Sunday, August 10, 2014

Till Then...

I took this picture years ago.
The butterfly landed on Pablo the Zen and I took the photo.
These lines surprised me when I looked at the picture on my phone.
Having no idea what they are or why they appeared here, I loved the image even more.
***
“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, 
and 
the life of the candle will not be shortened.
 Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
 ~Buddha~
*****
I am taking the month of August off. {from the blog}
I will be here painting and creating special ART.
I will also trying new recipes. Check in with Chef Valentine to see what is new.
{my kitchen really needs painted. I love THAT job}
But you can still text and email me anytime!
Till then.....Love you. Me






Friday, August 8, 2014

Embrace Life

"We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”
 ~John Lennon~

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Romance VS Beauty/ Locks of Love

A few days ago, I was challenged about my opinion.
It had to do with romance VS beauty.
Since Larry and I are advocates of romance, I usually side there,
but
in this instance, I chose beauty
There is a bridge far away, over the river Seine in Paris.
It is called Pont Des Arts or Locks Of Love Bridge.
Each year, Larry and I picnic on this bridge.
The benches are in the center of the walking bridge...it is a special time for us.
This is how the bridge looks now.
While sitting, you cannot see the view of Pont Neuf or anything outside of the bridge.
The locks of love clutter and distract from the amazing beauty of the bridge and its view.
When we first visited Paris 19 years ago, there were no locks of love in the bridge.
It is a romantic gesture for sure, but why deface something so beautiful?
There is so much romance around us,
 hanging a lock that will be cut off next month is NOT my idea of forever love.

I have a vintage post card from Paris.
1950's?
{ I love this post card}
This is the Pont des Arts- Pont Nuef view as in the above picture,
but decades earlier and down on the left bank side of the bridge.
The difference , {in my opinion} is stunning.
If you need to buy a lock and hang it on a bridge for your love to last,
all I can say is, "Good luck"....
So dear ones and you know who you are,
when you ask why I dislike the locks of love...here is your answer.

BUT, I really would like the dress that the woman is wearing in that postcard!
Love you.
Me

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Late! Late!

I am so late today!
Had to go to the hospital for one more test.
Do not ask. It had to do with urine.
Then I came home to finish sewing a dress and paint.
This ignorant laptop is not letting me get to my pictures,
so I am getting grumpy.
Larry and I are meeting a good friend for dinner tonight..
and 
I feel wonderful today!
How do you feel?
Love you.
Me

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

To Punish Publicly Or Not To Punish Publicly?



Have you heard about the woman 
who sold her daughters Katie Perry tickets online as a punishment?
If not, find the story 

The debate is, 
should the mother have humiliated her daughter publicly?
The consensus is,
that the mom should have punished her daughter in private.
To humiliate the daughter in public, will scar her for life.

I am on the fence about this one.
Because....
when I was 5 years old,
 I had a bad habit of going to friends homes to play 
without telling Mother where I was going.

She informed me,
once more and you will be punished.
It was not long before that once more, was a reality

Mother's punishment was:
She was going to tie me to the garage door for one hour.
A day was set and planned for after school.
I was in Kindergarten.

Please remember that we were kiddos in the '50's and '60's.
We were spanked with a hairbrush and yard stick.
If our arms were on the table at dinner time,
Norman would slap our arm with a fork.
In all of my punishments, in all of my life,
I remember every second of being tied to that garage door.
The neighbors brought me a Popsicle and were kind to me.
I remember my face burning with embarrassment
and the loud hummm in my ears.

Mother was a great woman. I loved her very much.
She has been gone from us since 1995 
and I hesitated to share this story with you.
Then I remembered that after all of these years {55}
 the humiliation of the punishment still rings in my ears.

Punishing a child is a personal decision and should be done in private.
This is just my opinion....
what do you think?
Love you,
me.
















Monday, August 4, 2014

I HEART The Book!

Happy Monday!
I am running late today, please forgive me.
I had chores to do before going to Baylor for lots for blood work.
{Why do oncologists and endocrinologists always need so much blood?}
I am home now, Libby pug dog is happy and snorting at me,
laundry is swirling in the washer
and
Monday dinner is planned.
I finished painting one pair of Tom's for a gift
and
will start a second pair today.
 
On Saturday, in the mail, I received an ARC.
{advanced readers copy}
It is a novel, that will be released in OCT of this year.
Let me tell you about the author.
 
Lets go back to 2010.
I was in a small apartment in Paris.
The left bank, with noisy streets and busy cafes.
The apartment had a garret bedroom.
The ceiling angle was so bad,
that Larry bumped his noggin every day.
The shower was weird too.
You would have to step UP into it.
OH! and you would have to step up to use on the toilet too.
Imaging sitting there, legs dangling.
It was a crazy apartment.
The weather was cold that year.
Bitter winds blew through the windows,
snow and sleet tapped on the roof.
I stayed inside a lot.
Reading, eating clementines and playing on the internet.
 I posted a Paris picture on the blog.
It was of the snow outside of the window. {I think}
A few days later, I had a comment on the blog.
Really?
No one ever comments on my blog!
And it was from a woman in France.
A kind note for sure, colorful and humorous.
A note from Samantha Verant.
She is the author of Seven Letters From Paris.
Over the years, we have become friends.
I always look forward to her spirit and kindness.
During the summer of 2012, when I was battling cancer,
Samantha was fine tuning a book she had written.
Including me as one of the beta readers!
 
I read only part of the book due to illness,
loving what I had read, hating to give it up.
 
Now, the ARC is going on a world wide tour!
I am excited for her!
I am excited for her family!
I am on page 129 of Seven Letters From Paris
 and cannot put it down.
Truthfully! I have proof!
Do you remember I told you that I was at the hospital
having massive blood work done this morning?
I took Seven Letters From Paris with me.
Do you need proof?
After the nurse was finished with me,
she put a cotton ball on the hole in my arm
and wrapped it with that icky, stinky, sticky stuff.
Don't take it off for 30 minutes she said.
Just in time to get home and unwrap that thing.
 
I got home, sorted laundry,
thinking about Samantha's book the entire time.
Then I took off my bandage.
Look what I found.
The cotton ball had a blood stained heart on it.
I almost don't know what to say...
except I really love this book.
Thank you Samantha for including me in the ARC tour,
 including me as one of your beta readers...
and especially,
Thank you for being you.
Love you.
Me