12 posts tagged “red”
Lavender you do not see people as better or worse than each other
Thanks me! I really do believe we are all just people, nobody is below me and nobody above.
Here is my patriotic post? Not really, just a set of red white and blue photos, and my take on the VP debates last night. But purely superficially, nothing real heavy.
I am going to be completely honest with you, I am disappointed that Mrs. Palin did not mess up and look like a deer in headlights, that was what I was hoping. Not because of any specific agenda or reason other than it would have been funny. I don't really think either one "won" the debate. I did get to see Palin speak and read what her advisers told her to say. She has kind of been hidden from public and I really want to hear what she has to say. But that's not going to happen, she is well rehearsed in what to say and not.
I do want to say that by the second half of the debate I was thoroughly sick of her accent though. I wanted to scratch my ears out of the sides of my head. Her Folksy speak drives me bananas. Not for the reason you probably think, but because she thinks that is who America is. I am offended by being lumped into the category of Hockey mom (I am not a mom, and I don't know the first thing about hockey besides it is on ice and it looks really mean) and my husband has been reduced to "joe six-pack" my husband does not come home and drink a six pack of beer. That would make him an alcoholic. I am offended that she uses the folksy speak and says that speaks to all Americans. No sweetie, you are offending the lot of us who are intelligent, who read, who makes up a lot of America. We are a nation of really good people who need to be spoken to with respect because a lot of us are very respectable.
So I interpret this as her talking down to America. I want someone to talk to me, with real words. Is that too much to ask?
I layered my clothes as much as I could. It was chilly yesterday. The sun was warm though.
I went to my favorite antique store where they gave me a large scrapbook from 1935 with hundreds of pages filled with newspaper clippings about the Dion Quintuplets. They were an oddity back then, for a woman to have 5 babies, and lived through it as well as the babies. The children were basically taken away from the parents by the Doctor who said they needed constant supervision. He made them a sideshow attraction. People drove from all over to watch them play, eat, sleep, and cry. This is how these girls were raised. Reality TV before TV. I saw a documentary about them and interviews with three of the girls. They talked about how hard it was to be raised by nurses rather than parents. Who by the way never saw a penny from the sideshow racket. They were eventually not allowed to even view the children from the visitors area.
Sad.
yesterdays walk was a bit cooler than any before, but every time I told myself, okay, after this block, I will loop back toward home where the fire is warm and I will heat up a cup of cider to warm my cold face and hands. Then I would see something in the distance that pulled me toward it. I have lived here almost all of my life and it surprises me to find alleys I had never seen before. I must explore them. I zig and zag around town, people give me funny looks, dogs bark, and cats stalk me. I think I need to get a map of my town and take a highlighter, one color for each season, and trace the streets I have walked along. There are holes in my wanderings and I dont want to miss a feather, drop of dew, or late blooming flower. It will take me years to see everything, all within 3 miles of my home.
We had a wind storm roll through the area yesterday, a few trees went down in my area and school let out early which my nephew was thrilled about. A tree fell on his street so I got some free wood for next year to keep me warm. So before the wind came in I went to the backyard and snapped some pictures. I was in my slippers and snowman pajamas. Tip toeing around huge mushrooms. I took several pictures of my monkey tree.
Then this morning it poured so hard I thought the roof would give in, then as fast as it started it stopped. The sun came out, I decided to shed the ducky pajamas and take a quick walk before it gets nasty again. It was so fresh out there, all of the trees that were so full of beautiful red and orange leaves were almost all bare. Some completely bare. All leaves stripped of leaves within a 24 hour period. The sidewalks full of leaves, drains clogged. I kicked them around a bit, then it started to cloud over again. I came home, heated up some water and had a cup of blackberry sage tea with a bit of honey harvested near my home. So, here are some photos I took.
My walk today.
I stepped out my front door, no rain yet....yet. I sat at the end of my walk waiting for my inner self to tell me "Go That Way!" so I went to the right. Good choice. Drips of rain fall from the sky onto my teeny facial hairs, time for my umbrella. Red and white umbrella above my head and striped rubber boots on my feet, I am ready. The wind was cool on my cheeks and it felt good in my aching lungs. I could smell the rain through the smell of smoke wafting from the chimneys of my neighbors. This is what Autumn smells like, rain, decaying leaves, and burning wood. It is a wonderful smell. Down alleys and sidewalks I go. Then I came across the most beautiful mud puddles I have ever seen. They had collected the leaves of all the trees on th block, it looked like confetti, like I was a day late for a fairy party. So, with rubber boots on my feet, I decided to splish splash in the
Tomorrow is a holiday on my husbands side of the family, it is called Thanksmas. Husbands grandparents move to Arizona and winter there, so they miss the holidays. His family is so large that they really do ALL get together. Husbands mom is one of 5 kids, all 5 kids will be there along with their kids and their grandkids. We give modest gifts, like homemade banana bread, cookies, and crafts. I usually make soap but have not had time to make it, so I mounted some of my photos on cards making a small package of stationary. We have been celebrating Thanksmas for at least 8 years, maybe more. One of husbands cousins is about 7 years old and asked his dad how other peoples families celebrate Thanksmas. CUTE! It is just a time we all get together and talk loud and laugh louder. Hope I feel better *crosses fingers*
And here is what I saw!
