Sunday, August 11, 2013

Dreaming the Dream

This blog has mostly been dormant.  I have been busy this Summer with a lot of fun things and traveling some.  We had a good garden this year, so I have been canning quite a bit as well.

One thing that I would like to tackle is an Herb Garden.  I have dreamed and talked and tried a bit of one that was taken over by a few crazy spearmint plants.  I think maybe I will focus on that next Spring.


Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Unnecessary Items

I want a Bike.  Isn't this one beautiful.  This one is pretty nice too.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Joy on the Island, Key West, FL



Jimmy Buffett wrote this song about seeing the Sunset at Mallory Square in Key West, I couldn't say it any better. 
Yeah now, the sun goes slidin cross the water
Sailboats they go searchin for the breeze
Salt air it aint thin
It can stick right to your skin and make you feel fine
Makes you feel fine




What a fine trip we had.  Busy with several stops along the way.  We tried new things and went to some new places and enjoyed it all.


My heart still loves Key West.  I am enchanted with the area.  I love the poncietta trees that seem to grow like weeds.  The smell of the night jasmine is blissful.  Cafe con leche with flan, plantains, black beans and rice--ah, how I crave Cuban food.  There is something special about the sunset over Mallory Square and it makes me feel fine indeed.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Lynnea Dreams

Ok Summer 2013--we are here!

1--We have reservations made, I will be in Key West in three weeks.  My love and heart the true essence of me, Key West, FL.

*Sunset at Mallory Square, I can only hope for some fire eaters and sword swallowers to entertain me while I wait for the sunset

*Hemingway's House, I love the magic of thinking about the larger than life man and his writings.  I love the cats.  I love the gardens.

*Blue Heaven, I am dreaming of your granola and those crazy chickens that are always running around underfoot.

*Cuban Food, one of my favorite types of food.  I want black beans, rice, Cuban bread, Cuban Sandwiches, and plantains. My taste buds rejoice at the thought of these treasures.

I am so thrilled to be going back to the island about a month before my 15th Anniversary.




Thursday, May 2, 2013

Unexpected Plans


I have been unwell, really quite unwell.  I decided perhaps it was more than a virus, because I was not getting better or worse.  I was staying the same miserable, unwell same.

A consult at a doctor's office led them to send me to the ER--appendix might be the cause.

I was shocked and a bit unnerved.  Off to ER, CT scan, blood work, etc.  Not sure what is wrong, doesn't seem to be appendix right now.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Pears

Who knew they were so delicious?  I imagine Earth Fare did--that is why they had a coupon for a free pound.  Yum, I never knew they were SO good.

I've got it together...

Uh, no.  I manage the day to day pretty well, until something "off" happens.  It throws me for a loop.  Schedules are shifted around and life goes on.  My melting down freak out doesn't change the facts or help at all.

Will I ever learn?

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Over It

That is a dramatic title to say I am tired of drama.

It seems like there is a lot of drama.  Where is the respect and compromise?  These traits seem to be things of the past.

In the world, our nation, even in my community--the tension and disrespect level is high.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Love the Library--Sshh..

I love the library.

I love that I had two books on hold for me today.

I love that I saw my friend Quincy at the library.

I love that I quickly went outside to knock on the windows and wave to some of my favorite little ones.

I love that I used a quiet for me voice to say good bye to my friend and she whispered back.

I have had a wonderful day indeed.

Sshhh, guess what?  Two memoirs, a novel, and two cookbooks, aahh...I love the library.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April Showers

April has been a month of tears for me at times.  I will always remember the April of 2005.  I had a two year old and a four year old.  I spent a week in the early part of April visiting my parents' home in Hillsboro, MO.  A home that they had not lived in long before my mother's cancer recurrence.  I left for the airport and Mom never left her bed again.

The next week I would call home and talk to my Dad--I don't remember hearing my mother's voice again.  I remember my birthday, April 14, I received a card signed Mom and Dad in my father's handwriting.  My mother was usually the card signer/sender.

I went to my favorite place, The Huntsville Botanical Gardens.  They were holding a plant sale.  I had a wagon loaded with my two girls and I was trying to escape for a few minutes the grief and unknown of losing my mother.  I stumbled into the plant sale a few minutes before the public sale began and a woman, who I am sure is usually kind a lovely, scolded me that I couldn't buy plants right now.  I cried. It's true the often seen statement that you never know what battles people are fighting.

