in nature. It will make your day! *Thank you Brookie for sharing this beautiful piece of nature with us.

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*Mandy and John invited me over for supper….delicious supper and great company….on the way home last night after the rain…the sky was so beautiful, coated in red, purple, orange and pink… returning over the bridges…it literally took my breath away….of course grandchildren do that all the time to me.

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What a Day for a Daydream!

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Dear Reader:

The other day (on the blog) we were talking about taking the initiative to design the life we wanted to live… well, the best way to do that is to “craft our life from daydreams.”

Yesterday morning…that is just what I did. Daydream…

I woke up around 7:00 ready to go….it had been such a fun night before… dancing at the VFW ….Jackson and I collapsed when we got in…Brooke and Libby stayed up and caught up over chicken salad and pimento cheese.

Everyone was still sleeping soundly yesterday morning after I awoke…so I got dressed, ate some pimento cheese on a slice of bread for breakfast…and went outside where Jackson has set up some chairs on her side patio….the sun was shining but it was actually “coolish” at that time in the morning…Yes…even in Columbia.

I found myself closing my eyes and remembering all the fun from the night before…and it was that daydream that became the catalyst to take me back in time to the old Erskine college days.

As we all got ready Friday night…we started asking each other how this or that looked, or should we wear another outfit, or could we borrow some accessory…necklace, bracelet, scarf….whatever to enhance our Motown/Beach Music attire.

I remember stopping to listen to the excited chattering…and suddenly I was back in the dorms at Erskine but this time we were all young college girls again….heading out to Starnes.…(which was the dancing/drinking mecca closest to Erskine…in Greenwood.)

We have certainly aged…but the excitement Friday night was still the same….(actually this early photo was of the night we decided to go “honky-tonking.”)

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Libby, me, Brooke, and Jackson

We kinda look like we have all lost our best friends…but actually we were going for the sexy, sultry look…the daydreams of youth.

 

(L to R) Me, Jackson, Brooke, and Libby….our hair has all gone “lighter” while the rest of us…well, hasn’t. But, never mind, we were ready to party!

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When we arrived…the room was pretty packed….but the lead singer, Kimmie, had her mother save a special table for us near the band…(because Ben had told them we were coming.) We felt like celebrities…

The problem was….when Ben and some of the other band members made a call-out for single men…no one came forward…it ended up that there were only two single men there….and “Bless their hearts” the four of us danced them into an early grave most likely….

Jackson has this funny magnet on her frig (see below) that says: “Life is too short to dance with ugly men”-Oscar Wilde)…but we decided at our age…if a man is breathing and can shuffle his feet…we will accept any offer and then just dance all around him….and that is what we did.

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At intermission…the Ben Barbour “groupies” were “honored” to have our photo taken with the coolest guitar player around.

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I think what finally took us under and reminded us that we were no longer those young college girls… were the line dances…*Because there were a lot more single women than men…the band figured they would add more line dances so everyone could step out on the dance floor.

If they played the “Electric Slide” one time…they played it ten times…and, on one occasion,  I decided to follow suit and join Libby and Brooke in one of them…I should have noticed that they had disappeared from the dance floor after several minutes because this dance just wouldn’t end….Little old ladies, however, with a decade or more age on me….were hanging tight…and I was gasping for air (like a fish out of water)…I couldn’t swallow…but my pride wouldn’t let “Granny” (in front of me) outlast me.

I told Ben on the phone, yesterday, that the idea of including everyone in the line dances was fine…but they needed to look at the median age out there and cut those everlasting songs back to the original time intended..or the dancers were going to be falling like dominoes… I wasn’t sure if there were enough ambulances in the area to cover the fallen.

When we got home we ended up having the same discussion we have shared with each other several times now…especially since we all retired…we wouldn’t trade who we are and where we are now for those young girls back at Erskine (stepping over the starting line for the race of life) for anything.

Some episodes in life are only meant to be experienced once..they are too painful to repeat. We have all paid the piper with many of the “Top Ten Most Stressed Out Life Experiences” ….We have voluntarily pulled out of the race for life…and are content to now immerse ourselves in savoring the moment…not the race.

We have worked hard to get where we are today…strong, independent women who understand the top priorities in life- love, laughter, and friendship. As long as we have that…the daydreams of yesterday are the realities of today.

So until tomorrow….Let the children day-dream without admonishment…because they are learning creativity and imagination from within…and one day, if we’re really lucky, they become reality.

” Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Look what bloomed last evening!!!! ( It must have been waiting for me to come home)…I thought the vines were morning glory vines and then last evening…there it was! I had to do a little moon dance jig around the tree….

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