Memories like the shadow . . .

Do you ever have those days when you sit and think about the past? I can’t seem to get my grandpa off my mind.  But it’s everyday, not just today. I see his face every time I see something like an article about aquamarine gemstones that reminds me of him. I know that sounds weird, but it’s not. He gave Ellie, my mom, and me aquamarine stones he had gotten from a friend in Brazil. After he died, my parents gave my sister and me the stones and we had them set into white gold ring settings. It’s easy for me to get sidetracked.

It feels like forever since the last time I spoke with him. I was 15 and it was 1999. He was a wonderful person. The kind you’re so happy to know, admire and love. I could live to be 2,000 and never be the great things he was.

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A bird in the hand is worth two. . .

Balsam Mountain Eagle-The PreserveRecently, I read an article about preserving the life at Balsam Mountain Preserve, in the form of birds.  I didn’t know Bald Eagles had been on the Endangered Species list for such a long time. I realize I should know that, seeing how they had been on it for 40 years (12 of which I was happily skipping through).

 

The Eastern Screech Owl is also protected by this mountain community. I think this is wonderful because it is just such a peaceful and beautiful creature. I went online and visited the Balsam Mountain Preserve web site and they protect over 3 thousand acres and another thousand goes to Asheville and Waynesville NC real estate.

Anyways, Balsam has a program called The Birds of Prey, which is operated by the Trust, who are a group of  full-time naturalists. These naturalists educate the local schools and civic groups about the birds of prey. When these scientists have a bird that is unable to return to the wild (due to permanent injuries or disease), they take it to these locations and teach the different groups about it.

Eastern Screech OwlProtect our forests!

Ouch! My back hurts!

Last week during the family dinner, I was kneeling down and talking to my nephew. Out of the blue, my niece Loren, sneaked up behind me and jumped on my back. My back has never hurt this badly. I have a lot of knee pain from when I was younger, but I’ve never had this type of pain. There’s a monkey on my back! (Like the picture? Me too.)

Anyhow, so I thought, “Geez la Pete, what am I going to do?” I really don’t want to go to the chiropractors this month, but what else can I do? The pain was so intense that I couldn’t bend down to tie my shoes.

Instead of going to an appointment, I just found this awesome web site, where I started by reading about common spine conditions. I really just think it’s a pulled muscle. And then I found an exercise that’s already helping with the pain. Thank God!

 Spine Pain

I know I’m going to see that little bugger tonight. I’m thinking about jumping on her back. She’s lucky she’s only 2 and a half. Of course, I”m just joking. Oh no, she’s not going to be there tonight. She and her folks are vacationing at a private golf communities in East Tyler Tx . It must be nice!  They’ve been on vacation for about two weeks now.

Little Monkey

Heavy Little Vixen

You just wait little girl . . . until you are older . . .Wahaha!

Pregnancy Pains

Last night, we celebrated my mom’s 63rd birthday. We had a great time. We enjoyed good conversation and cake!  Part of the night was focused on my sister-in-law Lily and her relentless back pain.

Lily’s in her second trimester and she’s huge! She’s having a little boy and I don’t know what it is about boys, but they do tend to position themselves directly in the center of the stomach. She looks like she has a basketball lodged in her abdomen. I believe she said she’s gained about 20 pounds thus far. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not. So, this morning, I scoured the web looking for pregnancy tips to relieve back pain. I found a pretty good back pain article that may just help her. She said she’d try anything, so we’ll see!

Lake Hartwell SC

I’m really excited about this new baby. Lily is my brother Alexander’s wife. They met while they were attending Clemson in 1999. It’s kind of a cute story. They were both doing some bass fishing in South Carolina on Lake Hartwell. Lily was with her friends when she saw Alex fall off the dock. I think he’d been out there way too long in the hot summer sun, plus the few drinks he had literally helped to push him over the edge. She left her friends to go help him out of the water. They spent that day together.  And they’ve been together ever since. Of course, I heard this from Lily, not Alex.  Intimacy is so scary! Lol.

This is their first child. The name they’ve chosen is Philip Oliver.  Philip was our grandpa and Oliver is our great uncle’s middle name.  Sentimental names are the best! This Philip makes the 4th in our family. I’ve actually thought about naming my future son, Philip. I’m a long ways away from that day though!

Mom’s Birthday

MeowMy mom’s birthday is next Thursday, on the 14th. I was thinking about getting her a Persian cat.  She always talks about how she had a Persian as a little girl, and I thought it would be nice to make her feel youthful again. She’s going to be 63 years old.

Anyhow, she mentions the cat and how she always wished she had named it Pearl, instead of Tabatha (She’s always had this thing for the name Pearl-weird, right?). So, I thought about handing her a guide on how to clean pearl jewelry accompanied with a jewelry box. Inside the box, she’ll find a silver name tag that reads, “Pearl”.

