Thursday, April 28, 2011

A Walk Around The Block



If the daffodils are blooming then we know for sure that spring is here!











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A Robin busily making a nest.





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A Starling making a nest in a tree






IMG_2644 Squirrel.

A Squirrel in a tree having a snack





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This guy was either posing for the camera or else he was ready to take me on. I thought it was so funny the way it stood up , and looked at me.





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I couldn’t resist this pretty face.  Pansy’s are one of my favorite flowers.




These are a few of the things that captured my attention on my walk around the block of my city street, near my home. It is so nice to be able to finally see signs of Spring. I took these pictures last Sunday after noon. It was one of a few days where the temperature reached the mid 60’s, and it felt wonderful. It was a bright sunny Spring day.


Take care, and God be with you all, and keep you safe, and sound. I wish you all many sunny, and happy days ahead.

Love and Care

Dianne :)


Thursday, April 21, 2011

God On A Cross? The Creator Of The Universe!



At The Foot Of The CrossAt The Foot Of The Cross  



 The Dawn Of Heavens  Dream. God on a cross. Humanity at its worst. Divinity at its best….God isn’t stumped by an evil world. He doesn’t gasp in amazement at the dearth of our faith or the depth of our failures. He knows the condition of the world…and loves it just the same. For just when we find a place where God would never be ( like on a cross), we look again and there He is, in the flesh.

God on a cross? The Creator of the universe sacrificing himself for his creation? How could this be? Who was this Jesus?

He was – and is- a God of tears. A creator with a heart. Bloodstained royalty. A God who became earth’s mockery to save his children.

How absurd to think that such nobility would go to such poverty to share such a treasure with such thankless souls. How incredible to know that God himself died on a cross for his children.

But he did.


Yes, incredibly.



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Jesus was given to you, and with the help of those who don’t know the law, you put him to death by nailing him to a cross. But this was God’s plan he had made long ago; he knew this would happen. God raised Jesus from the dead and set him free from the pain of death, because death could not hold him. (Acts 2:23,24).

The cross was no accident .

Jesus ‘ death was not the result of a panicking cosmological engineer.

The cross was not a tragic surprise. Calvary was not a knee jerk response to a world plummeting toward destruction. It was not a patch up job or a stop gap measure. The death of the son of God was anything but an unexpected peril.

No it was part of an incredible plan. A calculated choice. “ It was the Lord’s will to crush him” (Isaiah 53:10)

The moment the forbidden fruit touched the lips of Eve, the shadow of the cross appeared on the horizon. And between that moment and the moment the man with the mallet placed the spike against the wrist of God, a master plan was fulfilled.


Excerpt from Max Lucado’s book entitled "The cross"




The Cross and The Church



I hope and pray you all have a wonderful Easter as we celebrate the life, death, and resurrection of our Lord Jesus, who will one day return for His Church, which is made up of all who believe, and receive Him as Lord and Savior, and soon coming King .

Happy Easter one and all.

With Love and Care

Dianne :)

Monday, April 18, 2011

when i am very old...

when i am very old  ©  margaret griswold-scheiding

oh when i am very old
will you come visit me
will you brush my hair
will you hold my hand
and touch my face
and feed me kindly
dabbing my lips
with your kerchief

oh it will be a hard time
for you   it will be so hard
as you watch me fail
descending into the void
all i knew and all i was
falling away  the papery husks
of my personality
crumbling into nothing

oh when i am very old
i shall be grateful for
each kind word each gesture
though memories dissolve
and wink out like dying stars
i may not recognize your face
but deep within my spirit
a part of me will remember

Saturday, April 16, 2011

an orb?

This is the orb photo I mentioned, Dave.

The photo was taken a couple years ago at my granddaughter Alex's birthday party. I've considered light conditions in the room at the time (not a factor), extraneous objects such as flyaway balloons (none), and contaminants on the camera lens; no other distortions of this spcific kind appeared on any other photos taken that day.When I first saw this photo when we picked up the batch from the developers, my impression wasn't of an unfriendly presence, but of a dance of joy.

