The wandering being my mind and the thoughts going through it.
The Sun is finally making it's way through the clouds here.
I hope the temperature will rise some too, its been a dreary
few days again...no sun makes me tired and sad.
Truly it becomes a "job" to get through winter these days.
As I look outside, the snow is melting as the sun shines
brightly on the new snow.
This is the pretty time. The time when the storm is over...and the
winds did not blow...so it can look like, and does...A Christmas card.
Not that I think about Christmas this time of year, not as a rule.
I did accidentally play some Christmas music this morning.
My son in law copied off 2 cds for me...and interposed upon this cd
are several Christmas songs. For some reason, I do not want to think
of Christmas in February....so I skipped to the next tunes. I
often work to music. It calms me, and is better than TV nowdays.
I have been looking online for furniture....we have begun a
tedious redo of our bedroom. The room my husband added on to our
tiny house back when our oldest daughter, now 30 was about 2.
Several things had happened over the past 28 years that had to be
corrected at last.
Like the floor settling. Like the foundation shifting.
Like the damage the roof leak he fixed last year had done.
I knew it would be a huge undertaking, and quite honestly never
thought it would be fixed. I thought I would be walking on
a warped floor till forever, or untill I moved away
from this home.
About 6 months ago he began to talk about fixing it. I just
poo pooed it, and forgot about it. Then when I figured our
income taxes, and saw we would be getting a good refund this
year, he moved forward and started the repairs.
I think I am still in shock!
He then laid out the plan, and began to tackle it, with me
watching from the wings and helping when I could.
We are about half done now. He has to do some more work in
the closet, finish the sub floor, then we will paint. I like
to paint, but not ceilings...I hope he will invest in one
of those neat long handled paint rollers I have seen. The
glitter will be gone, but to be honest, I never was that
crazy about glitter on my bedroom ceiling when they did it.
Aaaah trends! After the paint comes the carpet which is
waiting behind this chair.
Such a mess this house is, but I am wading through the
clutter and getting ready to deliver several loads to the
local Charity.
Anyway, time for me to wander back in to help hubby some more,
Hope this finds you all well and enjoying each day as the special
day it is! Remember, we never know how many days we will get,
ENJOY!
Katie
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Back in My Day
Do you remember hearing that?
My Grandpa could tell the best stories. He would mesmerize
us grandkids when he would start in.
He would tell tales so vivid, you were there.
I know he recorded some of them on cassette tape,
but I have not heard them since I was about 20.
I hope they did not fade away. Dad still has them,
I asked him recently.
Grandpa would squat like an Indian crouching
looking at tracks in the dirt. He would sit there
like that for what seemed like hours telling tales.
We never got bored or wanted to leave. I am sure
now as I remember this, that it was only a few minutes,
but when you are a little kid, it enthralls you so
and you become the person in the story. It was better
than TV. He used our imaginations as much as we did
because of that.
I hope as I write these ponderings, that more of the
actual stories themselves will come back to me. They
say that happens...I hope so.
I will have to ask Dad if I can listen to those
tapes again next time I visit with him. I know he
will let me, as I have already inherited some of the
tapes in his collection.
We used to go to my grandparents about once a week.
Mom was taking adult ed. classes and I suppose Dad
was at work. He usually worked a couple of jobs in
those days just to get enough to pay all the bills.
Grandpa would take us fishing. We would watch the
brook babble...they really do, you know....and listen
to the birds singing overhead, content to be alive.
He made us bait our own hooks and take the fish off the
line, said we needed to learn how to fend for ourselves.
I still remember that little dirt piddle they left when
you took them out of the container. Grandpa would
chuckle when he saw me being squimish about the worms.
I loved that about him...he paid attention to me.
On Sunday mornings, he would make the homemade syrup
while Grandma flipped the pancakes. It was always
a treat to stay there. They had indoor plumbing.
That bathroom was a fantastic treat for me. Our
house still had the Outhouse.
Whenever we would complain or turn up our noses
at anything at all, Grandpa or Grandma would
speak up and say...you should have seen things
"Back in MY Day".
Hugs till next time
Katie
My Grandpa could tell the best stories. He would mesmerize
us grandkids when he would start in.
He would tell tales so vivid, you were there.
I know he recorded some of them on cassette tape,
but I have not heard them since I was about 20.
