You turned 65 today; yet
Elderly is not how I think of you.
Another day for most is a
Really big one for you…
Silly as it may seem.
Fabulous is what you are even when you’re
Lost in your thoughts
Years fly by my love and I’m so glad that you’re mine.
I thought of you today
And I smiled 😀
I remembered your watchful gaze
From just the other day.
I know you so well
And I smile 😀
You look out for me
While managing to make life
Your warmth and love
Make me smile 😀
Your eyes tell me
That you love me.
How did I get so lucky?
How did I fall so hard
For a pair of brown eyes
I thought my heart had a formidable guard.
But then I see you
And I smile 😀
I think of you
And I smile 😀
I smell or feel your presence
And I smile 😀
You have everything I need
And I smile 😀
Tis a note
For the turtle movers
Who share the roads of life.
In my little place
Upon this planet
I am lucky
To interact with turtles
Who are on their
Treks to who knows.
I truly look forward
To seeing the shelled creatures
On their way in the middle
Of my way, home.
If possible (and it always is)
I will stop to assist
The turtle to anywhere else
Rather than the back roads
Of my home town.
Sadly I haven’t saved them
All from the crushing
Blows of tires on vehicles
Going too fast or careless.
But I know that I at least
Helped my few
For a day or two
To be off the roads
Footloose and fancy free.
I will always wonder
Where they really
Yet I simply set them in the grass
In the direction their shells
So to the turtles in my
Speck of the world
Know that I look out for you
Each season because I care.
I just hope I’m helping
I’d hate to make
your journey longer
So keep coming back
And I will honor your
Trek on the roads of life.
Coffee and cats
Who is to say
How these cats know
What’s in my cup each day.
But they do
Or at least they must
Because when my cup is set down,
It’s secret is a bust.
I keep my cup covered
To help in case of a spill
That is inevitable
With a swipe and a grin.
I swear my cats grin
When they swipe at my cup
The dogs wait under the edge
Of the table looking up
I think that they
are in cahoots
The cats swipe
The dogs lick
Nothing is sacred
From the juice they pick.
So I actually got a sign
From my husband
“Do not leave food unsupervised!”
Because of the cats
My cups of coffee
And the puddle that lies
(On the floor.)
My overwhelming question for this past weekend is, was it worth it? And to that I have to say yes. I learned so much about what to bring expect and prepare for. Ya know?
WHAT TO BRING?
2. Extension cords.
3. Electric plugins (both pronged and usb)
4. WiFi of your own somehow. We relied on my mothers mifi pack.
5. Square credit card processors
6. Something to do. The flow of the customers isn’t always “there” so find a way to be busy. (Crafters were making more of their wares to fill up their inventory.)
7. Water. Keep hydrated.
8. Decor. Keep it classy though. Sometimes too much is just too much.
9. Product cleaner. No one likes a dirty or dusty piece. Keep those doo-dads sparkling!
WHAT TO PREPARE FOR.
A. Anything and everything.
B. Weather. We had torrential downpour and then beautiful breezes. Luckily we were indoors but when others get wet, your stuff gets wet. It can also cause humidity and warmth that you just can’t breathe through.
C. Rare and odd pieces for sale. I saw a full coyote face stretched out over a vintage ladies cap from the 1920’s. Very scary.
I bought a drum, necklace, backpack and body spray.
D. The kindness of strangers. There were so many different times that I was able to count on the the honesty and care of strangers. I started to feel sick in a quick downward spiral and the next thing you know, people came out of no where to find me water and give me a bathroom break, manage my booth and give me a smile.
E. Different payment methods. Some by credit. Some by cash. Some by product trade. Some by candy. Regardless it opens up a whole new world of conversation for you.
F. In my case, prepare to learn a lot. Learn about electric engineering. How to dry things off that have been saturated with coffee. Learn about the importance of scissors, fishing line, tape, and zip ties.
G. Certain types of massages are better than others. As long as your body is ready for the Toxin Dump. I had a great spiritual Etheric Massage and it sent me zinging! Oh boy did I zing! And then the toxins she released started to zing. There was a potty break immediately after. And then within three hours, there was a very necessary ride back to the hotel.
H. Being ignored, humored and used for your blinky rings. Neither of these reflect on a book about Hashimoto’s and Hypothyroidism.
I. No matter where you are, after you have explained everything to the nth degree; you risk having them say “ oh, hunh. Thanks.” And walks away. It it a bad idea to fall to your knees and grab onto their knees while begging “ Why?! Don’t you want to buy my ___________?!” Or growl as they walk away. First of all, they may have a friend hanging out in the back ground watching your response who is all too eager to “tell” on you. Bottom line, be resilient. Smile. Think to yourself it’s ok. Their truth might be different than yours and they just need some time to process your truth.
When it’s all said and done make sure that your helpers know how much you appreciate them and all that they did for you.
THANKS MOM AND THANKS RON, YOU TWO ARE THE BEST! 🙏
It’s official! I have lived away from “home” since 2003. I packed up my life in Phoenix AZ, stuffed it into a 1997 Ford Taurus and drove it over 2,000 miles to NE MI May 30, 2003.