My thinking is that one of Alex's beloved late grandmas was in attendance that day.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Self Talking…


Self Talk

There’s a reason for the thrumming 
I hear constantly in my head,
There’s a reason for the thoughts
at least it shows I’m not dead
so when the voice that’s there
sometimes leads me astray
like a naughty companion
present each and every day
I know full well it’s only me,
thinking thoughts in my brain
sometimes serious, sometimes funny,
sometimes making me wonder if I’m quite sane
for talking to myself
every now and again.
Is it normal, is it natural
does sanity hold the key?
I ask myself the question,
and the only one who answers is me…

LadyP© 2011

MY thanks to everyone for your good wishes and thoughts about my girl, Bess. For the past week or so I’ve been reading up online trying to find out any information I could re:- kidney disease and how to counteract it. High protein diet, for one, and I’ve also been told about Cranberry supplement, for the Urinary tract,  plus so many other tips from the local pet shop and friends and family. Today was the first time that Bess looked at all like herself, no pain, eyes bright and totally focused whilst playing, (just a small amount Arlene. xx).. and I know that the future may be rocky but she’s steady for now.  So Bess is happy and relaxed, therefore my ex and I are feeling that way too.  For now my fingers have relaxed from their constant ‘crossed’ position, and I am learning so much more about how to cope for the future… Again my thanks to everyone, you have helped enormously with your good wishes.  So, hugs and woofs from me and Bess… xPenx

Thursday, April 14, 2011

two for the road...

Well, the weather's starting to show signs of warming, but not by a lot. Two days ago we were running around in shirtsleeves and today we're back to jackets and heavy sweaters. Steve went so far as turning off the furnace for a day or so, but it's on today and has kicked in a couple times already. Me? I'm ready to go barefoot again, but the weather is telling me otherwise: "Not just yet, Marge--be patient." 

Be patient? ME? Not gonna happen...

Steve has begun gathering stuff together to get the Voyager roadworthy for another year; it needs a little routine maintenence and one significant repair then we'll be on the road again. I'll be around to help as much as I can and perhaps together Steve and I can get the bike going that much sooner.

I've had a lot of ideas concerning ways to share our adventures on the road in addition to blogging. If I can find a reasonably-priced (i.e., cheap) helmet cam, I hope to video some of our travels. There are some good ones and some not-so-good; hopefully there will be enough user reviews to help Steve and me arrive at a price and model we can live with. Also, I'm going to practice more with the digital camera. I've been too busy (i.e., lazy) to learn how to use it, so I'll ask Steve to help me figure out how to operate the bugger. It's not rocket science--I know--but my worst fear is that I'll press the wrong button and screw something up royally; I'm not crazy about buying another one.

Upon visiting Two For The Road, our joint biking blog, I discovered it's been so long since I posted there, that I'd fogotten the login info. Undaunted, I created another one--nearly identical to the original, but better in some respects. I figured out how to drop a slideshow in there and hope to get one constructed before the weekend, but had to create another Photobucket account toward that end. We'll see how that goes.

Here's the link to the new blog (if you followed the old one you might want to drop that link, but that's just a suggestion on my part):

I've recorded a lot of YouTube videos of my poetry readings, but am getting restless to try my hand at something different: editing some slide shows with music, maybe some short movies. Problem is, our little digital camera is pretty limited in its video functionality, so I'll have to save some dinero toward buying a decent (sorta cheap) digital movie cam. Who knows? I could be the next Penny Marshall or Nora Ephron.

Looking out the window toward the east, the sky is gray and the pines and maples are stirring pretty vigorously. Even if the bike were ready to roll, I doubt that we'd be riding in that kind of wind. I haven't checked the weather at all today, so I have no idea if the sky is going to drop any precipitation on us. I almost wish it would, though...if it were raining I'd have a reason to feel less restless to be on the road.

I can't believe I just said that.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Arrogance of Authority

My friend Tammy, a journalist for our local newspaper, posted a joke her dad sent her; I laughed my a** off reading it and just had to share it with you guys!