I hope they did not fade away. Dad still has them,
I asked him recently.
Grandpa would squat like an Indian crouching
looking at tracks in the dirt. He would sit there
like that for what seemed like hours telling tales.
We never got bored or wanted to leave. I am sure
now as I remember this, that it was only a few minutes,
but when you are a little kid, it enthralls you so
and you become the person in the story. It was better
than TV. He used our imaginations as much as we did
because of that.
I hope as I write these ponderings, that more of the
actual stories themselves will come back to me. They
say that happens...I hope so.
I will have to ask Dad if I can listen to those
tapes again next time I visit with him. I know he
will let me, as I have already inherited some of the
tapes in his collection.
We used to go to my grandparents about once a week.
Mom was taking adult ed. classes and I suppose Dad
was at work. He usually worked a couple of jobs in
those days just to get enough to pay all the bills.
Grandpa would take us fishing. We would watch the
brook babble...they really do, you know....and listen
to the birds singing overhead, content to be alive.
He made us bait our own hooks and take the fish off the
line, said we needed to learn how to fend for ourselves.
I still remember that little dirt piddle they left when
you took them out of the container. Grandpa would
chuckle when he saw me being squimish about the worms.
I loved that about him...he paid attention to me.
On Sunday mornings, he would make the homemade syrup
while Grandma flipped the pancakes. It was always
a treat to stay there. They had indoor plumbing.
That bathroom was a fantastic treat for me. Our
house still had the Outhouse.
Whenever we would complain or turn up our noses
at anything at all, Grandpa or Grandma would
speak up and say...you should have seen things
"Back in MY Day".
Hugs till next time
Katie
Friday, January 21, 2005
Music
I sit here listening to my Don Juan DeMarco cd and go many places
in my mind.
Many times, and often I think about that, how lucky I am to be
able to hear such beauty.
This leads my mind to thinking and my passions begin to flow.
I can dance the tango from my chair.
There are many beautiful dresses I can envision with my listening.
I see the Black Stallion running across the western plains,
still free and spirited.
This vision lets me become the Beauty I always wanted to be...
Will I be blond or Brunette today? Let me conjur up my dreams today.
Thinking of these things lets me travel in the same way reading books does.
No longer am I chained to one place, here in this small town in Iowa.
I travel...I move forward, Yes! I can even soar above the ground as
I see the horses run and myself riding bareback on the leader
of the herd.
That used to be me when I was little. I would pretend so vividly,
I could actually almost really travel to that place, wherever it existed.
I climbed mountains. I flew across the air like a bird soaring,
landing rarely. Taking in the beauty of lands I had never travelled
to, yet still saw in my mind's eye. I am working to get back there...
to that wild imagination.
The mind! Another wonderful thing....what it can do when we let it go!!!
There are truly no limits when you think about it....look at the
amazing wonderful positive things that can come from ones deep
dark, vague,untested mind. Books say we use only a tiny
percent of the Brain Matter we are given at Birth.
Memories of youth. Information about things we wonder about.
Replaying a movie we have watched, or a place we have travelled.
People used to use those memories more. They used to tell Stories,
hand them down from one generation to the next. They used to visit
each other in their homes and create memories. Now some of us
rarely take pictures and throw them into a box or someday put
them into a book.
Playing. Children excell at it when allowed. Adults choose artistic
careers to play. All People should do that more....it really is
a good thing for our well being. Let the imagination out of that
box you keep it in...I promise I will.
Escape. Soar, Roar... SING!
Next!
Hugs from Katie
in my mind.
Many times, and often I think about that, how lucky I am to be
able to hear such beauty.
This leads my mind to thinking and my passions begin to flow.
I can dance the tango from my chair.
There are many beautiful dresses I can envision with my listening.
I see the Black Stallion running across the western plains,
still free and spirited.
This vision lets me become the Beauty I always wanted to be...
Will I be blond or Brunette today? Let me conjur up my dreams today.
Thinking of these things lets me travel in the same way reading books does.
No longer am I chained to one place, here in this small town in Iowa.
I travel...I move forward, Yes! I can even soar above the ground as
I see the horses run and myself riding bareback on the leader
of the herd.
That used to be me when I was little. I would pretend so vividly,
I could actually almost really travel to that place, wherever it existed.
