Compose a life..in the beginning of the solstice

So, going to Chicago with a schoolfriend from elementary..known her since she was in pigtails and I was in halter tops and ripped jeans and barefoot, a brattin kid. I was best friends with her older sister. She always told on us cause we didn't want her hanging round. Funny how life turns out. We are now fast friends and I no longer see her sister...long story. Love her but...

VIP comp. tickets to Jonny Lang, a great blues artist if you don't know of him, at the House of Blues with a private opera balcony seating with curtains and a private waitress, or maybe a cute waiter. Looking down on the fray and sittin in comfort and jammin to some good music...and laughing and drinking and frolicking and dancin in place, I'm certain.

Lots of time ridin the train into the "Big City" for remembering the old days and catching up on the "new" news. we only live 20 miles apart and love each other but she's been being a mom, a bank teller and a wife and life happens. Haven't seen her in a couple years. Haven't been to Chicago in as long and adore it as a "city." The architecture alone is amazing, the history, the venues, the choices..the views.
The House of Blues was designed after the Opera House in Prague. I have been there as well, drinking and dancing the polka with a room full of beer drinking, thumping men who didn't speak a lick of English. Paper and drawings and laughter worked well enough. And music and dancin. Workin class men. It was just after they opened the border to foreign tourists...and we were young, pretty American girls. We had us a time. But the art inside that building, one of the first in Europe and one of the only ones not to be obliterated during WWII with bombs. The architecture and style. And House of Blues has caught it perfectly. It's fabulous. Like a mini trip to Prague...which I hear is now the mecca for artists and poets and musicians of the "New Age". I'd like the be "New Age" rather than "Old Age" perhaps but it's all good. Let em have their day, I say.
It's fun to watch and be through the confusing parts.

We're staying at The Drake, only cause I got an amazing value on it and taking the train in. My grandparents took me there first as a little baby girl so many fond memories there as well..and great, I mean the BEST clam chowder ever and homemade cheese rolls.

Might ride the ferris wheel over Lake Michigan. Never done that one.

It IS a ride, and seeing my dad sick and my mom not well and so on...and friends too..well, it makes one feel really, truly blessed.

Happy Summer's Day to all . Have all Summer in a Day...and enjoy it.

Long time no write

It's rare but sometimes I feel I have nothing to say. So much has been said about everything already, spewed more like. Bin Laden? My favorite is Mark Twain's quote: "I do not celebrate anyone's death but have read a few obituaries with pleasure." I got no pleasure from any of it. It is the world off its centre. Evil and terror and people's demise. Not nice.

The Royal Wedding. Pretty and exciting in the midst of ugly.

Family. They are aging and not well. Mom turned 81 the other day. Wasn't feeling well so had to cancel dinner. And she didn't want her Kindle. Thought it would be light and bright and easy to hold and read. She has always been an avid reader. Her response: "I don't read anymore." This from a woman who taught me to read and has read 4 books a week since I've been old enough to realize how much she reads and knows. It was one of her joys. I think life is escaping her. No passion left for it. Happens. Not fun to talk or write about though. Just sad.

Relationships? Best friend is moving away. She is tthe one with the grandson I would go see on a down day and he would run out and swing up in my arms before I reached the door in excitement. I taught him to build snowmen and ride flying saucers down hills and yes, how to read. They will be gone in less than 2 weeks. It's good for her as she lost her job after 25 years and is lucky enough to have found a great new one, in Atlanta, where her daughter and grandchildren now are. But....I will soo miss her presence. No matter the adversity, she always, always looked up and has faith and a positive nature I've never witnessed in anyone in my lifetime. She inspires me....and has taught me so much.

Boyfriends? Nah. Have a new friend I am enjoying time with when we find time. Mostly I find myself wanting to be alone and having to force myself to be social. I am quiet and rather closed. Unusual for me in springtime but it is what it is and I do not pretend. No sense in it. I like who he is. I just don't feel much spirit in me in that sense right now but maybe that will change with time. I don't know why. So don't ask.

Today I received such a beautifully moving gift from Tasmania. A photo taken by a dear friend and former co-teacher of his son on the beach called Childhood's End. It's fabulous in composition and style and it moved me to tears. How I would love to see him and his family again. It's so far to Tasmania. I don't fly well anymore. Maybe one day.....Such a special friend and I have not the words to express what this gift meant to me and will for my lifetime.

I walk my dog. I relish in the brief beauty of flowering spring trees and gardens and the return the GREEN after the dark of winter. I ride, I ride, I ride. It is what heals my spirit, always.

So there it is. Too many words for nothing much to say.

Life moves on with the seasons...

