Mar. 23rd, 2017 03:47 pm
galwithglasses: (Wallace and Gromit)
Every year, when Jensen's birthday rolls around, I always have one of these moments of thinking that he can't possibly be that old, he was just 28. This year, Jensen turned 39 and I thought - no, can't be, that will make him 40 next year and I can't really be just realizing this now, can I? Except, along with whatever age Jensen is turning, it is a reminder that in a few short weeks, I will again be turning ten years older than he is and that means 49. Today.

I know age is just a number and all that but for whatever reason, I am more acutely aware that with this birthday, I am growing older and that time has passed more quickly than I have been aware of. What? I was just 28. I am not depressed, just really baffled by how quickly I got here. I don't like to think of the passing of time. Maybe it is because moving forward in time brings change along with it and I'm not a fan. Maybe I'm marking this new year more now that my body no longer lives on a schedule that follows the moon, only by the weeks and months set out by St. Gregory, the patron saint of day-planners. Maybe it is because my kid told me that in a year, I'll be halfway to 100. Whatever the reason, I am looking at my age as a number and that number seems to loom bigger than it probably should.

Despite this new, not utterly welcome recognition, I am still grateful to be here and am looking forward to this next year. In many ways, I am happy to leave last year behind. The bad was elected and Must Not Be Named plus we lost a lot of folks that meant a lot to me. The good stuff was things like putting the basement back together after a flood, actually getting a paying job for the first time in 13 years, lime Icelandic yogurt, walks with dogs, some decisions made about what to do after retirement, getting done with therapy and feeling better, my first smart phone - emojis, where have you been all my life, watching my kid grow into a full-fledged, tumblr-using fangirl, the arrival of Arrow and Zeppelin Ackles, and another Padalecki on the way.

To end one year and start another and to get a break from the Minnesota winter, I'm in Florida for spring break and here is the sand dragon we made on the beach.

Come on 49, I got this.
galwithglasses: (Yosemite)
Here are days 8 and 9. The prompts are rock and broken.

Rock, on paper, turtle..... )
galwithglasses: (Odysseus and Argos)
Here are Buddy and Tosha, who figure if it is Dog Day, food must be involved somehow.

galwithglasses: (Wallace and Gromit)
Snagged from so many....

1. Are you named after someone?

Named for the title character from the song I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen. I guess my granddad used to sing it. My middle name is the female version of my dad's first name.

The rest of it.... )
galwithglasses: (Farmall H)
Today, I traveled 600 miles in a pick-up with my husband, kid, and our two dogs. It took about 12 hours to make our way from the Twin Cities in Minnesota to the woods in Michigan just south of the Mackinac Bridge. It was a beautiful day to drive - clear blue sky and not too hot. We traveled along the northern edge of Lake Michigan and the water was fairly placid today. The late afternoon sun is starting to get that August glow to it and the wildflowers have changed from the daisies of early July to Queen Anne's Lace.

There were a couple of places I wish I'd had a camera. Eastern Wisconsin has a lot of farms where they must be on a second cutting of hay. The corn is also getting pretty tall. We drove past cows, a herd of donkeys and then a large field full of sheep. All over, there are barns with quilt block patterns painted on the end. I want to do that here at our Michigan place. I just have to pick a pattern and colors. Probably not the drunkard's path or storm at sea but I'm sure I can find something good. Of all the lovely things we saw today, my favorite was driving by two large fields of sunflowers. So much yellow and so cheerful. That's when I wanted a camera.

This is also election season and there are signs everywhere for this and that. Someone running in Michigan for US Congress, I think, has the name Lon Johnson. Some graffiti artist added a well placed G, turning the sign into an advertisement of a different sort.

The other thing that I saw worth noting made my think of my flist. (Spellcheck told me there are no replacements to be found for flist. So true.) Anyhow, we drove by a diner with a sign out front announcing Taco Tuesdays. I wished so hard for there to be someone who would appreciate the true value of the question, 'do these tacos taste funny to you?'

