Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Happy Wonderer

The Happy Wanderer sung and produced by Ollie aka Doc Mustard (via olliesongs)

My oldest sister Mary (who passed away a couple of weeks ago) taught me this song when I was a little girl. We've always sort of teased my daughter Valerie singing her name instead. What wonderful, happy memories this brought back. Right. On.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Double Rainbow All The Way!

 Can you guess what this is?


Neat, eh?

Taken with my Nikon Coolpix P80

After opening up the blinds in my living room, I fixed myself a cup of tea and headed back to my bedroom. I glanced over to the window and saw all these pretty fantastical colors reflecting off the glass lamp base onto the vertical blinds. I went shutter-crazy, but posted what I think are the best two shots here. I likey.

Sunday, January 23, 2011


I have been sitting here for the last couple of hours looking at one site, sarah.wondering. I can't stop. Oh my goodness, there is so much on this site to absorb! Go there. Now. But be sure to grab a cup of tea or something because once you start you won't be able to stop. Srsly.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I Lost My Big Sister Today

My big sister Mary passed away today, much more peacefully than did our mother. She was number 3 of the 4 sons and 3 daughters born of our parents, and she was the first of the sibling to die.

L-R: Martha, Mary, Dorothy
Three sisters, taken a few weeks before Mary's death

When my mom had to go to work to help support our family, Mary was like a second mother to us younger brothers and sisters . She cooked, cleaned, drove us around, worried about us, was my Brownie scout leader and the best piggy-back ride-giver, ever. She carried me around until my feet just about dragged the ground, she spoiled me so. She loved our sister Martha so much she donated one of her kidneys to her (as did my brothers Burt and John before her), which has lasted now for well over ten years. For all of that goodness we enjoyed, there were some equally rough years relationship-wise, but in the end we put them aside and just loved one another.

One of my friends, Jane, said my post about our family's loss on Facebook, "No longer 7, we are 6," brought to mind " 'We Are Seven,' by William Wordsworth, one of innumerable recitations my grandmother memorized as a child. She could still recite it word for word at age 100." Jane was so right.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Caller ID

I get a kick out of our caller ID. I am easily amused.


Music: Sleep Away, Bob Acri