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First I painted Mr. Moon on yupo paper with alcohol inks, then uploaded to computer and worked a little digital magic.
Dancers on a string
Guided by fingers above
When sightseeing in Glasgow I came across this interesting art mural. I love wall art! This one happened to be on a building right next to the tour bus I was about to get on, so I didn’t get to see if Glasgow had a plethora of wall artists or if this was just one of a few. I came across an interesting article titled The Wonderful World of Glasgow Street Art and Graffiti. It looks like there is plenty of wall art in Glasgow, so I’ll definitely keep my eyes peeled on my next visit to this wonderful city!
Green leaves so soft, so bright, so tender,
Emerging in the first blush of spring,
Bringing forth newness of life,
So fragile, so frail, ever so gentle
With the first bloom of life,
Just waiting to strengthen their sensitive young growth
Into glowing strong armours of emerald delights,
Swaying amidst the elements of love both seen and unseen,
Sharing with nature the joys of being.
Calico she is
Mottled orange and black with white
That’s my sweet Suzie
Gremlins on the bed
Glowing lights of eerie cast
Where did my cats go?
One more week till Spring!
Here’s a puzzle I made this past week; or I should say, finished, as it took me more than a week to put together!
This is a watercolor pencil drawing of my back patio overlooking the woods and lawn. In a few months my little garden should be aburst with color – couple of hibiscus, rose bushes, Cape daisies, gladioli, and ornamental grasses and hosta.
Tender flowers bloom
Grass grows green and bright
Spring is almost here
It’s hard for me to speak openly about my private life but haiku to the rescue! The word for Sensational Haiku Wednesday is Active. Try your hand at writing haiku – visit Jenn’s Sensational Haiku Wednesday and add yours!
Her mind is active
And her body just won’t quit
Busy, so busy
New thoughts going round and round
Where will they take me?
A new season comes
Future horizons beckon
Where will they lead me?
Sunday morning our dear pet, SparkyRipple, died. She was fourteen years old, and being a German Shepherd mix, that is a ripe old age for a dog her size. But it still doesn’t help ease the grief of losing such a sweet pet. Now she’s gone to cross over the rainbow bridge where Sushi, her dearest friend, will meet her.
When Sushi passed away in 2007 Sparky was so forlorn and sad. In 1999 when I left Arizona to go to Florida to await the birth of my grand-daughter and to help her mom for the first four months I really missed our two dogs, Armstrong and Mandy. So as a surprise for my birthday, my daughter gifted me with a pomeranian named Sushi that we had seen the week before and I had absolutely fallen in love with her .
A week or so later I received a call from my husband back in Arizona and he gave me the shocking news that someone had put a dog in our back yard – a German Shepherd mix! We had never had a big dog for a pet, so I tried to talk him into taking her to the animal shelter but he just couldn’t do it – he really liked this little-puppy-about-to-be-a-big-dog. In the end, we kept the dog and named her SparkyRipple – Sparky for short. So he also was given a dog for a birthday present (we have birthdays just five days apart). I left having two dogs and came home owning four!
When Sushi and I drove back to Arizona we had a wonderful bonding experience. She enjoyed traveling as much as I did! The first week home Sushi got along with Armstrong and Mandy right away – Mandy was just a little bigger than her and Armstrong, our only male dog, kept to himself. But Sushi showed a great interest in Sparky from the beginning. She’d get really excited and want to play with Sparky but was a little afraid of her big size. Slowly though she would inch closer to Sparky when she was laying down. Pretty soon Sushi would go all the way up to her and give her a kiss. They became best of friends, and as I said, Sparky really grieved when she died and the few times that she would come in contact with a little dog she’d become excited and would want to play and have the same type relationship she had with Sushi. She had this desire until last year when Sunnie came into our lives. Sunnie is our white and orange cat who was born and raised outside with dogs the first two or three months of her life. So she had absolutely no fear of Sparky and won her heart right away. After that, Sparky’s motherly instincts were satisified.
In the beginning of February Sparky started limping on her left front leg and I took her to the vet. The vet examined her, all her tests were okay; she said Sparky had severe arthritis and put her on an Ansaid med. It became a little better in a few weeks but then returned and I had a appointment to go back to the vet’s this week. Her entire left leg became swollen and she definitely wasn’t feeling well Saturday night. When I awoke at seven Sunday morning I went to the balcony overlooking the family room downstairs to see if she was in her bed, but she wasn’t, so I went downstairs to see where she was laying. There she was, laying on the tiled dining room floor, the first room I would go into after coming downstairs. After moving her back onto the carpet in the family room I stayed with her and she passed away about an hour and a half later.
Sparky’s Spirit lives
In me, in Roy and Mandy
She was such a joy!
Getting old is an amazing phenomena! I mean, only a person my age can understand how one feels when they reach the “golden years” of mid-70s through 80s. Of course, I’m speaking from my own viewpoint, but having talked to many a person in there late 70s to mid-80s there seems to be universal agreement that it’s an awesome wonder at how we reached such an advanced age! Especially since it was just yesterday (so it seems) that we were in our teens. To a younger person this may seem a trivial or just a passing thought, but to someone my age this is a feeling that is lived each and ever day, usually while in the bathroom staring at that person in the mirror – or at least once a week.
Today on the church bulletin a friend’s birthday was mentioned. After services we had our usual coffee get-together and another friend and I went up to wish her a happy birthday – and then asked how old she was. I figured she was around 82, but it turned out she is now 85! To my eyes she is a well-preserved, hardy, stand-up-tall 85-year-old. But probably to a younger person she looks pretty old. When I arrived home I told my husband it was my friend’s 85th birthday. It’s hard to believe that so many of my friends are in their 80’s! What am I doing running around with a bunch of 80-year-olds?! I remember when mother first moved here at 92 years of age. She absolutely refused to live with me – or my out-of-state brothers, so we checked out all the assisted living facilities. We’d go in, look around, and she’d turn and head on out the door, saying, “I’m not going to live with a bunch of old people”!
Well, I don’t want to belabor this subject, but, oh, one other thing that has changed in my advanced years – even from just one year ago. My face. It had always been my belief that, sure, wrinkles come with age – so what! No way would I even think about plastic surgery to uplift, smooth away, cut away, eradicate or any other type of cosmetric surgery. Hmmm, where did all these wrinkles come from in the last six months??? This will not do! Somehow, I’ve got to get rid of them. Yes, surgery sounds tempting – just a slight nip and tuck under the chin…… no, not worth the pain nor the chance that more wrinkles will follow! But maybe something else – Prep H? Flour and water? I guess the most painless and the best solution is to stop looking at myself in the mirror! I can remember a few years back when driving my mother to the hearing doctor she stopped looking in the visor mirror, turned to me, and said, “Sandra, I want to go to the doctor”. And I said, “What for Mom”? Mother pulled the skin under her chin taut and replied (at 96-years-old), “I want him to get rid of these wrinkles”!
So it is what it is – aging gracefully with a lot of internal dialogue going on that would flabbergast a youngster!
Inertia sets in
Wrinkles pile up, body sags
But onward we go
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