Atomic Memories

 I know a little bit about the stories of what happened in Hiroshima during World War II. The devastation and the suffering that followed the blast is a lingering reminder of the ravages of war. I'm sad that these things happen at all. The dome frame is an iconic symbol of all that withstood the blast. Many lives were lost, yet life still goes on.

Posted on Flickr by Steve Chasey, Taken 3/30/2023, All Rights Reserved

New Horizons

This is often a reflective time for us during the year. The Catholic season of Lent is an opportunity to step away from the things that draw us away from God. It is a calling to reconsider the distractions and to build a closer relationship with God the Father. We are now a week in, and it is reflective and beautiful.

Image by bertvthul from Pixabay

Carly Rae Jepsen - Part Of Your World (Official Video)

Sweetheart, sing this for me one more time.  I want mmmmoooore!

Time to Get Busy

I remember what he told me before the day.  Now, here I am passing each one by one by one until the blend into a blur.  My routine changes in hopes to remember that I am not just passing the same day over and over.

I write,  I create, I visit to see the places around me.  Did you know that He never traveled more than two hundred miles in any direction from his birthplace.  Even then, his effect was a shock wave hi and around and around to be for ever.

There is this place I remember.  It is in the fields along a wall of rocks about waist high.  It is at an intersection in the middle of the wheat that there is a lone tree.

I never thought that I would follow so earnestly this tale and invitation.  Half embarassed, it wasn't really me there when he talked of it.  Just overheard from a reading passed on, a message left for someone I dearly hoped would be

me too.

It was a nother time.

An innocent man.

Disappeared.  Exonerated.

I often wonder how that place might look, that place on the water.  And so I fall asleep between the tree and the wall, wondering.  And in the waking back to the walking, I looked forward to rise with the sun.

With hope.

Jimmy Barnes - Mustang Sally

Ok, let's fill those coffee mugs.  Break time.  Dance!

This one is among her favorites.  Ok now, don't hog all the spotlight, lady.  It's my turn to dance.  Woo!  Woosday, let's make it through all of you!

Another Labor Day?

Birth isn't the only time a woman celebrates her role as a mother.  Not to forget, there's also mothers by adoption or though marriage as a step parent.  I put together a website for fun to show on Mother's Day.  I started with the idea in 2006, but only now have I had the opportunity to spend time in making it.  Today, I feel it's ready to share.  Please be sure to take a look.

Catch my latest project, a website tribute to mothers!

There are a few stories, a poem or two, videos and photographs.  I would like to add more, and that may happen in the near future.  Have a wonderful day, mothers!  You are an inspiration.

Shopping Charicatures

Did you ever have one of those silly moments of humor while shopping?  Trying to be domestically responsible at home always brings me to film classics like Mister Mom with Michael Keaton.

I spotted this at Home Depot and did a double take before enjoying a chuckle.  The hardware and handyman types probably don't notice.  I thought "strippers" was out of place. What?

Well, I'll just go looking for my light bulbs and bug spray and go about my business.  Speaking of hardware stores, I had an interesting learning experience with my daughters.

We had a mouse problem in our home.  While shopping for a possible solution, I found myself explaining to a four and six year old what I was looking for, and what it would do.  There were the poisons, the spring traps... not the gruesome details, but thoughtfully, I found myself explaining that these traps would end the life of these rodents.

I know what you're thinking.  These are pests, and they must be abated before they overrun our home.  For my children, there was no difference between a furry puppy, a fiesty pony or a group of nesting mice.

We however, already had a plan.  In the last home we lived in, mice from the fields came into our kitchen through the sliding patio door.  The tiny rodents weren't even camping out, they got trapped when we shut the door behind them.  Chasing them with a broom only sent them scurrying elsewhere into the apartment.

Our choice, was "catch and release".  We would trap them and carry them away somewhere else, perhaps further back to their home in the wild fields.  What we got was slightly more expensive than a disposable, conventional trap.  This one we found online because the concept was not a popular one at the hardware stores on the island.

Mouse Cage Trap

A hardware store is an unusual place for an ecology lesson, but that was where other stories began.  After so many bedtime stories of little talking mice with families and personalities and friends, a piece of the real world pierces through but still meets with a gentle, alternative ending.

One afternoon, I heard the door clink shut and I called them over to check it out.  After watching the mice we trapped for a few minutes, the girls followed me on a short walk from our house on the roadside.  There they helped me find a suitable place to set our "lost" visitors free.

Shopping, with good judgement has lessons for all.