Goodnight, all.
galwithglasses: (Wallace and Gromit)
Snagged from everyone and answered because procrastination is a way of life.

Answers...... )
galwithglasses: (who the hell is bucky? - crabby)
The year was: 1986

Meme under here... )

Copy and paste. Let's hear your story.
galwithglasses: (Crabapple in snow)
Because I'm thinking it has nothing on January. Even though we get a minute more of the sun each day, it means nothing if the clouds shroud it in gray half-light. It's dark and cold in the north. (We have actually had a pretty mild winter but the main purpose of weather is to have something to complain and make small talk about hence the previous comments.)

The toughest bit about this month is that it is full of sad news and memories of loss from years gone by. Natalie Cole, David Bowie and now Alan Rickman join my best friend from elementary school and my husband's grandfather who've already gone on to whatever mystery awaits us. For me, it is also full of anniversaries of birth of some other people in my life who died way too early, leaving empty places that seems bigger in January than in the warmth of summer. It seems like people fighting for their lives manage to hang on to be with family for one more holiday in December but January is a time of letting go, a time to mourn. Be at peace.

With such a dark, sad time of year, in a massive effort to combat depression, cabin fever and general shack wackiness, people take an icy plunge into a mostly frozen lake or do some sort of sport involving balancing on sharp metal blades while simultaneously whacking at something with a stick and sliding on ice. Balancing on boards careening down a hill is also popular. Depending on what sort of weather we are complaining about, sometimes we slide down sidewalks and roads while yelling choice anti-lock words. If you are young and not responsible for your own car insurance, the same effect may be manufactured in a largely empty mall parking-lot. Providing the appropriate space for donuts is the true purpose of Walmart. I would prefer to eat the donuts which brings me to another way to fight January. Always keep fighting, right?

Comfort food exists as a direct response to January. Adam and Eve got evicted from the garden into a world containing death, winter in January, and the inevitable taxes. Eve, being practical and rightly pissed off at the fruit at the center of the whole mess, decided to get her revenge and make pie out of it. Adam ate whatever she handed him evidently, and was happy to note that pie came without a smiting, as long as he took the trash out and got his own beer. Eve, glad to have someone else handle the trash (she watches SPN and the X-Files and knows what's out there), found other things to make into pie. Some were more successful than others. Take mincemeat for example...or maybe not. As for me, after several years of grocery shopping for Thanksgiving dinners with a spotty memory, I have enough canned pumpkin to provide pies for my family right through the end times. Some of the people on my facebook feed have succumbed to January and are convinced that the end times are here as heralded by the existence of Obamacare and Pope Francis. I hate to break it to them but the end of the world is supposed to come when you least expect it and everybody expects it in January. But I digress. We were discussing canned pumpkin. My goal is to have made pies with all of it by March. I have been making a pie every other week or so since November and still have about six cans left. I'm getting good at pie crust though.

So I fight January with baking and by leaving the outdoor Christmas lights up until at least after the Superbowl. When things seem very bleak, I can always dig out the seed catalogs and plan the summer veggie garden. This year, I have my parents' 50th Anniversary surprise to plan and my brothers to frame for it. As a response to the mess that was 2015, I am back in therapy with shiny new diagnoses with lots of letters that mostly mean I am extremely shy and wig out at slamming doors. I think I can make headway and be better for it when I'm done. Hopefully it is more tune-up than overhaul. Things are improving with our dogs and I've managed to walk both of them every day for over a week now using gentle leaders. There is something almost meditative about standing in the winter backyard with the dogs in the growing dusk. There is still enough ambient light to see and the winter clouds reflect the evening lights of the city adding a glow to the sky. Mix in the white noise of the far off freeway rush hour traffic and let the cold settle in a little. I can gather in the calm and stoic reserves needed to get through another January day and I think of the people and critters that I have been lucky to share the planet with. Then I can go inside and take the pie out of the oven and remember that there are only 34 days before the MLB pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training and the days are getting longer.


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