Moonlight and music

going through a lot of my favorite music tonight as the Muse is quite insistent on being inspired…or at least properly dictated…by the music.

David Garrett has played a lot.  That man and a violin is pure magic.  Plus…definitely fun to watch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zloCaH9LrCM  if you never have, enjoy

And then I wandered back to other wonderful music… themes from Lord of the Rings, Last of the Mohicans,  and the one song from Gladiator I never tire of hearing… Now We Are Free.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gNs4W4T20U   I don’t even look at the video, I just want to hear it.

But now I must put aside my fantasy …take to the car, enjoy the moonlight, and the scents of autumn camellias and jasmine on the breeze…pick up my girls…and revel in the music of their laughter and voices.

Blessed night all.

 

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Harvest, Halloween, and moving ever forward

Last day of October, another year fleeing before us, and the joyous laughter …and screams…of children at Halloween.

We didn’t have many crops to bring in this year, what with the move and all, but what we have had is always a blessing…right now it is sage, rosemary, hot oregano,

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the last of the lemons, salad crops, and kale.  Already I am dreaming of the next plantings, and wondering where we may be by the time I am ready to put them in.

After trick or treat with the kids, time for some grown-up dress-up and a trip to good ol’ Chipotle to get our ‘treat’ burrito bowls for coming in costume.  MMMMM…. the perfect ending to a gorgeous Halloween.  Sofritas bowl with guacamole

 

 

 

Remember the good times…

This weekend my husband and I would have celebrated our anniversary…hard to believe he has been gone so long.  Over five years. Cancer is a hard thing, but it isn’t the cancer we choose to remember.

We remember that he always…seriously ALWAYS…forgot our anniversary.  Thankfully, he knew this about himself. He had his secretary remind him…it was on his calendar, after all…and when he moved to a career without a secretary, by then the older girls took over the task.  It actually never bothered me in the least. I knew when it was, and the fact we had made it another year was the only gift required. We did tease him endlessly about it, though. 😀

The younger kids remember he was ‘plushy’ and how much they loved cuddling on his lap and watching horrible tv and movies and bad wrestling shows.  What made it special was that he knew it was all horrible…that was what made it so much fun. Toxic Avenger, grade D movies (Tremors,  Attack of the Killer Tomatoes)… it became a staple item in the kids’ lives…one their friends still remember and celebrate on his birthday each year.

His passion for food!  (I did mention he was ‘plushy’, remember?)  We celebrated our anniversary with food. Either he took me out for seafood or chinese (my favorites) or I made him moussaka or lasagna (his favorites) …usually both…one for each night of the anniversary weekend.

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He snored!  OMG, the man snored like a jet revving for take off.  It became a bit of a joke at the Fair each year with the families in our 4H campground.  And the adjoining campgrounds… 😀

He laughed a lot. Cheated at games…and he loved games…and swore that it was ‘strategy’…and developed a game-winning ‘killer’ attitude in the girls. I don’t play games with them, lol. Except maybe scrabble or dominoes…can’t cheat at those 😉

Today was a good day. There was a gorgeous rainbow right over the river bridge that seemed to reach from the sea right down to our house. It made me smile.  I think that was David, reminding me to do that.  And when we think of him, we always do.

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From the mouths of…princesses?

Today we took our 3 yr old “Disney Princess in training” to the park. An excellent plan for a warm, breezy Lowcountry October day. She ran, swang, turned the playhouses into her castles, and doctor clinic (she may be a princess…but she has plans for being a very helpful and busy princess), and of course…Moana’s outrigger, because she had lost Māui and as soon as we found his hook he’d be right back.

The simple joys of childlike wonder and imagination.

She went down to examine the pond…a green bit of marsh filled with the aquatic wonders of the south…fish, crawdads, turtles, and, of course, the occasional alligator.  She was certain, as Moana AND a Princess, she ‘needed’ to go right up to the edge and order Māui out of there. Removal of princess from the pond resulted in the obligatory,  very dramatic sobbing. When asked what she was crying about she looked up with wide eyes and explained: “I am heartbroken. YOU have…BROKEN…my heart.”

It was all I could do not to laugh. So serious.  THIS is a Princess growing before our very eyes into a world class Drama Queen.

Ah childhood…wouldn’t miss these moments for the world.

 

Missed a few days here…

…some because I was just swamped with life, and then some because… I couldn’t think of anything worth sharing.

Now I’m back to try again.

Today was gorgeous. Sunny, around 80F, a soft breeze.  Birds singing, squirrels courting, azaleas, camellias, and spring flowers in mad profusion.  Children calling and laughing.  Remy, my Staffordshire, went out early and just didn’t come in.  Found her stretched out in the backyard, sunbathing.  Life is good.

On the writing front, things are … bumpy.  I am thrilled I completed the edits on Khyr’s story.  It is tighter, cleaner.  Not perfect…they never are…but I am proud of it.