I wish that I could say it was for a singular significant reason but it was for a million little reasons. I once told an inquiring mind, who asked, “What brings you all the way to MI?” I replied “Sex.” Only to find out later that the inquiring mind was the local Priest. Oh boy. When I saw him later that day, I apologized profusely for being such an ass. (Turns out he knew I was kidding, thank goodness).
Seriously though, why did I move here? Was it because…
1. My mom and her husband spend six out of twelve months here?
2. My favorite dog had moved here to be safe from the Animal Control in AZ?
3. I met a new friend who had adopted my dog?
4. The change of scenery?
5. The four seasons?
6. My inner spirit screaming for independence?
7. A fresh start?
10. Getting away from the cross hairs of an ex-fiancé?
11. Simple living?
12. Mayberry vs. The Jetsons?
13. Combination of the above?
14. The wildlife?
15. The Northern Lights?
16. The fresh air and room to move?
As it turns out, without whining or complaining about AZ and it’s inhabitants, the answer is 13 multiplied by a million.
Arizona was a whole other lifestyle. Everyone had a pool of some sort (above or below ground). We all walked around with chlorine treated hair and sun tans (burns). You only wore pants if you worked somewhere with those being a part of the dress code. The highest temperature it reached when I was there was 122°.
Outdoor Christmas decor consisted of ornaments and fire retardant lights on the palm tree in your front yard -assuming that you had one in your Lunar Landscaping. Running out of water was always a concern, so few folks had lush, grass and trees for landscaping. One could smell citrus blossoms every Winter in the downtown area. There are malls everywhere and a Walmart on every corner. You could get food delivered to your door. You could also get burns on your hands from driving if you were parked in the sun. Arizona took a special kind of person to find it beautiful and enjoy the one season. I was/am not that person.
I can think back as far as Third Grade for wanting to move to a different state -Maine, to be exact. Why Maine? My Third Grade Teacher (Mrs. Bazell), had us do a report on our favorite state for a Geography/ Social Studies project. I did some minor research and decided that Maine seemed ideal. It had a beach, four seasons and was as far away from AZ as one could be. I made that poster board with any and everything that I was sent form the Chamber of Congress. I was in love. No one in my family was interested in moving there, so I was stuck in The Valley of the Sun and Grand Canyon state until I turned 18.
As you know Michigan is the furthest North East that I have ever visited or set up stakes (so-to-speak). But I love it here! I don’t regret moving here; even though it’s not Maine.
The booklets from Maine’s Chamber of Commerce are reminiscent to what I have now…
• Four Seasons.
•Leaf color change.
•Strong history in the Country’s foundation.
•Small Towns with Rustic Charm.
•Norman Rockwell and Mayberry mentality.
•Unique museums and venues.
If asked in the future as to why I moved to Michigan from Arizona, I can safely say, “For love”. My dog (Number 2 & 3) led me to my best friend who later became my husband. We are indeed, living happily-ever-after on our seven acre wooded property, in a beautiful home only seven miles away from fresh water and beaches. Besides Maine May have an abundance of lobster, but Michigan has Vernors, the best ginger ale.
I still go back to AZ for family celebrations, holidays and surprise visits. That’s it though. I don’t know that I could live there 24/7/365 again. Maybe when I’m older and fall out of love with cold weather. Ha! Like that will ever happen!
Side note, I always took French as a second language. My father used to insist how impractical that was because AZ is so close to Mexico, and they speak Spanish. Well Dad I now live super close to Canada where they speak FRENCH. So there. Not so impractical now is it? 😊
Do you ever wake up and wonder whatever happened to so-and-so? I mean, they used to be such a huge chunk of your life! How could they slip away unnoticed?
I’ve had people come into my life and stay for long periods and people who have made a difference in my life in five minutes and then be gone.
How does that work exactly? What’s the name of that algorithm?
For the most part I love people. I don’t care how you look, just how you treat others, ya know? I know that there are creepy people who don’t have my best of heart at interest. They just have a mission and every once in a blue moon or so, I happen to be in their way. No biggie, I can move.
My real question is what happens to the people who touched your soul, held your heart, made you laugh from your core and then slipped away?
I asked a Psychologist about it and the gist of the answer was that we’re supposed to go through those experiences. And yes, sometimes it hurts when they leave (willingly), and sometimes we don’t even notice when they’ve gone. I can think of a few who have been so intertwined with me that they were able to figuratively move my soul.
The movie Somewhere in Time With Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour really got me thinking!
If you’ve seen it, you know what I mean. If you don’t know what I mean, re-watch it. If you haven’t seen it, remove the rock you live under and then rent it.
Albeit the point that I am trying to make is that the very essence of love must be part of the definition of my preponderance today.
Make sense? I don’t mean sex or physical love (only). I mean, the real stuff. The stuff that Angels float around on. Prayers, maybe? Seedlings during allergy season? Blessings in disguise as humans?
That’s what I want to know. Whatever that is. In the meantime I am going to go and snuggle up on my husband and fur babies, while they’re here.