So, it goes, day by day. You find out someone has cancer and won't live to see the flowers bloom and so as you ride your horse through the woods, it is especially sweet and treasured, heightened. You live day by day...carpets get cleaned, dog walked, gardens tended, brush cleared, food cooked, elders looked after, sleep blessed when it comes uninterupted by worries. You wake to a cacophony of spring birdsong and are grateful for your dog's nuzzling, your horses' ways of knowing and teaching and lifelong friends and students whoare alive and come to stay with you now and again. And that's enough.

My fellow Americans: More than a FB soundbyte post

Ok, preface. I too have been sucked into the vortex and pass no judgment on anyone.

Americans have been conditioned to spend more than they have and to believe in consumerism and that money equals happiness. We are spoiled, arrogant, empirialist and feel we are entitled and have bought into some obscene idea of democracy that doesn't and hasn't existed for ages.

I watch as people spend waaay too much for Christmas, a holiday I used to love and not just cause of presents, but family and the smell of fresh pine and homemade gifts or none.

Then they stress. The new TV was grand and everybody was happy for a nanosecond. Maybe a new car will fix it...

And then comes tax season and insurance payments and all the bills.

And everybody flips out.

It has been this way for as long as I have been alive. I cannot remember when i last got money back. I am ok with paying to live in a country that used to be one I recognized as humane.

But really, seriously...it is the SAME every year. it is built in cultural. It is fish in water who cannot transition to a new way of being where everything isn't quite so easy....yet still more privileged than most.

Be grateful. Listen to the birds in the morning if they don't annoy you cause of a hangover or if you're not a morning person.

find something, anything, to be happy about.

Or  you are just plain missing all of it....everything that matters.
Pay your taxes and live and love and shut the hell up and be grateful.

Says me.

Rodeo Ridin

Beautiful spring day today. Rode both my horses and my big boy, Chance, behaved better than any prior spring season. Of course, he was full of spring and oats and wanted to pace and move out, so I let him. He pulls his head down and up and I let him till he gets it out of his system. He prances and dances and I laugh. He is a much better horse than he used to be. He still plays with his antics but he respects me and it's mutual, so we get on just fine. I don't have to "cowboy" him. I just have to let him be him and I'm no longer afraid of him and he knows it so we just have fun. I stop him and he stands there, looks backwards and sideways at me until I lean forward slightly and off he goes again. It so makes me laugh.

The funniest part was my mare. She is generally the most docile, slow moving horse ever. Duh, duh, duh, duh...down the trail. Usually being the keyword. Today she had to follow two paced Icelandics. They are gaited and move at a good clip, especially in spring. Their pace is Gracie's lope. She rodeod all the way down the trail. Never seen her do that before. Twist, buck, turn. ears back, head shaking back and forth. I was bareback but don't come unseated. I have my balance after all these years. It just makes me laugh. But it was a bit of a ride and I'll be a bit sore tomorrow, I figure. Good. Like moving my body. Love being outside. Love riding most of all, without being bundled up like a Muslim woman.

Grand day. Good ride with good friends.

And then raked the yard with my dog, Rodeo, out with me. She stayed out of the street even when another dog ran over and across. Good dog. Love her too. Love my animals. They are so much more fun than people sometimes....especially people who pop you in the mouth and give you a fat lip...hahaha. YOU know who you are!!!

ANNNNDDDD..tomorrow, it's spose to snow again. Ok then. That's ok. It's nearly over. My flower bulbs are showing above frozen ground. So, it's close...and I'm happy enough.

Kids, kites, bikes and life

So, I helped a 4 year old ride a two wheel bike for the first time and get up after he scraped his knees and ride again. Then we flew a kite. Then he fell asleep with one leg up and was snoring. Children are an elixir to me. They bring pure joy, truly. Maybe cause I don't have my own but I find them real magic and they cure my soul which breaks when I hear "oh yeah, btw, we're staying in Libya and Afghanistan". No shit? I want to shoot the tv. It won't help..but kids, horses, dog, kites and bikes and near spring offer some hope...some. I worry about the children. What have we done? How stupid can we be, really?

But happy is what this post is meant to be, mainly cause of this precious boy...

he was snoring when i took this picture. Toooo funny!

Spring, nearly...

Did you happen to see the SUPERMOON? It rose orange and red and I happened to be at the oceanside by happenstance. As big as a flying saucer, that moon. Stunning. Wow factor. Bigger even than in England when I saw the lunar eclipse out my window at the YMCA and stayed awake all night to stare at it past the trains which passed directly by my window and shook the bed. Pretty magical, sites like that.

Had a good visit with my father. Went to my first baseball game with him. Only boys went to baseball games when I was amall. What a cheat. We only went for one inning and it was St. Patrick's Day so they were playing the Pogues over the loud speakers. Bonus. And it was the LAST inning so we had the stadium nearly to ourselves and just watched the kids clamour to get their balls (baseballs) signed by the players and such. Nice moment with my dad.

Most memorable moment? I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I got really lucky, Dad, to have you as a father. You made me life possible."

