The other morning I was up early brushing my teeth when I heard a weird noise that sounded ominous. I tensed and paused to listen, and then I realized............
It was my stomach growling. Growling is right, I honestly thought for a moment some animal was hiding in the bathroom about to attack.
That is the cold hard truth.
T.W.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
There Might be Something Wrong Here?
My sister and I joined a friend for dinner in a swank casual dining restaurant. The only seating was in the bar area. We ordered water to drink. And then we prayed over our food. Does anybody else see the humor in this?
Cheers and glasses of [root]beer!
T.W.
Cheers and glasses of [root]beer!
T.W.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Farewell, Blue Castle
Your foundation heaved, your wood buckled and bowed,
The property listed, we waited for lookers
But winter turned to spring without any tookers. (sorry, really sorry)
I'm going to stop right now. It's just better that way. I'm glad you agree.
Long poem short, we sold our mountain property! Actually, I'm not sure about that exclamation mark, even though it is a blessing, I have mixed emotions about it, but I am very grateful that God brough along a buyer. New beginnings my friends, new beginnings.
I don't know if I've mentioned that we had already bought another place in town that we are completely remodeling. I use "we" loosely. I'm afraid I've been pretty much gone since we bought it.
I'm back in my home state, but I'm house sitting so I'm still not home. Which is okay since they don't have plumbing or running water. Does anyone see a pattern here?
The Blue Castle had so many hopes and dreams, so much potential, and it was a good chapter in our lives - despite the harshness of the living conditions we faced within her four walls. I never expected to again, so many years later, become a "city girl". Would I have chosen to do so? Very unlikely, for I did so love being in the country.
There are many emotions surrounding the Blue Castle, and I have asked, "was it a mistake?" But I don't think so, I think it was part of a process. I should like to write more about this someday, but no promises.
For now, goodbye country living. Goodbye little Blue Castle, goodbye forever.
Am I making anybody cry? Just curious.
Do I need more sleep? I think it very likely.
T.W.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
It's the Words You Use
My grandmother and I were watching one of the those mystery shows when a commercial started. My grandmother gets very annoyed with those things and used this descriptive phrase to order me to hit mute: “kill them!” (Just as there were two guys on the screen too, poor fellows.)
I pressed mute and then turned and looked at her, saying cooly “Are you ordering a hit?”
See, I know the lingo.
Ha, ha, she thought it was funny. But what put her into near hysterics is when I declared that I wanted some caramel at ten something at night. I’m glad it tickled her funny bone, but I have no idea why it was so hilarious. I really wasn’t suggesting that we get in the car and go get some. Shakes head.
My sweet tooth is not a laughing matter.
I pressed mute and then turned and looked at her, saying cooly “Are you ordering a hit?”
See, I know the lingo.
Ha, ha, she thought it was funny. But what put her into near hysterics is when I declared that I wanted some caramel at ten something at night. I’m glad it tickled her funny bone, but I have no idea why it was so hilarious. I really wasn’t suggesting that we get in the car and go get some. Shakes head.
My sweet tooth is not a laughing matter.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Halloooooo
Hello my dear friends, this is your long lost author checking in from far, far away. Far, far away is relatively speaking. Speaking of relatives, sometimes they are far, far away, and we’re not talking land miles...
Changing subjects…
I hit a case of writers block while editing so I went to a nearby library and checked out some investigation books to give me some food for thought. One of them was No Stone Unturned by Steve Jackson. I found it a most fascinating read and I’d love to find a couple copies; one for my personal library, and a copy to give to one of my brothers. Writers block solved!
To catch you up on my sudden and long silence, I’ve been essentially gone from home since the middle of March. I returned to my home area for three very busy weeks, and then flew back out to stay with my grandmother again. I returned a week earlier than expected because she fell and broke her arm. I tell you, I just can’t leave that girl alone. ;) It certainly changed the dynamic of my stay here, for better or worse, I’m not sure.
My family bought a house in town right after I left the first time, and they have been gutting it and fixing it up. I saw it before the deal closed, and it was horrible. Really horrible. They are having to take out floors, replace parts of walls, put in new windows, and even add more structural support underneath. If you’ve ever seen the T.V. show “Horders”, this house was in that category. It simply boggles my mind how anyone could live in such filth. The good news is that when the major job is done, I think it is going to be a perfect doll house. As crazy as it seems, I saw the potential even before the work started. Not that I didn’t have doubts – this was a major undertaking!