I climbed mountains. I flew across the air like a bird soaring,
landing rarely. Taking in the beauty of lands I had never travelled
to, yet still saw in my mind's eye. I am working to get back there...
to that wild imagination.
The mind! Another wonderful thing....what it can do when we let it go!!!
There are truly no limits when you think about it....look at the
amazing wonderful positive things that can come from ones deep
dark, vague,untested mind. Books say we use only a tiny
percent of the Brain Matter we are given at Birth.
Memories of youth. Information about things we wonder about.
Replaying a movie we have watched, or a place we have travelled.
People used to use those memories more. They used to tell Stories,
hand them down from one generation to the next. They used to visit
each other in their homes and create memories. Now some of us
rarely take pictures and throw them into a box or someday put
them into a book.
Playing. Children excell at it when allowed. Adults choose artistic
careers to play. All People should do that more....it really is
a good thing for our well being. Let the imagination out of that
box you keep it in...I promise I will.
Escape. Soar, Roar... SING!
Next!
Hugs from Katie
Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?
Blogger Help : What is BlogThis! ?
I stumbled upon blogging one day when visiting another website about writing.
This has been a wonderful experience so far in that it is helping
me become creative again...something I resolved to do this year.
I realize it matters not what I write, only that I do write, every day....put something down...thoughts, memories...jokes, poems...something to keep my mind alert and working.
Just thought you would want to know....
I stumbled upon blogging one day when visiting another website about writing.
This has been a wonderful experience so far in that it is helping
me become creative again...something I resolved to do this year.
I realize it matters not what I write, only that I do write, every day....put something down...thoughts, memories...jokes, poems...something to keep my mind alert and working.
Just thought you would want to know....
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Remembering When
Remember Sen Sen?
I remember a teacher I had in Seventh grade that chewed it.
He was my English teacher...but that is all I remember of
his teaching, how that stuff made his breath smell.
Remember times before TV? Going to the Friends and Neighbors
on Friday or Saturday nights because we could not afford one yet.
How about the old General Store. My Grandpa owned one.
He and my Grandma did it all until 1968 when they
"sold a town". It was a very small stop by the way place.
Most small town general stores are gone now. Some buildings
still set there, doing nothing,
gathering weeds, dust and probably moths inside.
I remember this little step stool they had in the store
that I loved to sit on/in. The top folded back so it had a back rest.
I remember the Candy Case. It was a very old one, about the size
of a small trunk, all glass with a wooden frame. The back side
folded out to get to the candy. Grandpa had a Treasure trove in
there of every kind of penny candy you could imagine.
Remember when Families sat around the Radio? Or listening to
Mom or Grandma read stories from a real book?
Remember Canasta and Pinochle?
My family got together for card club.
The Ladies dressed up in high heels and lace.
They wore those pop bead neclaces and some even
wore real, not fake, pearls.
There was candy and peanuts and sometimes even Caramel Popcorn.
Dessert later with coffee. Real Conversations.
Remember the Victrola? I remember looking over those 78 speed
records trying to decide which ones to listen to first.
Mom later inherited those records, but didn't seem to enjoy them
after my Grandparents were gone. Guess that happens. Now after
losing Mom last Spring, I understand.
My two Brothers and I and my Dad part of the time, took the time
to go through all the collections of a Lifetime my folks had
accumulated from over 20 years of living beside a small lake.
They decided to move into town after a sick spell my Dad went
through made them realize it was a long way for the Ambulance
to come. It was only to be a move for the winter in my Dad's
thinking, but all of us Kids knew it would probably be
permanent. It was the best choice in the end...but difficult.
Remember when times were simple? You could Rely on them.
They stayed the same. People and things...you knew what to
expect from them. Now I respect Routine. It is more than
just doing the same things every day. It is calm. It is safety,
it is knowing what Normal is. It is Life. It is great.
Next!
Hugs from Katie
I remember a teacher I had in Seventh grade that chewed it.
He was my English teacher...but that is all I remember of
his teaching, how that stuff made his breath smell.
Remember times before TV? Going to the Friends and Neighbors
on Friday or Saturday nights because we could not afford one yet.
How about the old General Store. My Grandpa owned one.
He and my Grandma did it all until 1968 when they
"sold a town". It was a very small stop by the way place.
