Author: Rene

It’s not often that the elements, my wardrobe, and my memory cooperate. Yesterday, as fierce winds were blowing for the third day in a row, I arrived to class, flinging open the doors of the reception area. Cold air burst in with me, winds whipped my hair and scarf wildly, and I was seized by the words of Percy Bysshe Shelley. With fervor and an untamed spirit, I spewed forth the beginning of his poem, ”Ode to the West Wind.”

The receptionist was duly impressed, if not entertained. We both appreciated how tidbits from long ago seep back into our minds.

Now, if only I could remember what I had for lunch two days ago?

Sometimes a riddle is quite simple to solve! Thanks to the ”APB” for this one. We can always use a little illumination in our lives.

My husband thought this was amazing video…and it is kind of fun.

I had a 1967 Cougar for my going-to-college vehicle. Wish I still had that one! It had the ”eyelashes” for headlights. (Actually termed, ”hidden headlights.” I did watch the video.) My parents in no way, shape, or form, wanted to retrieve me or take me to school with three other siblings in tow. So, I had a now-considered-cool car, but one with many issues.

Maybe you’ll see your mode of transport here?

The fifth week of Lent and tuna fish is wearing a little thin. I thought I’d offer a substitute from my stash of pescatarian options, in case you need to purchase the ingredients before Friday.

Let’s turn our attention to the gracious act of kindness by Lady Gaga, and the wonderful interaction between her and Liza Minelli. Gaga assisted Liza with her cue cards and her duties when she became flustered at the Academy Awards. Isn’t that worth more than dwelling on a slap in the face?

Go and throw that kindness around like confetti!

Originally known as the ”waved crochet braid,” rick rack is a flat narrow woven braid in a zig zag form.

I didn’t even know if they made this modern marvel of sewing wonder. My pattern calls for it, but I hadn’t heard the term in eons. I found my notion this afternoon at the local sewing center. My choice was a lime green, extra wide roll of ”rick rack”. (I figure that will cover a multitude of stitching strikes against me.)

Almost all the elements for a cute project are acquired. Tomorrow I will try to find my motivation as I’m feeling rather sew-sew about it.

Our Homeowner’s Association isn’t that large. That’s why it’s hard to fathom why our president is so tyrannical!

Whispers are that she is planning a summer BBQ and requiring all twenty homes to bring their own chairs and tents. She just up and wrote a grant requesting city funds to support this crazy event. If the city doesn’t come through, she expects us to “potluck” it!

Word on the street is that she is also planning impeachment proceedings for herself. Let’s hope that rumor comes to fruition. Swing by and vote her out!

Isn’t that a clever term for the ”freeze, thaw, freeze, thaw” of spring? It’s not often I give credit to the news team for delightfully explaining anything, but I like this phrase.

That whiplash has definitely impacted the roads into our ’hood. I drive in the opposing traffic lane to avoid the deep ruts on my side as I enter my neighborhood. I do it so often, I have to remember that I’m actually in the wrong lane and oncoming cars need not move. It is my duty to return to my proper potholed lane.

Joys of spring!

The little robin visited the birdbath, reminding me to attend to Mother Nature. A friend gave me tulip bulbs which bloomed and are awaiting resettlement in the earth. The ever-present weeds have begun their sinister invasion of my flower beds. And a lone squirrel has returned to seek his post-winter store under the third tree on the south side of the driveway. I’m itching to garden again.

However, with snow in the forecast and a good two months until my self-imposed planting season, all I can do is buy the fertilizer and prepare as I bide my time. Oh, and remember the robins.

Glorious. It was an evening to sit on the porch the sun was so delightful last night. Mood enhancing ’twas the day with the promise of more for the weekend! Perfect weather for painting a ceiling.

D-Day has arrived. I promised my husband I’d get it done, so I’m on the calendar for it now. At least five times I’ve made this exact statement, ”I am never painting a ceiling again in my life.” My neck hurts just considering the prospect. I’ll open the doors and windows though, and perhaps get a whiff of spring.

I’m grateful I still have a ceiling to paint and a life in which to do it. Saturday Sunshine to you!