I think she’ll love this gift, but at the same time I wonder if it’s just going to end up being too much work for her.  What if the cat’s a jerk? I always hear that Persians are  so sweet, but I could pick out an ass. It happens. She might end up with a cat she hates and she’s too nice to give it away or complain to me. I just keep thinking that she probably has at least 17 years left. Her side of the family lives to be ninety +, so it may be longer than that. I know that’s morbid, but what isn’t about life? Everything loses its energy at some point.

What do you think? Is this a bad idea?

Identical Twins are Fun!

Me and Ellie

Ellie and Me

Last night, I was listening to A Perfect Circle‘s song, Orestes and I was suddenly taken back to a few months ago when my family and I went on vacation to Sylva, NC and stayed at Balsam Mountain Preserve. It’s amazing and wonderful how sensations trigger our memory.  How lucky are we?


I played that song over and over last night just so I could feel like I was at the pool with my twin.  It worked. I remember our conversations, our drinks, and our suits.

Though, we had a great time, I miss her. We aren’t that far away, it does not matter, my soul still aches!  Our lives are hectic, so we don’t see each other so much. Oh, sweet separation anxiety!  Does anyone else experience that? I thought it would go away 5 years ago, but it hasn’t. Everyday I wake up and wish we lived together, but that’s not reality, for now.

Old Crow Me

I will be one old bitter lady if we aren’t living together by then.  My saliva will turn to lemon juice and my eyes will be like a crow’s!

Post Father’s Day

I’m not the best with bearing my werrords or emotions, much like my dad. So, we’re going to celebrate Father’s Day tomorrow, on our weekly dinner night. I’m kind of excited about this special occasion because I got my dad a birthday instead of the appropriate one for this day. It’s a really cute card. I think I may  just put a dollar or two in it and call it a day.

My dad knows how much I care for him, plus he’s got everything he could ever want or need. I’m not throwing   away my money!

Before I left the Tuesday night dinner last week, my dad said, “Now remember, we’re not celebrating until Tuesday. So, if you show up on Sunday, we’re not going to let you in.”  That was pretty cute. I responded with, ” Well, if the telephone doesn’t ring on Sunday, I didn’t call.”  And I didn’t. No point in wasting his time.  Nothing better than banter!

Did you do anything special for your dad yesterday?

Birthday Week

Going to the folks house this evening. My dad’s 65th birthday is tonight, while my brother Alex’s birthday is on Thursday. I selected some bass fishing tackle and a seat. I had no idea what to get him. To me that doesn’t seem too special, but my buddies in my bass fishing forum seem to think he’ll enjoy anything bass fish related. So, that’s good, I guess. I wish I could buy him a house or something, or send him and Mom on vacation.  After all, 65 is a pretty big milestone, not to mention all the wonderful things they’ve done for my siblings and me.
Maybe I’ll win the lottery around the time of his 66th birthday, but I guess that would require me buying a ticket. Hmm. I don’t like throwing away my money on chance.

Alex is easier, as far as presents are concerned. I’m just going to give him a lame birthday card suggesting he needs to drink more beer with a 20 for beer inside. I’m joking, he probably won’t drink any beer. Alex is fairly conservative. I guess that’s why he has an accounting degree. Oh, I’ve been out for twenty minutes. . .got drool all over the keyboard. Accounting will do that to you. 😉

The phone just rang. Startled me!

Anyhow, big birthday party tonight! Yippee. I hope we have some good cake. I love cake, especially those large teeth-rotting cookie cakes with ice cream!  Hopefully, we won’t have pizza. I’m all pizza-ed out.

My birthday tradition is to bring those children party hats with the pointy tips. I love those. My 88 year old grandma, Sarah Bess, really enjoyed the Sponge Bob hats on her May b-day. I love acting like a kid!

Got a Twin? Me too.

Howdy all!
Are there any twins, fraternal and identical, out there? Share with me your favorite moments from telepathy to dumb comments and questions.
Here’s one of mine: When you wake up in the morning,
how do you know you’re you and not your twin?

Who knew I’d like kids?

I never thought of myself as an irritable person until I spent time with my niece.  The first few times I saw her, she was just weeks old, and all she did was cry and cry and cry. I couldn’t stand to be around her. But by  3 months old, she was smiling at me. I thought it was amazing because she was so young. Then around 14 months old she began to say my name, “Lucy”.  I only saw her once a week at the time, and I couldn’t believe it.  What a smart kid!  And she calls my dad, “Papa Ken.”  No one in our family has ever said that! Amazing!

I felt the same way about my nephew, Philip. I thought he was so annoying. I wondered why any person[s] would want to give up freedom to have a demon.

But as Loren had began to smile at 3 months, so did Philip.  He even said, “Dada” at 8 months old.  And of course, there’s the growling and high-pitched and adorable squeals.

The more Loren and Philip developed, the more I felt like a kid again. I hadn’t experienced pure joy in such a long time that I had forgotten about it.  I began babysitting on Friday and Saturday nights and didn’t think twice about it.

Love is a funny thing and so are kids. Before these two came along I was not nearly as happy or pleasant. They really have softened my soul.  Tell me about your kids!