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Post by marysgurl on Mar 15, 2006 10:57:54 GMT -5
One for you, mylittleone!
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Post by ILB on Mar 15, 2006 14:54:48 GMT -5
awww thank u my baby... that is absolutely beautiful!!!
glad u like the fairy dust too angel.
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Post by fallenangel on Mar 15, 2006 18:30:53 GMT -5
its magic fairy dust it goes everywhere you do
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Post by ILB on Mar 16, 2006 20:22:52 GMT -5
yes, as long as u r on this board... my Q wants it to follow her even when she isn't on this board
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Post by fallenangel on Mar 17, 2006 9:59:36 GMT -5
it would be nice to take the fairy dust with us and be able to take it out when we are having a bad day . it could cheer us up.
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Post by Quettalee on Mar 17, 2006 11:09:18 GMT -5
See, that was exactly my thought, 'angel!
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Post by gams on Mar 21, 2006 10:50:52 GMT -5
I read a book recently titled, "Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. A passage, (actually there were many of them), struck me as particulary beautiful, probably because it reminds me of my solitary walks on the beach. It also fits perfectly with that picture up at the top of this page.
"I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair. Into the waves and out like a sandpiper. And then home, drenched, drugged, reeling, full to the brim with my day alone, full like the moon before the night has taken a single nibble of it, full as a cup poured to the lip."
Damn, I love that feeling.
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Post by Quettalee on Mar 23, 2006 23:04:27 GMT -5
Wow! You know how I feel about the beach from my "ramble", so you know I am so right there with you, Gams!
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Post by gams on Mar 27, 2006 0:32:58 GMT -5
I saw them again today; the pair of cranes. This time I got a very good look as they flew over me while I was roller skiing. They are unmistakablely whooping cranes, snowy white with black tipped wings, and their flight so unlike any other bird. Completely stretched out from their long necks to their long legs, they fly with their bodies perfectly horizontal, only their flapping wings, (an impressive six foot span), breaking the line.
An extremely rare sight, and I wonder if it is the same pair I saw the other day, though it is about ten miles apart from the first sighting while driving in my car. I suppose it could be, making their way along the marshes of the Black River as they head north to Canada.
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Post by ILB on Mar 27, 2006 16:08:14 GMT -5
that sounds amazing!!! a perfect way to start your last monday of freedom!!
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Post by gams on Mar 28, 2006 0:11:33 GMT -5
It was amazing! I described it to a friend - still amazed I had seen what I was sure were whooping cranes, and she said yes, there are eight pairs here in Michigan. They've all been fitted with transmitters to track their movements. Most of them are much further north, near the Upper Peninsula, but one one of the pairs resides here, in my town!
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Post by Quettalee on Apr 3, 2006 11:20:56 GMT -5
That is so cool, Gams. I am jealous.
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Post by Quettalee on Apr 11, 2006 0:20:55 GMT -5
"The depth of a soul is not measured by what appears on the surface, but what lies in the heart." ~Unknown
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Post by Quettalee on Apr 16, 2006 7:28:07 GMT -5
My dogwood bloomed out full yesterday! It is beautiful & its all you can see when you look out the livingroom window. Yeah for this beautiful Sunday morning! *sigh*
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Post by gams on Apr 16, 2006 23:36:02 GMT -5
The dogwoods here have not started flowering yet. I think it'll be awhile; their buds are closed tight. My amelanchier though, looks like it's about to pop.
We had a great Easter weekend. My Mom drove in with my brother. I wish I could have spent more time with her; it's been since Thanksgiving since I last saw them. I work Saturdays so we only had a short time to visit before they had to leave this afternoon.
Whenever Mom visits, she always brings stuff. Lots of stuff, and though I always clean and declutter the house before she comes, the clutter seems to re-manifest itself in multiples before she leaves.
She brought ham. Enough ham to last us a week although I sent a plate home with her, and another for my brother. Along with the ham, came hard salami, (which I always loved as a kid and so she has to bring some to me every time she comes, like we don't have hard salami wherever I happen to be living at the time), and muenster cheese, (another of my childhood favorites). Oooo, and those hard-rolls from the bakery! And rye bread!
My Mom does not purchase all her food at the grocery like I do. She goes to the grocery store, the Polish butchers, the German bakery, the Italian bakery and the fresh fruit and vegetable markets when they are open. I used to cringe when I was a teenager and she had me do some of her shopping. It was never a one-stop shop, like the Cum and Go. The list of stops was always long and spread out all over miles and miles just to get the ingredients to complete one meal. And then there was the Egg Lady, (that's what we called her - "Mom! The Egg Lady's here!), who made her weekly rounds in her beat-up old blue Plymouth with the eggs and whatever was in season off her farm heaped in the trunk which was the size of a small village. I didn't like the Egg Lady too much. She was grumpy and not very sociable. But the eggs were always fresh, Mom said, and no one else grew tomatoes as sweet as she - not even Dad, who had plenty of tomatoes in the garden out back. I think Mom was just humoring grumpy Egg Lady.
Along with all the food, Mom brought tons and tons of stuff for the girls: clothes, books, arts and craft stuff, and whatever else she could pack into the car. But she's Grandma, doesn't see them that often, and so I suppose she is allowed to spoil them occasionally.
A new set of silverware; a complete set of twelve for everyday use because once I complained my spoons kept disappearing. I'd like to say it was LX throwing them away at school with the rest of her lunch trash, and I wouldn't be completely wrong. But I've also caught myself doing the same when scraping the plates after dinner. And I ask myself where LX gets her absentmindedness.
Newspaper and magazine articles; a whole new stack of them. She finally asked me if I minded her doing this; I don't. I did admit to her though that I have folders and folders of them, (including stuff I've saved myself), that have never been read. I pull an article or two out when looking for something to read, and then pitch it when finished, but the folders never seem to get thinner.
We had a good time this weekend, and for this - for her, I don't mind the extra clutter...a silverware drawer overflowing and almost impossible to close and so much food in the refrigerator that it'll probably have to be pitched before it all gets eaten. I wouldn't have it any other way. And neither would Mom.
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Post by ILB on Apr 17, 2006 16:29:38 GMT -5
awwww sounds like u had a grand holiay gams!!!
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Post by gams on Apr 28, 2006 0:01:08 GMT -5
I've been worried I'd lost the glide. It just hasn't been there the last couple of times; real tough to achieve, and it seemed something was lacking. Getting it back required a bit of maintenence from Hubs; some lubing and pumping and then, Wow! It was back; fast and oh-so-good again.
I'm talking about my roller-skis, of course. Hubs checked the tire pressure; they were low. But now that they're filled and the bearings lubed, the glide is back. It feels so damned good.
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Post by ILB on Apr 28, 2006 16:30:55 GMT -5
a heartfelt tale of
How Gams Got Her Glide Back!!
soon to theaters everywhere....
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Post by gams on Apr 30, 2006 23:10:30 GMT -5
"Why not seize pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation." ~ Jane Austen
Ah...I knew there had to be some good that comes out of lacking organizational skills. There is something to be said for "winging it".
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Post by Quettalee on May 1, 2006 8:51:46 GMT -5
I've been worried I'd lost the glide. It just hasn't been there the last couple of times; real tough to achieve, and it seemed something was lacking. Getting it back required a bit of maintenence from Hubs; some lubing and pumping and then, Wow! It was back; fast and oh-so-good again. I'm talking about my roller-skis, of course. Hubs checked the tire pressure; they were low. But now that they're filled and the bearings lubed, the glide is back. It feels so damned good. Perhaps a new disc would help re-enforce that good feeling...? I'm aching myself for a new 'spring slide'. Any requests?
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