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Another Change!

11 Feb

WOW – “There is nothing permanent except change.”  Heraclitus

Dear Sweetie –

You’ve probably noticed that, once again, I’ve changed the name of my blog.  What is with you, Grandma!  Perhaps it’s too much coffee.  Or perhaps my life is changing at record speed and I need a way to talk about it.

As many of my loyal followers know (total zero) I began this column as a cooking column in an attempt to encourage healthy eating.  One of my friends read it while consuming large bowls of M&M’s.  Come on you guys!  You all know what healthy eating looks like and you’re all strong enough to put on your big boy/girl pants, depending on your fashion preference, and do what’s right.

Then I morphed this column into babble.  Blah Blah Blah.  That got tiring even to me.  All the while, however, I’ve been writing delightful and amusing letters (my bias) to friends and grandkids.  I loved doing it and they loved getting them, which they assured me of at Christmas  as they lined up to get their holiday card with twenty bucks in it.  It was also a way to stay connected, spew facts about my insignificant life, pseudo journal, and give the kids enough ammunition for a future sanity hearing.  Oh what fun!

And so I’m morphing this blog into a “Dear Sweetie” letter format.  As you can see, the quote at the top of the blog is preceded by WOW, which stands for Words of Wisdom.  Obviously, these are not my words but some quote that has meaning in light of the words that follow, or not.

For those of you who are slow readers rest assured that I’m typing this slowly to accommodate you.  Please feel free to comment, share this with your friends (both of them), and examine your own exciting life.  For you know what they say about the unexamined life.  We’ll get into that later.

Loveya – The Grandma

 

 

Define Nice

31 Aug

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”  Oliver Platt

My son recently moved into his own apartment.  Details of the move are unimportant except to say that I was invited to assist and got to carry dresser drawers and boxes filled with his life.

The important thing about the move, as I saw it, is that it marked the beginning of a new phase of his life.  It was a “begin again” move.  And in some people’s eyes it might be seen as a step down.  His new dwelling is a small space of only two rooms and and an unlit storage locker.  Laundromat is three blocks away.  No garage.

When relating the news to a friend she asked if his new place was nice.  I asked her to define nice. “You know, a clean bathroom and a lovely, functional kitchen area.”  I asked her for another definition of nice.  She asked if it was simply a space that a man on his own would use to sleep in.  That was closer to the truth, yet I think it will finally feel like a home to him.

And then there was my reaction.  I was so envious.  I’ve lately been craving to downsize.  I’ve discussed this with my husband and we’ve agreed that in two years we’re going to look for a smaller home.  Probably in a town with amenities within walking distance.  He suggested we move into the country and I reminded him that we’re fast approaching the age where the kids might rescind our driving privileges.  Living in the country might lose some of its charm.

But whatever the future holds, I know that there can always be a “begin again”.  And by working with the bits of wisdom that have come to me over the years, I’m looking forward to those times!

Loveya – The Grandma

Food Update

13 Jul

“Tastes Like Chicken”

A number of blogs ago I decided to share my new venture of shopping every day and not, I repeat, NOT stocking my fridge.  The idea is to purchase only what you’re going to eat for the day.  So here’s the report on that adventure.

First, I’m spending a lot less on food.  Second, It’s much easier to see the crud in the fridge when it’s not stuffed with food.  Third, I don’t have to worry about getting things into the freezer because the freezer is virtually empty.  And finally, nachos and potato salad isn’t such a bad meal.

Yes, sometimes we eat rather “interesting” combinations in order to use up what’s in the fridge.  This evening I will dine on sautéed swiss chard from the garden and a side of spicy chips with guacamole and mango salsa.  Can you say Wacko Heaven.  It’s really OK to eat what you really enjoy eating.  If you have a love of veggies, so much the better.

There were a few glitches, such as, when we invited people to a picnic, purchased food for the gang, and got rained out.  That was part of the birth of the nachos and potato salad meal.  Bottom line, however, is my hearty endorsement of such shopping and dining.  And just think of what you can do with all the money that you’ll save!

