Night & Day

 
Do you ever feel something in the air you cannot explain. A heaviness like a secret, hovering and waiting for you to leave so that all the special things can happen while you are not looking. That is what Fauntleroy felt like the other night. The night flowers blooming in the round-a-bout and just down the hill the ferry glowing like the Titanic in the midst of a party at sea. The path to these events lit up by the odd essence of a long sunset and solar lights, seemingly watched over by a turret tucked in the evergreens.

Maybe the whole weekend had that kind of haunt to it. Intermittent rain showers brought in by clouds so thick from the Pacific the weekend was cast in shades of gray. It's that time of the year when moss grows on stone steps, tree trunks and roofs overnight. Those clouds followed us home and it rained in the desert. Now a whipping wind has brought the beginning of April and the promise of the rogue week in April when the temperature reaches into the seventies even near the Puget Sound.

Happy Horoscope

You are looking gorgeous today, Shannon, and don't think that people don't notice! If you walk down the street, expect heads to turn. Take it all in stride, Shannon, and don't let it get to your head! This would be an ideal day to plan an intimate get-together with the significant someone in your life. Shop for some new clothes and take a trip to the beauty parlor in honor of the occasion.

My horoscope for my birthday 3/22/11...what a nice thing to wake up too. What shall I do with the day?

Besides working the eleven hour shift....
I indulged in a chocolate coconut truffle with tea and last evening an intriguing invitation was fulfilled. A pleasant late night rendezvous that was sweet in its wickedness. So waking with those memories on my mind I'm pleasantly satisfied with turning forty-three today.

Vitamin C

This weekend my peeps and I are going to the Korean day spa and spending the day naked then having dinner at Endolyne Joe's my favorite restaurant in all of Washington State.

To be continued......

Miss O and her new dress.

Cloud shadows... Yesterday as we drove across the state, fast like on roller skates as Miss O asked. We dodged rain and snow showers, occasionally the sun would find a break amongst the clouds and cause cloud shadows across the rolling hills of the basin. As we later peaked the marine drive view to my sisters the weather here was the same. The sun shining through the cloud breaks causing shadows on the sound, the negative spots where the sun hit the water glowed in aqua. A breathtaking myriad of colors for our drive.

Tea this morning in the warm hues of my sisters kitchen and looking forward to a day at the naked spa with Bren and our annual body scrub. My peeps came down with the creeping crud and Bren and I are on our own today. Think I will talk her into popping into Sephora for my free birthday gift. Tonight dinner at Endolyne Joe's.

Also to be continued..... in pictures.... well of the last half of the day...no cameras in the spa and the number one lasting impression at the spa.....fuzzy bear hairy nipples....

I had an ET martini that was lined with pink pop rocks. Dinner was good and dessert was divine. So full we needed to walk down to the waterfront and watch the ferry. On the way Olivia skated in hot pink roller skates and I saw a house that made me think of a new book idea.

After dinner walk

Fauntleroy Ferry

Superheros

I was able to retrieve something this weekend that made me giddy with pleasure quite like the high after a carnival ride with your friends.
Why the hell did I wait so long? I wonder as I cross the dark plank wood floors, the heels of my shoes snapping with contact and purpose. Leaving the store with warm pleasure and relief coursing through my veins. My now complete flashdrive in my pocket and #61 at my side to boot.

I stopped in at Radio Shack in Cle Elum with my flashdrive and checked with the team of two guys who are working on my old laptop and were able to get a file of a novel off the hard drive.
I just was not able to function without it....since October.... I have been desolate and lost without those pages. The lost pages of writing for a novel that is currently called Mil (Honey in Gaelic). Granted I have been busy securing my future at Amazon, paying bills and not focusing much on the writing, however my heart was just not in it because of the loss.

A writers block in some form for me, note to self.....that is what your flashdrive and external backup harddrive are for, to avoid six months of self imposed desolation.

I had a pleasant weekend away; hanging with my boys, popping in to see a few friends. Got stuck in a snowbank bright and early this morning with #61 playing hero to his mom by coming to rescue her.