The harder part is ahead.  What next?  I have a story I love.  Characters I adore and want to send out to meet the world.  So far the suggestions from those I know and care about who are part of the publishing industry (authors, editors, etc) are very very disheartening.  I am not usually one to be thin-skinned at all.  I accept critiques with delight in what I can learn and possibly improve.  I am open to advice and criticism because I want so very much to be the best possible writer I can be…

But this time…it is like ripping my soul out.

A friend whose clarity and wisdom I much appreciate suggested it is not just ‘this’ … but that it is another layer of pain and stress on top of all the monumental stress and fear we are already coping with in our day to day lives.  Another layer of hopelessness.

I want to tell you….don’t give up.  Don’t give in. We are strong enough to overcome the fear and the sorrows.  Strong enough to keep trying, to hold onto the precious things…like flowers in the morning sun, and our children’s laughter… and remember that the fight is worth it.  The human race is worth it.  Our world is worth it.

And, hopefully, in the end…maybe even just this small writer’s dream will be worth holding onto … until it is time for it to bloom as well.

 

Making Waves…and other Wipe Outs

What a crazy, mixed up, roller coaster of a Friday!  Raining…apparently the LowCountry is going to float out to sea soon…but thankfully warmer than yesterday.  Had an important meeting this morning, a busy afternoon, and then moved out to my friends’ house tonight (after dogs, rabbit, parrot, and spawn were fed and tucked in for the night) to begin a week of house sitting.  On the way out the door with the griddle, dd dropped the grease trap..on my foot.  Ye gawds!  when is the last time those children cleaned the grease catcher?  RANK!  We ran off to the car… stopped at the nearest deep puddle…which didn’t require much looking since all the roads are full of standing water…and I rinsed the grease off the hem of my jeans, and also washed my hands.  Wheee ooooo!  I shall be posting signs regarding proper storage of the griddle from now on, LOL!

At the store, which was closing in just 10 minutes, we raced up and down the aisles grabbing the catfood for the kitty who comes with the house, a can opener, and some GF oreos for the dd.  Wipe Out came on the intercom.  I couldn’t help it.  I had to dance!  I shook my tush to that song when I was just a kid and I shook it as I danced up the rows of kitchenware looking for that can opener.  I am certain I mortified the girl child (although I caught her shaking her head and laughing…so maybe she is used to her crazy mother by now) but it was so much fun.  

Now I am headed for a nice shower and some clean clothes and then a couple of hours of writing.

Meanwhile here is our Fantasy Friday photo.  There was a lovely discussion of how the Dothraki language has followed in the footsteps of Quenya, Sindarin, Klingon, and Na’vi and become so popular people can now write and speak the language invented for Game of Thrones.  I know I learned Elvish because I was soooo in love with Tolkien’s worlds, and I thought the Na’vi language from Avatar was beautiful.  So this doesn’t surprise me, but the huge impact of one character who only existed for one book/season is a tribute to the world building that created the reality of the Dothraki and the character of Khal Drogo that remains with viewers and readers alike.  Thank you Drogo

Jason Momoa, Game of Thrones | A beast in the street and sweet in the sheets, the Dothraki warlord knows when to let his hair down.

The Wet Side of Wednesday

Still raining here in the Lowcountry.  Gentle rain. Spotty rain.  Drizzle.  Downpour.  If it involved water from heaven, we tried it all out today.

All in all, however, it was another lovely spring day.  More and more flowers opening.  Huge scarlet camellia blossoms drifting to the ground as the rain washed them free.  It is the end of their many weeks of blooming now, and even as their glory wanes they paint lawns and fences with bright patches of soft color.  Iris are in bloom.  Dogwoods.  Something new each and every day.  Potted a new peony and a yellow rose today and planted sunflowers.

What I need is a lawn mower.  Of course with the rain I can’t actually mow but by the time the rains end this weekend my grass will be knee deep.  You could lose a small dog in there… fortunately I have big dogs…they can mow their own paths.  Not that they necessarily will,  big does not actually equal tough… case in point, our (not) very brave Pitbull, Red.  Red is big, even for a pittie.  Over 100 lbs and solid.  He looks like a tough dog.  Then we came home with the Christmas giraffe last night 😀

A friend gave us a 6 or 7 ft tall toy giraffe that lights up and has a scarf and Santa hat (they are moving and he just wouldn’t fit, lol)  Reesie carried the giraffe to the screen porch not knowing the dogs were out for a run.  Of course, she is shorter than the solid bottom half of the porch door and the giraffe much taller… all Red sees coming is the giraffe’s head.  And he freaks!  Barking and growling, and bouncing backwards like a Chihuahua seeing its first frog.  By now we are laughing hysterically and the dog is having a meltdown as the giraffe peeks in one window after another.  Red is retreating toward the house when Reesie opens the porch door and ‘walks’ the giraffe inside. We thought poor Red would have apoplexy!  Hackles up and can’t find a big enough place for his strategic retreat and won’t turn and run cause heaven knows what might happen if he took his eyes off this strange alien creature.

Giraffe is now temporarily living behind Red’s favorite sleeping spot on the sofa.  They have come to a wary truce, although periodically today he had to growl at the giraffe just to remind it who the brave dog guarding this house really is.  Image result for red nose pitbull