Passion for life

The sun has slipped below the horizon and I sit here listening to music, Something from George, I think it was, and I should know that…I should, and normally I’d be a bit upset about the not knowing….but Something tells me that all that matters is that after all of these years, I still listen to it with such a love, the passion that inspired it…now that is what its really all about. 

Lately I’ve been taking many trips down memory lane of song, of sound, and even in silence I grasp the minutiae of yesterday. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes, not so much. Just a bittersweet feeling of where I’ve been, who I’ve been, and who I’ve yet to become. I believe mostly in the becoming….as time creates change, hope inspires, and we are left at the end of the day saying…I did what I could…I can rest content…and I call it a day. No regrets, no coulda, no shoulda, and no woulda. It is what it is. I’m not who I was five, ten or even fifteen years ago….a note, this photo was from almost ten years ago. Scary days, hopeful days…and I’m still here, older, wiser, and some days having fun too, which I think is the ultimate goal. If you can’t laugh, if you can’t smile and be playful, what’s the point? 

And so I listen, and I listen some more….good old Frank….when I was 21…it was a very good year….but for me it wasn’t…but that was then, this is now, and now and tomorrow are all that matters…you can’t change yesterday, can’t erase a minute or an hour ago…but it’s back there….the now is all. I guess the thought is always be brave, get out there and sing, dance, laugh, no one cares….but it’s what makes the end of the day that much more special.

 Hubby swiped our window frog today with paint accidentally, then asked me if I wanted to see….I’m not crawling through the garden in sandals but it made me inwardly smile….he looks like the house now, camouflaged in Soleil colored paint…..he was almost white to begin with, but now we have a fashionable frog….who can’t smile at that…it’s the little things that add up in the end. 

He may not be the actual frog that got striped, but he’s related…gummy feet to suction…and he lives there with two lady? Friends…..yeah, cause that’s how he rolls…now a fashionista of Florida. Be positive, don’t look back, and don’t let the Soleil catch you cryin’.

Peace, love and sweet dreams my friends, got some nice sun fresh dried sheets calling my name….although they do have some dog prints on them since this afternoon…I had to take that nap you know….and if Mommy naps, the pups nap too…..getting older, getting better and still smiling.

Kim

Creature comforts

A beautiful day for a walk, the sun barely visible above the horizon and a cool breeze, almost chilly compared to what the day will have in store. The dogs seem to like these days, cool and comfortable, prancing and pulling at the leashes as if we were running the Iditarod instead of our normal morning walk. A few houses down, in a ditch that is often littered with Huge pine cones (some of which have been collected for future Christmas decor) the dogs pull harder on their leashes, noses to the ground and of course I search for snakes….I hear they like ditches and therefor I don’t like ditches. Apple in the lead with Chi in hot pursuit of what may be there, up jumps this mini knight with four legs. It’s shell beautiful and quite decorative and shiny and almost silver in color. I’m not sure who was more afraid but we all jump, the dogs careening backwards and I think they said what the “f” too if I heard right. Well this little beastie jumps across the ditch and begins running for the woods a short clip away, the dogs giving another tug to pursue but we hold course, continuing on our way. I looked as we passed the woods and this little thing just stood there staring at us like “haha, you can’t see me.” I hate to tell the little creature, but he or she didn’t exactly blend in as it sat there next the the empty Miller Lite can, perhaps he thought he was related to it and of course, there’s safety in numbers. The things you see…..hmmmm…..my first live armadillo. That’s enough….it can stay down the street….and out of our yard please and thank you.