On Tag - Your It:

I’ve been tagged to do a meme by Mack-Attack of Teen Invasion.

I am torn. As some of my long time readers know, I don’t play well with others and don’t generally do meme’s as I am passionately opposed to chain letters/emails of any kind.

Rules are: Answer 8 questions posed by the tagger and ask 8 different questions of your 8 tagged persons.

1. What is the most random thing you've ever said? ‘When In doubt, go for shock value.’

2. Has anything embarrassing happened to you at school, and what? As school was a long, long time ago… I decline on lost memory cells.

3. What is the most random song lyric you can think of? Go to sleep, you little fool.

4. Do you like nachos? No

5. Who is your favorite celebrity? I’m not fond of celebrity, in general, it makes most people shallow.

6. Do you LOVE SpongeBob?? I don’t know him personally, so I will reserve comment.

7. Did you know that most of these questions are pointless, and are just wasting your time? Quite!

8. Did you know that this is the last question? Duh!


Here are my Questions for anyone who chooses to tag themselves. Let me know in a comment and I’ll put in a link to your blog in a future post so you can get the extra viewers who want to know what you have to say. And for those that Don’t have a blog, you can get your two cents in on the comments.

1. What is your Favorite Animal/Bird/Reptile, real or fictional?

2. Goth or Not?

3. Excluding Black, what is your favorite color?

4. Do you prefer: Reading a book or Watching the movie?

5. Are you a crafter?

6. Do you like giving presents or getting presents more?

7. What is your addiction? Mind is food.

8. If you could live anywhere, where would you make your home?

I hope you are enjoying yourself!

On Crawl The Way Home:

This Little Piggy started her day with house work. I was getting a lot done and I even did some laundry while the sun was shining. (Its suppose to rain again tomorrow.)

If you remember, yesterday at my house it was very windy. And a lot of leaves and other things came down out of the trees. Markedly the acorns from the oak trees. We had a unusually large acorn year. Many, many more then usual.

My clothes lines are located between some of the trees at the edge of the oak grove to the west of the house.

Picture this: Me walking to the clothes line with a basket full of laundry. Very, very many acorns hiding under the leaves on the ground. You guessed it. I was heading for a walk on a field of marbles.

Like a slow motion comedy my feet started to move faster then my body and in all directions. I went one way then the other as I tried to stay upright. Clean laundry spilled out of the basket. Wiggle, twist, wiggle, spin and down! Once, twice, thrice.

I laughed and cried. On my hands and knees I picked up the now mucky clothes. I tried to get up one more time, and down I went again, this time twisting my ankle.

I had to crawl my way back to the house, towing the laundry basket behind me. I have a swollen ankle, a bumped up hip, a black and blue elbow, some scratches and cuts, and a wounded pride.

This Little Piggy had to do the laundry again, but this time I hung it inside.

I have prescribed ice packs, knitting, and watching ‘Rocky and Bullwinkle Show’ cartoons on Hulu (Free Web TV) for the rest of the day. I'm just thankful I never hit my head.

On Upside Down Day:

Yesterday was a slow quite steady rain. Today is a wicked wind from the East.

Dark gray skies like a blanket. Leaves flying sideways. The trees become more naked as I watch. The light seems to be brightest at ground level instead of the sky itself.

It feels close and open at the same time out there. The wind pushing on you feels close and oppressing. The openness of the lessening leaf cover give an open unprotectedness to the day. In a word ‘frightful.’

Deliciously Frightful!

I couldn’t wait to get out my black velvet cloak and billow in such a wind. I wished for a flying Broom?… Carpet?… Wings? I wanted to fly and play in this dangerous buffeting wind. To roll and dive in, with, by the power of wind.

I shiver, but not from cold, it is rather warm out there at the moment. I shiver from the power and a bit of fear from the wind and its might. It pushes through the cloth of my clothing and I feel it on my skin all over, sensual. If I don’t take care it could knock me down, or more likely knock something into or down on me. I defy it by standing my ground.

The air is damp and heavy. I tire from the fight. I make the choice to go inside and watch from the window with a cup of tea. But I plan to go back outside and play again in a little while. It is too much fun for me to pass up the opportunity to play in a warm wicked wind that makes you feel upside down while standing in its path.

On Rainy Day Hush:

Today was rainy day slow. I cleaned up around here, made soup on the wood stove, and knitted, but I didn’t get much done. I kept on finding myself looking out the window at the rain falling and remembering.

Some of my earliest memories are of Autumn afternoons watching the kids come home from school. Of leaves swirling in the breeze around their ankles. Giggles on the cool clear wind.

I wanted to be out there and one of them. My mother would catch me not napping and put me back to bed. But I could still hear them outside on the side walk. Even on the rainy days the children would walk in the afternoons past the house in Autumn and find the fallen leaves fun.

My children liked to walk in the autumn and collect leave each year. We would tape them on the refrigerator and around the door frames. And we would press them in old telephone books for crafts and picture fun. Turkeys, and fans, and birds on wing.

Colored paper, paste, crayons, and togetherness.

I missed those times, and I sniffed at a box of crayons, and remembered.

I remembered the rainy day afternoon hush.

On Headache Delay:

I woke with a headache this morning and spent most of the day trying to get rid of it.

I managed a little knitting this afternoon.

I watched ‘2001: A space Odyssey.’ Its been a long time. I thought I remembered it better then I did, and I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would.

I found it a sad reflection on what some people thought the future would be like by now. Too much reliance on computers as infallible, not enough movement in global togetherness to work for every ones good.

The weather has changed cooler, so I’m liking that. I did have to keep the stove going, but the house didn’t over heat.

My headache is almost gone, so I have hope for getting a lot accomplished tomorrow.

On Life Reflections in the Colors:

I was walking, and I have to say, it was almost a perfect Autumn day. I little warm, but it was just the right kind of dry that the fallen leaves crunch satisfyingly under foot. And if you shuffle your feet you get that wonderful sush sush noise.

It smells like Autumn. The sun light is Autumn. The breeze is Autumn. It is Autumn.

I am more of an introvert in Autumn. I think, and remember, and distill my life in Autumn.

I put the pieces of my life and experiences together, work on the patchwork quilt of myself. The self I show others, and the self I don’t.

I feel that everyone should have a piece of oneself that they keep to themselves. Not necessarily a secret, just something special to remind yourself of who you are that is different from others, so you don’t get lost easily.

I have lost myself at times. And don’t want to ever do it again.

New relationships come to mind. Busy times like that make loosing yourself easier. New turns in life like motherhood.

I would much rather live a hard life in the presents of each moment then a wooden life of planning to someday live with plenty all around me.

On Marvelous Maxfield Blue:

I just love the sky in the evenings in Autumn. They are all Maxfield Parrish Blue. So very many shades of blue blended all in one vista.

Don’t get me wrong I still like the gray skies of winter best, but those blue Autumn evening skies are marvelous.

This is not the deep assure blue of the day time, it is the gradation of blues from light aqua on horizon to a deeper sky blue over head.

The assure blue sky is lovely especially with the oranges, yellows and reds on the trees in the Autumn sunlight. But I can’t get enough of looking at the blues in the evening.

Have you looked at it? I mean ‘really’ looked at it? You can see the colors changes as you look up and down the blue expanse.

I am sorry to you who live in places of the world that just don’t have this view of the sky. And frankly I wouldn’t want to live anywhere I couldn’t see it. It mesmerizes me. Just light refracting off the atmosphere. But what a light refraction.

Here is link to Maxfield Parrish’s most famous painting with his signature Autumn blue sky. http://www.maxfieldparrishonline.com/1926a.htm