All the way home I focused on my novels, the words of songs and goals in my life.
If I had a superpower, actually let me rephrase that.. my superpower is intuition. If I don't like somebody...I do not like that body. But recently I decided to focus on the first twenty minutes at Amazon and how I felt (I felt like I had found the place I was meant to work... love the motto... "work hard, have fun and make history" plus they have two offices in Ireland and it is never boring, they embrace creativity and uniqueness...) and that is what I needed to do with my life. Use my superpower of intuition on myself to recognize what I want....stop hindering myself with always looking for something and also denying that something... and make the decision about what I truly want my life direction to be. Stop denying what I truly yearn for and make it happen.

The dream: living in Ireland two years from now or less; working in the job I want, writing and painting.

As the writing of the blog grows with my thoughts, I will end it by saying Cheers to all the superhero's I encountered this weekend. The computer guys, Al & Rod, #61 and myself of course.

May the force be with you....

Mickey Blue Eyes and I were talking the other day, actually he was on a tear and ranting that the world was going to end in six months. I argued with him till the cows came home, hearing in my voice the friendly arguments I enjoy with my Father every other day.

"Japan, New Zealand, then the tsunami hitting Japan, Hawaii, our coastline. The glaciers are melting. Everything is going to shit Mom. I  need to go to Vegas before it ends."

"Vegas? You want to go to Vegas before the world ends? Why would you choose Vegas?"

This conversation went on and on in lighthearted fun. The world will not end, we as little specks of humanity have no control over Mother Nature. We might end, but the world is not going to end.

Which brings to mind my thoughts of when; government, developers and other such agents try to control the weather, tap into predicting it, or try changing the earth to protect ourselves. 
One of my favorite stories from Roslyn prior to Suncadia building the master planned resort: the developers showed a new map to a local guy. They explained to him the layout and how they had moved the elk migration trail out of the way of some houses. He looked at them oddly and then asked "Did you tell the Elk you were moving it, did they listen and agree?" He said they gave him a look....like he was the crazy one.

The other day I was driving into town, and noticed how a grouping of sand dunes had been turned to farmland. Shook my head at it trying to be controlled and contained with our desert and winds. It did not look like it was going well, shifting sands and all that. Leading me to the conversation I had today at lunch; I made a similar comment when my Dad was explaining to G-man that water was an issue for their farm in China. They needed to tap the river and control the sand dunes. In my mind nature has a way of taking back what she needs when the world least expects it. There are reasons no one should really try to turn a desert into farm land.

.....But they just gave me a look.....like I was the crazy one....

You cannot tell the weather-mother nature what the hell is going to happen, when it's going to happen and how it's going to happen. It just doesn't work that way. She is a powerful force and as a woman always has the prerogative to change her mind just to fuck with you.

Happy Saint Patricks Day!

Eire

Saturday night I started experimenting making some Irish soda bread while drinking a bit of Bushmills. It is the week that always makes me think of Ireland; Saint Patrick's Day is on Thursday and this week I always seem to reminiscence about my trips to Ireland. Sharing some of my favorite places in Eire this week. Slainte!

Tara, Shannon and Kerry on the Cliffs of Moher.

O'Reilly's Pub in Kilgarvan. Cheers to the O'Reilly's and there lovely welcome.
RIP Jerry Doyle

Kenmare Stone Circle

Downtown Kenmare:
Only here that three American girls can be known by a local driving down the street.
LOL. Good times!

Giants Causeway: What a hike!

Ennis, mmmm parties, hangovers and meet and greets....

 And the Rock of Cashel; fabulous meals and scenery.

 And the lovely Mallow breakfast and hangover before Blarney Castle

 Waiting patiently to go back, perhaps permanently....

A clean sweep

The sun is peering into my room so brightly that as I sit in front of my laptop this early March morning, I can feel myself glowing. It is sitting in the sky in such a spot that it warms my shoulder and to be able to see I have to turn my head away from it, making it alight on the side of my head and if I glance down at the spot it glows a warm golden red. Recalling that I have a hair appointment today.

This leads me into the thoughts that I woke with on my mind; cutting it off and also how time with my thoughts and life empty of the last frontier has lead time to not be so kind in thoughts of him. I wake with memories, conversations on my mind that I find irritating. Although more aptly all my recent years experience feel as if they can be removed with a swipe of scissors with deeper introspection.

