Late Night

It's late, way to late for school age children to be up but, there is lightning flashing and thunder booming. Tiger dog hides under the desk laying across my feet and beside him is BJ, hanging on my leg. The cats are as close as they can get while still maintaining the appearance of being independent. Bower's in my lap, Bart is in the basket on my desk, Mo curls up on the printer and August paces the floor, glaring at the dog. Little Farm Boy huddles next to me, wide eyed each time the sky lights up.

I can't type and it's getting hard to breath. Ah well, it's not good to have the PC on during an electrical storm. I pry kids and critters off and with my menagerie in tow I head to bed.

So Gyps advise me that since we are related and she is the Most Noble and Honourable Gypsy the Splendid of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch I too must have a peculiar aristocratic title. So, I did the research and low-n-behold there it was:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Baroness Tink the Spurious of Lardle Midhoop Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

I feel so special!

Just Keep Swimming

Hip-hip-hooray, it's back to school day.

It's a day of firsts at our house. Nathan starts kindergarten, Mouse starts middle school, it's Layla's first year at the main High School campus and BJ's first year home with just mom.

With just 10 minutes until we leave for the first bus run I think back on the summer and all the great times, what a blast! It's a cross roads kinda day. I know Gyps would tell me something profound about not looking back, moving forward... "just keep swimming, just keep swimming".

Final call for flight 1, all passengers should be on board and prepared for departure, final call!

And the journey goes on!

Transition

Summertime elegantly clothed in her tapestry of rich greens dotted with the shining colors or flowers and birds begins to grow restless. It's time for her to move on and leave her realm to her sister Autumn.

The sisters draw close to each other knowing that soon one will have to move on. The mornings are crisp with Autumn's breath as she begs her sister to stay just a little longer. Summer weeps and sometimes rages with the thought of leaving, and despite the forces pulling her away she clings to her sister for as long as possible.

Soon Summer will move on and Autumn will rule alone. In her pain she will send the brightly colored birds to warmer climes, drain the green from the leaves, redressing them in crimsons and golds. Then, she will see her brother Winter approach and together they decorate the world in frost and chase animals into warm burrows and nests.

On and on it goes, through wars and famine, birth and joy. A world beyond our understanding or even imagination, forever moving, always in transition.

Girls Just Want to Play Dress-up

What is it about wandering through fabric stores looking at all the colors and textures that can set a girl's heart a glow. The idea you can take a plane piece of something and make it into something you can wear. Something that can tell people something about who you are and what you like, even what your mood is for that day.

"Creativity in textiles" Gyps said. That must be where all the creative juices have gone. What fun it has been!

A Time to Post

For days now I have tried to find the time, make the time to sit and let my thoughts flow from mind to keyboard. I fall asleep with words wandering through my head, thoughts spinning and spiraling but finding no release. I actually dream I have posted and that Gyps has left some wonderful, amusing comment that I laugh about over and over. I wake up to find I can't remember what I was in my mind when sleep came nor what I posted about in my dream. I sadly remember that Gyps is gone for a few more days and that there will be no comments or jokes no one else could understand until she gets back... sigh.

So, here I sit, with a million and one things rushing around in my brain and now the time to let them out but the door is closed. Maybe I need more sleep, or less sleep or more spicy food... yea that will help. Spicy food always gets things moving! Maybe I just need my missing twin to come home so that the wellspring of creativity can freely flow again. Maybe I just need to try again tomorrow.