I hope you are loved this much...

This morning my dear husband had a profound memory. The kind that comes from within the depths of childhood recollections so deep that when experienced- it caught him by surprise and brought a catch to his breath.

His mother was deeply, deeply loved. She was brought up by her mother and surrounded by a bevy of doting paternal aunts while her father was away during the War. Byron knew most of these aunts and was cherished by these same women. The memory is of one of the aunts, Choxie- and the revelation to Byron of true and unconditional love through a mostly benign incident.

One day while he was out mowing in her yard, he got some debris in his eye. During the course of cleaning his eye- Aunt Choxie was peering into his eyes and commented to him that "your eyes are the same as your mama's." But, what Byron saw was deeper and into her very soul- and he knew then and there how much she loved his mother.

What prompted all this was a casual conversation of a movie we saw recently that had a character that was remarkably like Aunt Choxie in her mannerisms. And, though this woman was a little rough around the edges- she had a heart and love more valuable than gold.

I hope that you are loved (and that you love) to this degree. So much so that when someone remembers you years later- they remember the depth of that emotion.

Fly me to the moon.....

What a bunch of air-heads!!

or...

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or....

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A homestead on the moon!?? Well, sure-- why not! Sign me up, Scotty! I want a piece of the action... a little sliver of green cheese on my face... since I'm married and I share everything with dear ole' hubby- then, I guess he'll be my man in the moon! Whatya bet Jackie Gleason bought some and sent Alice to the moon?? And, I'm sure Frank Sinatra invested-- especially since he was always getting flown up there! I'll have good neighbors anyway!

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Had enough??

Mimi used to say... "We just sit here and watch all the violence on the 24 hour news channel and when we've had enough we change over to the Animal Channel and watch little critters eat one another."

Boy. Ain't that the truth. An online friend wrote recently of their two pet hamsters (a father and son no less) that were brought home and the son preceeded to mature and canibalize his father. Well. It happens. Call it too much testostrone. Or- survival of the fittest. If you've got more than one male in the environment (contrived or natural)- then, there's gonna be a fuss. That's just the way of it.

Consider this. Even TURTLES are territorial.

With that having been said- it's been a "relatively" smooth last couple of weeks with both of the males in my household being "home" at the same time. PTL. No mountain goats displaying major head-butting sessions; no King o' the Mountain bravado and posturing and no major theatrics.

Just lots of smoking and hot air. And- I mean that LITERALLY not figuratively! The double-barrelled Big Baby (and his master) have smoked at least four briskets, as many racks of ribs, too many chickens to count and one fabulous pork loin. Yum. It's also been the hottest this week- I wouldn't care to have to sit and mind the fire; but, some peeps don't seem to mind it! And, we've eaten well around here. I was even persuaded to make some of Aunt Ruth's famous bbq sauce; I stayed in the a/c with a fan on me, mind you! My personal opinion is that the Man should buy the local Bar-B-Q joint and cook to his heart's content; and/or set up a metal fabrication shop and build the smokers to sell. But- that's just my "dreaming" as it's called around here.

I can only hope that what we've experienced is not like the middle-Eastern peace (traumatic, unsteady and most assuredly gonna fail) as it looks as if the Son will be living here awhile longer yet.

So... it's my turn for some time off. I've scheduled two crop weekends in September and November and a Keyton girls' weekend event with the sisters and the new lil' sil2b in Dallas. Oh, boy! Serious girl time!

C'est la vie!

ahhh...David

I thought this photo was appropriate for today. It is so very VERY hot. A person could wilt just sitting next to the windows.

Stay cool.

It's Not Easy Being Green....

It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord'nary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.

From "The Sesame Street Book and Record". 'Green' is (c)1970 Jonico Music, Inc.

I love these lyrics... they seem to apply to someone special I know. *wink* here's looking at you!