Thematic Photographic - Yellow Week

I spent a week with no mind, time, nor wherewithal to blog.
I still had my camera and a chance to check Carmi's theme.
I played along in my heart ♥

Hayden lifts a car in front of the Washington Pavilion of Arts & Science;
formerly Washington Senior High School (Diana Lambert, Class of 1986);
formerly Sioux Falls High School.
One of our favorite places on the planet;
in all it's layers of generational memories.

I fortify myself while waiting for Toys R Us to open, near Spokane, WA.
While wearing the hoodie Grampa Bob picked out for Hayden on our recent trip to LA ♥
Hayden finds the Wall o'Nerf. He was appropriately reverent.

Baby Breann celebrates two years of human existence at Sertoma Park.
The bubbles were a big hit, especially after Hayden joined in the chasing!
Baby Xander was so happy to finally be called by his real name! :::wink, wink:::
He enjoyed Big Jim's Green Plastic Spork/Knifula set as much as we have!

Fawick Park has has beautiful flowers this week.
I took pictures of most of them.
And of David.
And his package.
Oh, donchu worry, the commentary shall be hilarious ♥

A moment of silence

Me n' the Boy are heading to South Dakota
to memorialize my genetic source of coolness,
Gramma Bunnie ♥

Calling Me Home

It's been a quiet longing, my desire for a home that fits. Where I can host my friends and have more than one room with three seats available, ya know? I love my home, I am so grateful for it.
AND it's a box. AND it's tiny.
I've been wandering Linda's yard with Willow lately, streamlining what I'd like to have in our yard, too. Dreaming of taking her on a tour of my cool secret yard things.
Like the quail I saw!
But wait, I'm not there yet. this here's a rambling tale, better get something to drink and pee while you're up.
Today was pay rent day and I haven't seen my landlord's wife in a couple of months. She's kinda sweet on me and vice versa ♥ In the course of the hour I hung out while she wrote the receipt, I happened to say, "Ya know, we're not gonna wanna stay in that little place of ours forever. Would you let us know if you guys have anything coming up when our lease is up?" I probably threw in a wink and a we kinda like you guys, we should stay in business together. probably ;)
And then the bomb: Bigger? How about 5 acres? How about right now? Right down the street from you? I ask to see it and I'm told it's the southernmost house in Corvallis. rightdownthestreet!!
I go check it out because the young men renting it previously had gotten injured and flaked out; one injured, one flake. Their handyman, Dan, was there working on cleaning it up and getting it into Rental Shape. Kay draws me a map, she's so excited, to show me to drive almost exactly one mile south of the corner to my current home (just one more reason to love her!).

There are Lilacs. And a picket fence. And a double garage. Raspberries, Apples and Pears, oh my! Two places to have fires (BBQ ala Ricky and Lucy & a stone ringed pit) A prime spot for the garden boxes. And more lilacs ♥ Oh and that's a chicken coop over yonder if you can drag your eyes off the lilacs. I know, I have a hard time too. This bush is just outside the screen porch on the back of the house. Screen porch. The pluses column for this house is getting long, long before I ever get inside. A backyard worthy of hours of chuk-it!
On the minus side, they currently want 300$ more than we pay now. On the plus side, they currently have 6 unemployed renters, he may be ripe for negotiation. The economy and all, ya know.
On the plus side, a pie keep (tall pie wide cupboard with slatted shelves), a flour bin, original wooden counter tops, wait for it an ironing board coming right out of a cute little cupboard on the wall.

Yeah an ironing board just like the one at Gramma Baby's house in Pacoima; the one I was just reminiscing about with her. The neighbor cupboard on the left is the spice rack. Pretty much everything but the linoleum and rental house appliances in the kitchen, gives me a girl-boner. Oh man. A devoted hutch for the dishes. Just like at Gramma Ellis' house.
Oh and it just got better (well, except the bathroom, which may only be tolerable after a good scrub, painting and because the kitchen rocks!) as we looked at the rest -- we, as in, I ran home and showed it to the boys, too.

Let the pondering begin. ♥

Thematic Photographic - Musical 3

May 2005

Road Trip to Grammas (Los Angeles) via the Dodds (Albuquerque)
We used the auxiliary plugs as microphones. Okay, sure, it was at my urging.
I'd bet it's No Doubt's Rock Steady -
Hannah's all time favorite sing-along album.
Mine too!