Rapunzel, Samson and Delilah....who else brings hair to mind and the removal of ones power over another or themselves?

On a lighter note; I have been thinking about a new hairstyle for months, perhaps even a year. I have two options in mind, one is long and one involves removing at least five inches of hair or more. More than anything I'm feeling weighted down by the style and maintenance. Heavy hair, heavy thoughts and a sun that has disappeared behind cloud cover.

Square one

Square one done!

Late last year I started a quilt, that is applique and has some of my favorite flowers in it. Today I completed square one, of my favorite flower the tulip. Only eight more squares to go. At the rate of one square every six months give or take a few days... my quilt should be done in about 4.5 years. LMAO.. now that is some funny shit...

Embarkation of Mimosa Mornings

The lovely and fragrant Mimosa Tree.

All week I have been thinking heavily about something, someone actually that has been riding the fringe of my thoughts. Need to run downstairs and grab my cup of tea while organizing thoughts. Added in a couple loads of laundry and perused through a cookbook and now back at the writing desk. My horoscope of the morning is inspiring and sometimes a direct line to my own thoughts, and also the name of my blog. Too cool.

Move quickly today, and don't stop for anything or anyone. There are many opportunities around. This is a terrific day to get your creative juices flowing. Have you ever considered writing a book? Perhaps you should think about creating a children's story, a novel, or an autobiography. Take the inspiration of the day and put it too good use by getting some words down on paper.

This guy on the fringe of thoughts may very well be younger, actually when aren't they? With the exception of The Last Frontier (RIP) they always are. He seems to be quirky and interesting. So what I'm deliberating is how to be interested and show it. Say his name? Smile? Start a conversation? All those things are wingman needed situations in my little world. Perhaps I could muster up a Hi and say his name. Once upon a time he did the same and now I'm paying attention.

The spiderweb fine buds

Final day of the weekend, and I have another bout of exercise planned with my peeps and breakfast with Mimosa's, then off to Yakima to meet up with #61 for the afternoon. I'm needing some quality time with him and he accepted my offer of meeting half way.

And finally the Mimosa tree. While living in the wilds of hill country in North Texas I would walk past a series of Mimosa trees that sat lording over a creek and a one car railroad tie bridge. On initial inspection they are almost kind of creepy and spider like. But the longer I stand there in the sultry late spring morning, staring at it, the hot pink fringe clusters begin to sway sexily in a breeze. The whole tree reminds me of sex in the summer and fairs in August steeped with the scent of cotton candy. The scent and odd beauty, the slow languishing movements of the tendrils being held by strong leaves. The tree won me over in minutes and that tree is a great comparison to how I like to come to know a person. Plus the drink of the same name is a fine addition to a Sunday morning brunch.

The smell; how to describe? Cotton candy fruity sex?

Back to life

Settling in on the new schedule, finessing the meals. It's difficult to plan an eleven hour day and your food needs. The first day I did not take enough and was starving, and had to pop into McDonald's for a cheeseburger plain, and it came back not plain. Eating only the outside edges, apparently not hungry enough to eat mustard, pickles and ketchup. Yesterday I packed two lunches and snacks, and at the second lunch was quite sick of the meal I had ate three days in a row and the second time in one day. With that said I have learned something everyday. Today's plan of action is a sandwich, dinner and snacks. That worked out alright, but Thursday I did three meals and that was a little heavy. So what my final realization of what works... light meals and snacks and a healthy dinner. And occasionally a McDonalds Happy Meal.

I enjoyed waking this morning with two thoughts on my mind and I went and saved this days ago and now for the life of me cannot remember what those thoughts were. But this morning I'm up early to write in my new journal (went and bought that cool owl one I talked about blogs ago), color my hair and then off to meet my peeps for breakfast at IHOP and then we are hiking Badger Mountain. I don't think I have seen my peeps physically since Grandpa's memorial. So it will be good to catch up.

The hike was strenuous and ran into a fellow Amazonian on the hill. The view and the company were well worth the aches that I can feel settling in as I watch Juno. Having a rare weekend alone at the house and have just spent time with myself thinking about things and sucking in a large amount of television that is rare for me to do. Favorite line from Juno.

"He is the cheese to my macaroni."

The fingers of God