Most small town general stores are gone now. Some buildings
still set there, doing nothing,
gathering weeds, dust and probably moths inside.
I remember this little step stool they had in the store
that I loved to sit on/in. The top folded back so it had a back rest.
I remember the Candy Case. It was a very old one, about the size
of a small trunk, all glass with a wooden frame. The back side
folded out to get to the candy. Grandpa had a Treasure trove in
there of every kind of penny candy you could imagine.
Remember when Families sat around the Radio? Or listening to
Mom or Grandma read stories from a real book?
Remember Canasta and Pinochle?
My family got together for card club.
The Ladies dressed up in high heels and lace.
They wore those pop bead neclaces and some even
wore real, not fake, pearls.
There was candy and peanuts and sometimes even Caramel Popcorn.
Dessert later with coffee. Real Conversations.
Remember the Victrola? I remember looking over those 78 speed
records trying to decide which ones to listen to first.
Mom later inherited those records, but didn't seem to enjoy them
after my Grandparents were gone. Guess that happens. Now after
losing Mom last Spring, I understand.
My two Brothers and I and my Dad part of the time, took the time
to go through all the collections of a Lifetime my folks had
accumulated from over 20 years of living beside a small lake.
They decided to move into town after a sick spell my Dad went
through made them realize it was a long way for the Ambulance
to come. It was only to be a move for the winter in my Dad's
thinking, but all of us Kids knew it would probably be
permanent. It was the best choice in the end...but difficult.
Remember when times were simple? You could Rely on them.
They stayed the same. People and things...you knew what to
expect from them. Now I respect Routine. It is more than
just doing the same things every day. It is calm. It is safety,
it is knowing what Normal is. It is Life. It is great.
Next!
Hugs from Katie
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Today
Yes, I am finding my way around these pages at last.
You know that rule about reading the Instructions if
all else fails?
It WORKS!!!
I will not have much time to write now, so may have
more than one post today.
The weather could have easily been my topic for today.
Iowa in winter....now there is a subject!
I am very fortunate at this time in that I am not working
outside the home....thus I can remain at home when weather
threatens.
It is a luxury I truly appreciate and am thankful for.
I have always wondered if I have what it takes to write for
an income...this practice may send me well on my way
toward the answer to that wondering.
Writing isnt the question.
Writing so that people will want to read it is.
Writing to write, for the process is the goal I have for now.
Letting people share my thoughts, for I do have them, is fun
Wandering from thought to thought is also fun.....
No goal in mind, just ramblings of a busy mind.
I will always feel blessed in what a little elderly lady told
me one day when I was joking about my talking to myself.
She told me that it was just the sign of a busy mind....
She was right and I have used that excuse many times since.
Keeping the mind busy is very important...do not let yours
become dulled by the constant ramblings of the television.
Read a book! Write a Novel. Get outside and refresh your body.
Nothing ever said is truer than "Use it or Lose it".
I have an appointment this afternoon to get "Beautified".
I will ramble again soon....thanks for your support
*wink*
Katie
You know that rule about reading the Instructions if
all else fails?
It WORKS!!!
I will not have much time to write now, so may have
more than one post today.
The weather could have easily been my topic for today.
Iowa in winter....now there is a subject!
I am very fortunate at this time in that I am not working
outside the home....thus I can remain at home when weather
threatens.
It is a luxury I truly appreciate and am thankful for.
I have always wondered if I have what it takes to write for
an income...this practice may send me well on my way
toward the answer to that wondering.
Writing isnt the question.
Writing so that people will want to read it is.
Writing to write, for the process is the goal I have for now.
Letting people share my thoughts, for I do have them, is fun
Wandering from thought to thought is also fun.....
No goal in mind, just ramblings of a busy mind.
I will always feel blessed in what a little elderly lady told
me one day when I was joking about my talking to myself.
She told me that it was just the sign of a busy mind....
She was right and I have used that excuse many times since.
Keeping the mind busy is very important...do not let yours
become dulled by the constant ramblings of the television.
Read a book! Write a Novel. Get outside and refresh your body.
Nothing ever said is truer than "Use it or Lose it".
I have an appointment this afternoon to get "Beautified".
I will ramble again soon....thanks for your support
*wink*
Katie
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