Interestingly enough, the new place is going to be a lot smaller than the house on the mountain was supposed to be, and yet still sufficient to our needs. I’m actually thinking the smaller size is better. I’m looking forward to seeing the progress when I return home in a couple weeks. Well, I should say to the home area, because again, I don’t think I’m actually going home, but house sitting for a friend.
You know, I suddenly thought about this, and I’m a little disturbed. You know the saying, “home is where the heart is? Well, with the way I’ve been living, it’s hard to classify that I have a home, and what does that say about my heart?
Well, seriously, my heart is where my family is, whether or not we have a home. Which we do, actually, it’s just everything is in such a kerfuffle lately and everyone is going different directions that things are so hard to put in boxes.
It’s a nice evening and my grandmother has requested a walk to the corner, and then I think I should finish weed eating. I even put long pants on in anticipation of this chore since that thing can be quite unkind to your legs.
Tootle Pip,
T.W.
Changing subjects…
I hit a case of writers block while editing so I went to a nearby library and checked out some investigation books to give me some food for thought. One of them was No Stone Unturned by Steve Jackson. I found it a most fascinating read and I’d love to find a couple copies; one for my personal library, and a copy to give to one of my brothers. Writers block solved!
To catch you up on my sudden and long silence, I’ve been essentially gone from home since the middle of March. I returned to my home area for three very busy weeks, and then flew back out to stay with my grandmother again. I returned a week earlier than expected because she fell and broke her arm. I tell you, I just can’t leave that girl alone. ;) It certainly changed the dynamic of my stay here, for better or worse, I’m not sure.
My family bought a house in town right after I left the first time, and they have been gutting it and fixing it up. I saw it before the deal closed, and it was horrible. Really horrible. They are having to take out floors, replace parts of walls, put in new windows, and even add more structural support underneath. If you’ve ever seen the T.V. show “Horders”, this house was in that category. It simply boggles my mind how anyone could live in such filth. The good news is that when the major job is done, I think it is going to be a perfect doll house. As crazy as it seems, I saw the potential even before the work started. Not that I didn’t have doubts – this was a major undertaking!
Interestingly enough, the new place is going to be a lot smaller than the house on the mountain was supposed to be, and yet still sufficient to our needs. I’m actually thinking the smaller size is better. I’m looking forward to seeing the progress when I return home in a couple weeks. Well, I should say to the home area, because again, I don’t think I’m actually going home, but house sitting for a friend.
You know, I suddenly thought about this, and I’m a little disturbed. You know the saying, “home is where the heart is? Well, with the way I’ve been living, it’s hard to classify that I have a home, and what does that say about my heart?
Well, seriously, my heart is where my family is, whether or not we have a home. Which we do, actually, it’s just everything is in such a kerfuffle lately and everyone is going different directions that things are so hard to put in boxes.
It’s a nice evening and my grandmother has requested a walk to the corner, and then I think I should finish weed eating. I even put long pants on in anticipation of this chore since that thing can be quite unkind to your legs.
Tootle Pip,
T.W.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
You Think He Should Do What?
My grandmother likes to watch Who Wants to be a Millionaire and sometimes I end up watching it with her. A couple days ago, the question of the day was something along the lines of “what word for extra-large has been added to the dictionary after it was made famous by a circus elephant?” A. Enormous B. Mammoth C. Gigantic D. Jumbo (By the way, I just really butchered that, but you get the idea).
Of course, the answer was Jumbo. I knew that.
After they gave the answer my grandmother turned to me and said, “That’s something I’ve always thought your father should do.”
I tilted my head to the side and looked at her in astonishment, asking the first question my mind associated with the subject, ‘ride an elephant?’
No. Apparently she thinks he should be on the T.V. program Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
What a relief. Riding an elephant would have been coming from way out in left field. The whole T.V. thing I can wrap my mind around. I'm still really not sure why my mind jumped to the my first question. I'm still puzzling over it.
Riding an elephant does sound interesting. Maybe I should try it sometime. It's a thought.
T.W.
Of course, the answer was Jumbo. I knew that.
After they gave the answer my grandmother turned to me and said, “That’s something I’ve always thought your father should do.”
I tilted my head to the side and looked at her in astonishment, asking the first question my mind associated with the subject, ‘ride an elephant?’
No. Apparently she thinks he should be on the T.V. program Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
What a relief. Riding an elephant would have been coming from way out in left field. The whole T.V. thing I can wrap my mind around. I'm still really not sure why my mind jumped to the my first question. I'm still puzzling over it.
Riding an elephant does sound interesting. Maybe I should try it sometime. It's a thought.
T.W.
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