Dad called on April 19, I needed to get home as soon as possible.  I was flagged by security at the airport, probably because of my one way ticket bought at the last minute.  I had the experience of being patted down and questioned.  I arrived in St. Louis at about midnight.  My mother's dear friend Barb Matlock came to pick me up from the airport.  I will never forget her face when she looked at me said--I wish I knew what to say to prepare you.

I sat with my mom all night long, holding her hand and singing and humming hymns.  My mother loved hymns.  Hymns often trigger memories of her.


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A Life of Living

I can't complain that I am bored.  My family is quite busy and I am often finding more things to add to the mix.  I have a few "dreams" some big and some small.

Ivy Green, Helen Keller's home (which is far too close my my own to have never visited)

Mexico City--my dream since my Uncle Bob as a missionary there when I was little I heard great stories about Mexico from Aunt Nancy

Cartwheel--still want to learn without breaking arms and legs

Popovers--bought the pan, need to bake some

Paris/London/European Adventure

Jimmy Buffett in Vegas

More Farmer's Market Visits

Make Time for Friend Lunches/Tea/Trips







Sunday, March 17, 2013

Love What You Have and Use What You Love

This may sum up at least a portion of my life's motto.

I like old stuff--especially old kitchen items, mixing bowls, etc.  I don't like having collections of stuff.  I like using them--it is what I have in my kitchen.  I love to bring a casserole in my snowflake pyrex dish.  I love mixing up cookies in my yellow mixing bowl.

I don't what to have things I am scared of using.  Why have it if it is too precious to enjoy?  My mother's mixing bowls and Grandma's casserole dish--were used by them and I enjoy remembering them as I continue to do so.

Monday, March 11, 2013

An Update of Sorts

I struggled with my dad remarrying.  I wanted to think of him with Mom--end of story.

I cried a lot.  I talked about it--even seeking out my pastor's counseling on the subject.  The reality of the situation really tore me up emotionally.

A month after the wedding, I had the opportunity to meet my dad's wife.  She is kind and Dad seems happy.

I imagined that I would be ill with worry and angst over the meeting, but it came and went and I feel better about the situation.


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Don't Take It for Granted

I had the opportunity to talk to two German filmmakers while I was at a film festival.  I happened to have seen both of their films the day before.  I asked a few questions about the films and then listened as one of them told about being 20 years old and crossing from East Germany just hours after The Wall was down. 

One of the men made a comment to not take things for granted---that life can change in an instant.  

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Something's Cooking

I enjoy cooking sometimes more than we enjoying eating, so I have to pace myself when I get the fever to really start cooking or baking.

Poppyseed cake--Yum
Croutons from last week's bread--Yum
Broccoli Cheddar Soup--SO delicious





Saturday, February 2, 2013

Update

It took about a week to like it and about ten days to LOVE it.  I love the new platinum haired me.  The attention it drew was more than I expected, and it left me feeling on display.  All that has settled and now it is fun.


Saturday, January 19, 2013

Change



I changed my hair color--a lot.  I think I like it.  It is a big change though.  Here's to changes.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Dream--Jazz Fest

I'd love to go.  Jazz Fest in one of my favorite cites.  The first weekend looks like the one I'd like to make it to.


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Where There's Smoke There is Fire


I was naive and thought if he hadn't been caught under so much scrutiny and he swore his innocence so many times that he was an honest man. It is sad that people are so unethical. #lancearmstrong

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Weary

I can't think of an appropriate word to describe my current state--weary is as close as I can get.  I am emotional.  I can not get ahold of my thoughts and find peace.  I hurt.

I feel as if I am living my mother's death all over again.  Irrationally, it seems like my father is leaving me as well.  I am not accepting the idea of his remarriage well.  It has stirred grief and left another layer of raw emotion I did not expect.

I press on with my daily routine and chores.  I admit at this moment I would like to curl up in bed and hibernate the remainder of the winter.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Special Delivery


Forgotten Identity--Familiar Name





The first Christmas Josh and I were married, my mom sent me a box full of my Christmas ornaments and treasured ones from our family tree.  Baby's First Christmas 1976 and Mexican Tin ornaments from my Uncle Bob's years as a missionary were a few favorites of mine then and now.

We had been married about four months--did you catch the name and address?  Habit/memory prevailed and my mom wrote my name like she had countless times--Lynnea Griffitts.  I have kept the ornaments in this box now for 14 Christmases.  In reorganizing the holiday decorations yesterday, I found a sturdier box.  I couldn't part with this label, so I decided to cut it off and will put it away with the decorations.  It will be a fun reminder each November when I pull it out.