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Words come and go.  These words and

phrases, as far as I can tell, have gone.  

A blast from the past.  By all means, help add to them!


Calling Long Distance

Extension Phone

That’s Cool

Floppy Disk


Gee Willakers

Golly Gee

Holy Mackerel

The Fuzz


Dirty Rats


Broken Record

Holy Moly

Jiminy Cricket

Oh me oh my


The Bomb

High Time



New digs

Dig it

Cool Baby

Phone Booth



Rat Stabber


Granny Dresses

Hair in a Flip

French Twist


Teased (hair!)

That’s Bologna


Getting on in Years

Pocket Comb

Hook ups

Setting gel

Bobby Socks

Peddle Pushers

Poodle Skirts

Pony Tail

Getting High

Yoo Hoo

I’m just Sayin……

” Words mean more than what is set down on paper.  It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.”   Maya Angelou





There is something interesting being in a home that is empty.  It may be ‘yours’ but the scents and aura left behind are surely the past owners.

Try as you might to envision new lives here the dogs that have vacated with their owners have left behind not an overpowering dog smell. It lingers.  Thoughts go to our dogs we loved.

A house takes on the personality of its inhabitants and this one is no different.  Try as the sellers did with plug-in air fresheners in every room, they are still here.

From past experience I know that this house will become ours over the next weeks and certainly months.

The two dogs will leave us and every dog hair, certain to be hiding, will be swept away.

Furniture will be moved in.  We will sleep here, shower here, cook here, live here and our house will slowly become our home.

It will become familiar.  No longer a stranger with every picture hung on the wall.  A friend it will become with each celebration with family and with friends and new acquaintances welcomed.

I suspect this is why a house-warming party was so popular not so long ago.  Is a party such as this out of vogue now or is it because most people when they move don’t have friends in their new town.  Not so in our case.  We are moving a short 2.2 miles from our downsizing abode.

The emptiness of a home moved out of complete with many happy memories even though short-lived and a new home coming around the bend.  Boxes packed, cupboards empty.  Walls touched up with new paint, refrigerator no longer filled with our ‘must haves’.  Bathroom sparkles and floors shine ready to welcome someone new.

Anxiety, excitement, anticipation for memories to be made.

Once again we are setting out on a new adventure.  Tiring it is.  The energy I once had is a bit depleted…just a bit or maybe more than a bit.

We say goodbye to the old and hello to the new!  I just have to be patient until our new and empty house is indeed our new home.

This house will say, “Welcome Home” and my patience will be rewarded.



Image result for American flag over a lakeBelieve me when I say I was never into bird watching and critter watching during most of my life.

I suppose it’s the order of things now that my priorities have changed.  I have to say life has NOT slowed down in the least as you might expect for a retiree!  But I do find that I enjoy the peacefulness of watching and hearing the world come alive in the early morning hours.   This is especially true at the lake.

Everyone is asleep and with my first and second cup of java I watch and listen. Looking over the lake I feel gratitude and peacefulness which I sometimes find hard to grasp.

The sun is not yet peaking through the trees.  Birds chirp softly at first but get louder as more chime in.  Soon they will appear at the bird feeder grabbing what they can.  Baby rabbits emerge from the bushes and jump from here to there. Dogs awake and bark for their walk while fish jump and ripples are seen over the lake. A fisherman arrives at the dock to get a jump on all others doing the same. Quietly he slips his boat onto the lake. Squirrels twitter about as if they just can’t decide what to do or what direction to run.

A car drives by breaking the calm. But as the car meanders down the road, the peace returns.

A boat zips by on the lake going quite fast. I hear voices across the lake where campers emerge from their tents and start an early morning fire.

Another car goes by and my family awakens searching for coffee cups.

The morning begins and the peacefulness subsides as it should.  Decisions must be made as to what to do today and breakfast is obligatory and highly anticipated.

Life is good on this Memorial Day! Flags flying as a tribute to those men and women who have given their lives for this Country.

A day to spend with family and a day to remember.

Hope your Memorial Day was happy everyone!




Always have loved sleeping and waking up to the sound of rain.

Even as a child I remember the sweetness of a soft rain watering the grass and the flowers in the garden.  In summer months the rain cools off the world if only for a short time.

I suppose most children of yesterday and tomorrow don’t particularly like a rainy day.  Outside activity slows down to a halt.  My fond memories pop up though about galoshes, marching in puddles spraying the water everywhere, opening of mouths to catch rain drops while my face is refreshingly cleansed, running back inside when the rain drops become stinging with an energy that is unnerving.  All the time laughing.

But the summer is upon us in Georgia.  The thermometer shows these humid hot days as itching higher and closer to the 100 degree mark.  It’s only May but that’s life in Georgia.

Gone are the nights that the air allows us to sit outside and cool off from the oven of the day.

And so I welcome rain as if it is a saving grace.  A storm rolling in…even better.  Rain, wind and the windows being cleaned for at least a day.

Today, this particular Sunday, the rain is falling softly and sometimes in torrents.  The sun really wants ‘in’ but the storm clouds are fighting against it.  Rain is winning for at least a few more hours.  Alone with memories and private thoughts.

It’s great to be retired and have no guilt on this or any other rainy day!  Still in my pajamas, drinking coffee and watching a bit of television seems to be on the agenda.  Perhaps I will try, once again, to ‘get into’ that book sitting on the bedside table.

Thank you rain!  You gotta love it.


“GEORGIA RAIN” written by Ed Hill and Karyn Rochelle.  Trisha Yearwood.

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th.jpegMy brother-in-law just called (actually my brother…no in law about it) to wish me a happy Mother’s Day.  We joked around as we normally do.  My husband was busy cooking me breakfast. Yummy smells coming from the kitchen.

Today is for all Mothers in all forms, all colors, all everything.  A day to remember Mothers who have passed and are no longer here to hug and give us guidance.  Missed beyond words.  Mothers in name only, Mothers who are yet to be and Mothers in the thick of it.  Young and Old.

So, as we thank our Mothers one and all.  We don’t have to think long about all ‘we’ have done to deserve this special day.  Humbly I say.

As my brother reminded me…in my case, pushed a lot and without meds, and in return I have a nice homemade yummy breakfast once a year!  Pushing…..pushing,  b r e a t h i n g in and out, more pushing until insides come out along with a beautiful baby!  TMI?? Yes, perhaps.

Hmmmmmm……gut wrenching pushing = a breakfast.  Interesting to think about.  Thanks Bro for putting this in my mind.  Can’t shake it.  Unsure if the scales are balanced.

So, it all comes down to this special day all our own once a year.  A lifetime of love, pain, love, guidance, hospital runs, love, worry, tears, heartbreak, love and the best breakfast one can only dream of!

Bon Appetit!

Happy Mother’s Day everyone!  Enjoy!!  I, personally, wouldn’t trade any of it… for anything.  Except, perhaps, for the best dinner in the world!

Love and Miss You Mom,



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