Hayden played Ohio (Come Back To Texas) for us for the very first time,
as we crossed the teeniest tiniest corner of Texas possible.
He understands the value of a good soundtrack.
I'm not gonna let a small thing like lack of talent
exclude me from being musical ♥

Just a minute ago...

...or the minute or 6 before I read my tagged comment from Q, I took a picture of myself for my 365 blog. So I'm gonna use it here, like as if I read her mind, knew I was about to be tagged and never ever mentioned it on my blog. Yeah, that is soooo cooooool. (read that like Beavis and Butthead, it's how it sounded in here)
I'm on my way home from the Garden Festival-thingie downtown (at the photo moment) where I bought amazing stuff I can't wait to blog about. I listened to Ender's Game while I walked around. No one told me my braids were crooked. All Day. And I got zits. At 40.
I tag the first four folks who read this.
And yes, that means you. (Tena)
Leave a comment so I can take a peek at you. If it makes you feel any better, I got tagged on two blogs and this one ain't so cheery ;) Don't forget to smile!

Thematic Photographic - Musical 2

Today I did a bit of Spring Cleaning for my Favorite Faeries ♥
I moved them to a better, sunnier, less collecting of dead leaves and debris area. Above their space, I added my new Buddha Bell and my Shepherd's Bell from Mary.
Among the gentle flap of the prayer flags, they shall ring a musical welcome to their new fangled majikal abode.
Their home is still primarily made of totem stones from the Yukon, with some newer additions from Oregon, including that amazing heartshaped one! Our Buddha head gargoyle seems more welcoming in this location, with his calm and happy faces beautifully exhibited!
I have Urban Faries, they live among an RC Cola advert and receive offerings in a Coca-Cola lid ♥

Thematic Photographic - Musical

This week's theme has stumped me; I'd like to blame it on my current lack of camera mojo, though it's just one more part of the universe I struggle to explore sans Hannah. That and just a general feeling of resistance to anything sans Hannah I'm experiencing this spring. So mixed in and swirling around with the other thoughts, is my new mission's mantra:
♥ Healing My Daughter's Mother.
I've got the best possible help on this mission.
And a great soundtrack. Willow is my AKC (Ass Kicking Chieftain) and all she has to do is be her Own Self.
She's independent and intense and interested and full of the most amazing information.
This day, she was exploring a fort on her own, while Rowan and I watched (and photographed her) from the window.When she came in, she listened to my MP3 player and I introduced her to the dreamy world of David Cook. Oh yeah, I did ♥ and it healed me.

Dance with Death, part iv

Dance with Death previous installments
Great-Gramma Emma continued to be an amazing source of love through food, she did it well. Even when she made horrible racist comments in front of and to my father, excepting him from her tirade (now, you know I'm not talkinboutchu, ed) somehow we forgave the sin of judgment. I loved her fiercely; in spite of or because of those perfect examples of her human frailty I don't know.
The Christmas before Grampa Harm died, she declared he was welcome to dinner in her home. He lived just around the corner, you see, and it was silly to have had him in her home all those years and now to keep him at bay, home alone on Jesus' birthday. He was coming and Gramma Bunnie and Grampa Bud (her new husband)could decide themselves if they were coming or not, they were grownups afterall. Maybe she somehow sensed it was her last chance to do so.
I turned extra sweet on her after that incredibly brave act of kindness, I wondered what else she had to offer.
It was all too soon, a mere 11 months after Grampa, when she was admitted to the hospital after a heart attack. A promise to visit, oh yes, it came again. We don't have to lie this year, you can get right off the elevator, just as soon as she's stable...
80+ year old women don't always stabilize, she didn't. Daddy walked in the door that night, the night before the day of my visit, with open rivers of tears flowing down his face. I knew his favorite old racist lady was gone. And, again, I got nothin.
I was so angry, the tears like acid in my eyes, I remember nothing of the services.
Nothing but that burning gut sensation of there's got to be a better way.
Because this way fucking sucks.
I didn't wanna dance anymore.

Thematic Photographic - Round 7

It's a great party when Mitch comes 'round with some good beer! ♥

Thematic Photographic - Round 6

These probably help explain my strange relationship with roses.
On the left is a bouquet from Mitch's funeral;
4 carnations (his favorite) and three roses, symbolizing our past and present.
The roses on the right are from Hannah's;
the pink and white roses symbolize Hannah's past and present
(from pink and flesh, to clear and ethereal).
This is a sign I need to get them out of the closet and onto a wall!
Thanks for the opportunity to remember, Carmi! ♥