"Well, you've been a good daughter."

My mouth hung open. My eyes watered. My father had never said anything remotely like this to me.
And I will hang on it for the rest of my life.
He only has a 20 percent chance of recovery.
But he's still alive and well, I cherish every minute I have with him, despite our difficulties through the years.

I love him so.
It's spring, nearly. New birth this way comes....new buds, birds returning, air maybe warming some day soon, gardening and yes, riding, riding, riding.
I must rob my piggy bank. I only got 3/4ths a tank for $75 the other day. This is going to severely cut down my travels with my horses as when I'm hauling I only get 8 mpg.

But wander and wonder I will. It is who I am.

Ice, Ireland and Illness

Was off to Ireland on  Monday. Tickets purchased 6 months ago. The day finally arrived to fly away to my favorite place to see friends' new babies and grandbabies and to tap my toes to the Miko Russell music fest craic.  The morning was covered by three inches of ice. Airport closed. Couldn't get out for a week and well, had to be back before then. Got all my money back, or most of it, after haggling for nearly said week.

The day my trip was cancelled, I learned my father has a terminal kidney disease...at 10 that night. Strangely I had a dream the night before about being in a hospital, seeing cancer cells that were these strange black bugs eating away at cells under a microscope. So I knew...somehow. I always have these kinds of visions before these things happen. Wrote a poem about my brother's death a month before he died. First line, I wish it was someone I didn't know outside of a newspaper report. Last line: But it's my brother.

So, will be going to see my dad. I won't have much time with him because of well, better not even go there.

But I will be able to hug him and maybe play our favorite claw game where you try to pick up stuffed toys from a rigged machine. I have the top game, having picked up three toys in one lift once. it's just something my dad and I do. And we also play Backgammon and use the doubling cube and gamble. I taught him to play and even if he only has a million to one chance of winning, he will accept the cube. Thus, I usually win some big extra cash and get a lot of giggles out of it.  He calls me a lucky shit. I am. I have my dad still.

It's been a bit of a tough go. But I did get a DVD of He Died with a Felafel in his Hand and will watch it soon on my first 43 inch flatscreen TV purchased with saved money from canceled trip. And I will laugh, I am certain. It's a big flippin tv, I'll say that. Go big and then go home!

Anyways, i was a bit down about not getting to go to Ireland and then I was reminded about what really, really matters. The people you love most....

shoot the geek squad...

Ok, so there's a lot of folks who own computers but are clueless as to how to fix them or get free shareware and thus pay out the nose for such people as Best Buy's Geeker Squad who simply rob and steal from unknowing people. I hate that kind of lowlife corporate bottom feeding. And I need a t-shirt that says, "No, I will not fix your computer, nor save you from whatever plagues you in your life, or any of it." But I do.

My friend just got laid off her job of 25 years from Pfizer. Because she was so good at what she did, is a leader, had worked her way up, had streamlined processes and got herself too much pay and so, hurrah for America, canned. Not to mention she is raising her grandchildren toddlers now because her kid makes babies but is not man enough to care for them. Children having children. I'd like to cut some of their nuts or put a permanent condom on them, or worse than that.

Anyway, friend is trying like hell to get another job before financial crisis hits that looms quickly. Computer is only a year old and "geek squad" tells her she needs to spend $200 for this's and that's to fix it. Get real. She could nearly buy a new laptop for that. So I went and fixed it and installed free viralware and got her Office and Word open shareware and so on.

"How'd you do that?" Common question and it takes too long to show and explain. I used to be a teacher. I no longer have as much patience as I used to. It wasn't real high in the first place. I don't particularly like fixing computers but it gives me satisfaction to thwart the geeks who steal from unknowing innocents and also keeps me from going ballistic and opening fire in some corporate fkn store....

End rant...

Some days you just gotta laugh...

Really though, that should be everyday, but it doesn't always feel that way or happen so easily. Today I went and got paint for my kitchen cabinets. It's wicked cold and so, one does indoor projects. Seemed a fine idea. Old oak cabinets..add some color to the center panel..cheap makeover. Get home and start painting and it's bright mint green, like chocolate chip mint ice cream, instead of kelly green which would match the stained glass window. So, I just think, maybe when it dries? Nope. It's still mint. I can't help but laugh. I cannot even go down there without cringing. It could make me frustrated or mad. It just makes me laugh.

Then my pup ate another pair of my cowgirl boots. Yet another. She knows better. They were old but not a good thing. I cannot afford new boots which is why I have old boots. But they are just boots. Of course she found out quickly, again, that this is a very bad thing to do.

But I wasn't upset. Just a part of my day.

Some days I can roll with whatever comes.
Others it isn't so easy.
Not sure what defines that or makes it so.
But glad I could laugh today and will take that for what it is.

It's simple. No reason to get your shorts in a knot over everyday "stuff". I mean, really.