HapCh

 

Not Nachos and Potato Salad Again!

 

Apology, Sort Of

4 Feb

“You can only give what you are…”  Richard Rohr

Don’t think the above quote has anything to do with today’s entry into my blogdom, but I like the quote so you’re stuck with it.

Today I need to talk about my continuing work toward a tidy house.  (See Jan 9 blog entry)  Most every drawer and closet are now looking their best.  Left to do is my art studio, which will take a bonfire to finish properly.

And then there are all the items (hundreds) that grace my house.  Mugs and artificial flowers and knick knack paddy whacks.  It’s now time to take each in hand, ask the magic question whether the item brings me joy, and on that criteria alone, decide its fate. Three large bags of such items now sit in the kitchen awaiting their trip to the thrift store.

And so I apologize in advance to those of you who’ve given me one-of-a-kind treasures (such as mugs with pithy sayings), may visit in the future, and find them gone.  This is not a reflection on your taste.  It’s simply a reflection on my state of mind at this time.

At some later date will I wake up and lament, “Why did I get rid of that mug that said, ‘It’s either me or the house.  Only one of us is going to look good’.”  Probably not.  

And what did I keep?  A rock.  A cutting board.  And a teapot I made in an art class many years ago.  They bring me joy.  Especially the teapot which generally brings about guffaws when people see it.  For some reason that’s never bothered me.  I love my little teapot, short and stout.

TPot

Like a child that didn’t turn out exactly like the other kids on the block.  Gotta love it!

In Jail

31 Jan

“Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.”  John F Kennedy

The other day I was visiting with a group of friends and acquaintances (there is a difference) when people began to share their incarceration stories.  With the drunk driving laws and laws about possession a lot of people have spent small amounts of time in the slammer.

But I?  Of course not!  While stories circled around the room I kept thinking, “But I’VE never been in jail.”  I did have other thoughts about my superiority but I refuse to go into that and admit what a mental pain in the butt I can be.  My secret.

But then it dawned on me.  I’ve lived most of my life in jail.  I’m locked into certain behaviors in order to gain acceptance.  And I’ve locked out certain ways to live my life in order to appear to be a good person and a normal person.  For goodness sakes, we all want to be normal!

I think it’s this age thing that has me dealing with such thoughts.  Fortunately, I have a lovely friend who, along with age, has acquired a bit of wisdom.  A bit more than I have, at any rate.  She suggested that such thoughts could be the result of, finally, maturing.  She also suggested that I take it slow.

There goes my plan to run off with a young lover, which is good, as I don’t have a young lover and my husband would probably frown on the idea.  Instead I’ll go out to my art studio (an abandoned shed) and put some of this down on canvas.   My way?  I hope I can.

Loveya – The Grandma 

I Was A Happy Child?

20 Jan

“Live what is, not what if.”

HapCh

As the picture from my childhood shows I did not immediately find Nirvana in life.  My older sister was always trying to give me a boost, or was it boss me around.  Looks like she was trying to get me on or off the swing.  My memory’s a little unclear on that point.

Fortunately, I’ve found a modicum of happiness by pursuing things that make me happy.  Who knew!  Also, I seldom expose my panties in public anymore.  Good?  Bad?  You decide.

The way I pursue/find my happiness is through creating interesting pieces of art.  Right now I’m working on a piece that is absolutely magnificent, subject to change without official notice.  I keep changing colors here and there, painting over areas, and then going to bed hoping that the elves or good fairies or whoever will show up in the middle of the night and fix my creation.  But then I remember that that was shoes.

So there’s nothing left to do but get up the next day and have another go at it.  Fortunately, again, I have absolutely no formal art training, except for high school art classes where the instructor held up a piece of my art as an example of what not to do.  I swear it left me scarred for life but the people who judge disability cases turn a deaf ear to my pleas.

But back to the last fortunately.  Because I don’t have any formal art training I can’t be hemmed in by rules about art and creating art because I don’t know what the rules are.  Please, if you have any compassion, don’t tell me if you happen to know.  This is my playground and at my age I choose to play with my toys.

Loveya – The Grandma