rambling on a friday night

It is hot, and I can't wait until the sun goes down. It sets out on its descent and shines in my living room windows, making it hotter still. The humidity has my skin moist and sticky. Oh, Summer, why do you always have to come before your time? How pleasant it would have been to have another month of Spring. But nooo....Summer has to come barging in the way it always does. Insistent.


Another hour and a half till the sunsets. I hope it at least graces me with a photo-worthy shot.

Just spent that hour and a half writing on my novel, and then getting a phone call from an old boyfriend who just can't seem to get it in his head that I really don't want to see him, no matter how platonic it would be. Am I a mean person? Am I meant to have lifetime friendships with those I've phased out of my life? We were together sixteen years ago, and for a couple of years after that, and he's been callling me ever since. I've seen him a couple of times between now and then, but not in years, now. Talk about persistent. Geesh!

The sun went down with a whimper, not a bang. It was overcast with barely any color, just lots of grey sky. Not worth a click. The fog is not so interesting from this perspective, just lingering in the distance. Down by the water if might have more effect, but of course I'm not about to take the walk and see. I wish I could photograph the sound of the fog horns.

Well, the sun has long since gone down, but the overbearing humidity remains. Welcome to summer in new york city. You can have it!

hot weather a-comin'

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(I got another "approver's choice" at The Weather Underground on this pic)

friday ramble

The weather has been damp and rainy for days. Getting tired of it now. I guess I don't enjoy the rain as much as I used to, now that it creeps into my bones, and makes me achy. Ah, age... such a joy. NOT.


The other day I babysat for Logan, along with my sister. He is such a little wonder to watch. When he says "hi Barbara" my heart just melts. I love watching him run to the trees when we're outside, and patting the tree. He likes when I pat it, too. Someday we've got to teach him to hug the tree. His spirit is so bright and in touch.

I sit here with nothing much to do or say, so I figured I'd say it in the blog. Awfully boring for you, I suppose! But of course you could just click the X is the upper right hand corner.

I just read two good books.... one was Water For Elephants, and the other was The Art of Racing in the Rain, which is told by a dog, and so so good. I recommend them both.

I'm working on my own book today, which isn't ending so soon, apparently. It's 400 pages on a Word document, so I imagine that's only about 200 real book pages, I don't know. I keep thinking I know where it's going, but these characters have a mind of their own, so you never know. Can't wait to finish it so I can read it beginning to end and start a second draft. This could take years, but at least I could say I did it.

I haven't continued my second novel, because it's just too crazy to be writing two at the same time. I just have the beginning part, which I blogged here. Maybe I will continue writing it in November, for the Nanowrimo (National November Writing Month). By then, maybe I'll know what it's about, hahaha.

Well, I'm just rambling, so I'll end here. Hope you are all having a fine day.

Blogger being a bitch

Just a note to say that if you don't see your comments (or at least 4 from the previous post), it's because Blogger is screwing up.  I appreciate your comments, and publish all of them, of course.  I hate to lose any.  I hope that Blogger can restore them.  Reminds me of the transient nature of the blog itself.  No doubt it could be gone tomorrow, and wouldn't that be a bummer?  Hopefully, they won't let that happen.

my 300th post

Another sunset, of course.

Logan at 17 months

Logan is 17 months old, as of tomorrow.  The time is just zipping by.  I saw him today when I went to my mom's for a Mother's Day dinner, made by my sister.  During the car ride there, Logan said my name, and pointed at me when asked, "Who's Barbara?"  He said my name over and over.  I was thrilled to death.

Didn't take any great pics today.  Sometimes it's hard to catch that special moment.  But anyway, he makes any pic the cutest.  So here is a photo-update of my great-nephew.
He has taken to petting trees, and saying "hi tree"... as he's been taught to be a tree lover by my sister, who we call "Tree."

enjoying baked ziti

Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there

And, Happy Mother's Day, to my mom.  You are a beautiful, vibrant woman, and I admire you greatly.  My love for you is as big as the sky.

sky makes good

I took this photograph on the evening of my birthday (May 6th). It was chosen as an "approver's choice" at  Weather Underground, where I post my sky pics sometimes. Kind've like a little birthday present for me. I already posted this pic the other day, but here's another look.



 

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beautiful clouds at sunset

sunset behind the big tree

monday morning??

??? Monday?  Hello, Barbara, it's Wednesday!!

The rain beats down on this chilly morning, and climbs right inside my bones, taking residence in my knees, and various other joints. I'd say these are the joys of getting old, but to tell you the truth, when it comes to knee pain, I remember having that since I was a kid. Growing pains they called them. Maybe now I am having more symbolic growing pains. That is the holistic healer in me, turning something in a way that gives some insight into dis-ease. So, what are my growing pains about? Ah, that is a question for quiet contemplation, and not so easily put down on paper, as it were.


I am tempted to open the window and take a picture of the rain. But not only is that very hard to do, the rain is slanting this way, and besides not wanting to get the camera wet, I don't want to get wet either. It's chilly enough!

I pretty much didn't sleep last night. Did some late night blogging, and then read some of the novel I am reading, "Water For Elephants".

I look at my little poem in the previous post, and think how insomnia clears the mind for such sentiments to come through. Well some might say it fogs the mind. Memories linger on it, though, like rain on clouds, It holds a certain truth. Sweet, but sometimes that can make you gag. Hahaha.

I bet a lot of petals are falling from the cherry blossom trees today. That would be pretty to shoot, but just as pretty in the mind's eye, which it will have to be today, because I'm not going anywhere.

As mundane as it may be, here is a picture of what is behind me. A little bit of "where I am."

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Hope you have a good day, rain or shine.

it's May, it's May!

"It's May, it's May, the Lusty month of May!"  I remember that song as it was sung in the movie, Camelot (1967, with Richard Harris and Vanessa Redgrave), but couldn't find that version online.  Found some others, but they all left something to be desired.

I'm a little late in welcoming May... the last month of (hopefully) nice weather, before the horror of summer hits.  Not a fan.

I have insomnia tonight, and I wrote this tiny "love" poem, just for May. 

rakastan sinua
my love for you does not wane
but neither does it wax
it remains resplendent in fullness
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"...because that's the kinda hairpin I am!" (James Cagney in Strawberry Blonde)