BOO!

It's early morning and i just went outside to get my newspaper. Walking down the sidewalk was a group of little kids on their way to the bus stop. I'm looking at them, admiring their Halloween costumes.......when i realize, "HEY! Those aren't costumes!" Nope....just little seven and eight year olds dressed in the standard "baby hooker" outfits and "junior thug" underwear-showing pants.
Hmmm. i was scared.

Weather or Not.......

Today is, according to our geezer-guy, flat-headed local weatherman, the eighth straight day of beautiful, blue sky, sunny, cool temp days. And so i was reflecting on this, as i have nothing of any more importance to occupy my mind.
The first pretty day was SPECTACULAR! INVIGORATING! MOTIVATING! i reveled in it.....raking leaves, whacking plants.....just savoring the pure clarity of the light and the feel of the breeze.
The second, third and fourth days passed in rather more of a "quiet appreciation". I went outside, strolled the fading Fall garden, and felt peacefully content.
The fifth, sixth and seventh days.......well, i honestly just over-looked them.
Now on DAY EIGHT......i find myself almost "bored" by the sameness. So it's pretty! I am craving something new......Show me some clouds! Give me some thunder! DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT...........for i am horribly human and need VARIETY and CHANGE and a sense of the UNIQUE.
Thus i have to accept that i am nothing more, or less, than an excitement junkie.
and of course, it's just one more lesson for me to PAY ATTENTION! It's a terrible thing to waste or overlook any day of this life. I shall attempt to do better tomorrow.

Are They Coming?

I have a "Crop Circle" in my front yard today. It was not there yesterday. What does it mean? I like to believe that i am about to receive a "message" from some alien place or being.....something vital and deep and yes, even PITHY. Something that will make a difference..... But i think it may just be some grass disease. I'm not the kind of person who would get faces of virgins on my window screens, or holy icons on my tortillas. So........it's most likely just chinch bugs.

There Is Something Valiant.....

about one hot-pink bouganvilla blooming on a gray, sun-bleached deck, surrounded by piles of brown and dead-gray leaves.......

and that's all i can say about it. except.....i want to be that plant.

I Just Figured It Out!

I've always been a "pink" kind of girl. From a very early age i learned that pink looks good on a blond. So i wore a lot of pink stuff. Later in life, i went to Las Brisas in Acupulco.......a beautiful place, with lots of pink jeeps, pink center stripes down the winding mountain road, pink and white china, and on and on. Anyway....it was my kind of place. So when i was having a pool put in my back area, i had it done surrounded by pink flagstone. When i had my countertops replaced in the kitchen, i chose a pinky-colored Corian. And the whole house had lots of pink scattered around. It just seemed the appropriate color for Club Katy. Flamingo-like.
Then all kinds of things happened in and to my life, which resulted in my suddenly living alone here, sans life-partner, and also sans visitors, for the most part. And gradually, my house began changing in much the same way that i did.
Once i started regaining myself, as a new version, i started using more colors. Orange. Red. Yellow. There's still the pink, but it's......not so noticeable.
So i was thinking about it and here's what i figured out......
Pink has become the color of cancer. Tshirts, cookware, bracelets......all pink.
I don't want cancer to be the color scheme of my life, or of my home. I want brighter colors, stronger colors.......less thought-provoking colors.
So......here's to orange pillows, purple furniture and yellow candles! they make me happier. And now that i'm not a blond, but more of a silver.....well, i wear pale blue and feel pretty.
and that's all i know for now.

You would think that after my NOT BLOGGING for months i would have something(s) to say. Nope. And it startled me a little bit, since i have always had a plethora of opinions. But......something has changed.
I restricted myself rigorously from watching tv "news" or anything having to do with "professional politics". Thus, much of my anger/angst has vanished. When i realized that almost without exception, every story i read or watched just sickened me, i decided to live a different way. So now when i get up in the mornings, there's no bubble-headed woman telling me new scary facts about breast cancer or lead in lipstick, no bleached-blond weather guy telling me what dire event has dangerous repercussions on the beaches, no fat-head corporate blowhard espousing his inane views on the stock market.......Instead, i watch a CD of an obscure opera or of a long-ago performance of gravity-defying ballet dancers......and i feel strengthened and uplifted and.....dare i say it?......happyful.
i have forsaken reruns of Beverly Hillbillies and Crossing Jordan, and in their place i........yep, i just go outside and watch the birds and squirrels. It's much more informative than anything on the tv. Even books have begun to make me question their importance........how can a page of words begin to compete with a polka-dotted dog on the trail of mr. mouserat? Or rival the amazing moves of a 16 year old kitty who truly still believes that she can lure a bluejay simply by pretending she's just part of the birdbath base? Most of the books i've read recently feel like reruns of previous authors' mistakes and efforts. Maybe it's just a mood i'm in, but for now......i'm just going to live in my reality. Dustbunnies and all.
How fortunate am i to have the opportunity to do ONLY WHAT I CHOOSE? tis a gift. and that's all i know.

Hello! after months of non-blogging due to user-ignorance of systems........I AM BACK! i think. i'll just punch "publish post" and see if this is working.