I hope you like it as much as I did.

I dedicate this posting to the three guys who never fail to make me laugh my a** off when I need it most--my mancake, Steve, my favorite Kentuckian, Dave, and my favorite "good egg", Paul...

A DEA officer stopped at a ranch in Texas and talked with an old rancher.
He told him, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs."
The rancher said, "Okay , but don't go in that field over there," as he pointed out the location.
The DEA officer verbally exploded, saying " Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me!"
Reaching into his rear pants' pocket, he removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher.
"See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish ... on any land! No questions asked or answers given! Have I made myself clear? Do you understand??"
The rancher nodded politely, apologized and went about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher heard loud screams, looked up, and saw the DEA officer running for his life, being chased by the farmer's big Santa Gertrudis bull.
With every step the animal was gaining ground on the officer, and it seemed likely he would be gored before reaching safety. He was clearly terrified.
The rancher threw down his tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his lungs:
"Your badge--show him your BADGE!!!"

Here's the link to the original posting on Tammy's blog back at the Times-Republican...

Thanks, Tam, for my first big laugh of the day!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Alarm & Bess…


Alarm Clock


watch the dial,
eyes on the time
I don’t know why
I wait for the chime,
to say its time to get out of bed
I wake first, as the alarm seems in my head…

LadyP © 2011


This past week has been very, very painful to live through, on finding out from the vets that Bess’s blood test on Tuesday showed that she has possible Kidney failure. They took her off her usual painkillers (as they were not recommended to be taken with this disease) but they did not think to replace them with any other meds. So from Tuesday ‘til Friday she was steadily going downhill by losing her ability to walk at all with her Osteoarthritis. I rang the vets and got an appointment on Friday to talk over the results and to find out why she couldn’t have any pain relief. They suggested Steroids but needed to check with the manufacturers to make sure they were ok to be taken with Bess’s problems.

This was Friday, and on Saturday morning Bess’s left front leg could not be moved without causing her instant pain.   We called the vet as soon as the surgery opened on Saturday morning, 9 0’clock, and had to wait for her to have a free slot to talk to us. My ex is a rock at the moment and he answered the phone when she finally rang at 11 o’clock, giving the ok , and ex went to fetch the pain killers. She’s been on them since Saturday morning and enough to say that this morning she was playing ball and staggering around barking at me tidying the garden.  My girl is no longer in pain, and although I know the road ahead is not going to be smooth,  until she has no quality of life left we will work through every pitfall.

I must admit that on Saturday morning I sat with her in my arms, watching as she was a tight ball of pain, and crying my eyes out as I was so helpless to do anything, waiting and praying for the vet to ring us with news about the Steroids, and both my ex and myself were wondering about asking for the final Injection,  to ease her suffering.  I have an almost hatred of Vets at the moment, at their seeming uncaring, unthinking attitude. We pay for a high degree of care, and Bess’s records show she needs pain killers, so why was she left without them for so long, and why was it left to us to ask for them?

We have another appointment tomorrow,  and we have to take a Urine sample with us, ( games ahead trying to catch her at it!!)  but hopefully the sample will show good results.  My fingers are crossed so , so tightly…

Which is why I thought I’d better let you know why I haven’t updated, and also why I haven’t been able to answer comments and visit anyone’s blogs.

I‘m lucky in that I can work from home, and my ex will help too. I would ask that you please pray for my girl, and may I thank you in advance for reading this, as I know I’m wittering on, but it has been almost a cathartic way of getting rid of the pain and feeling of helplessness inside.


LadyP… 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The comedy and tragedy...of Pokemon

A few nights ago as The Mr. and I were settling into bed, Wonderboy calls out and, "Wants to talk to Daddy."  With the heavy sigh of dealing with the umpteenth stalling tactic, my husband goes into his room to find out what he needs.  Next thing I hear is the unmistakeable sounds of the Wonderboy ramping himself up into an emotional frenzy.  The Mr. comes back into our room.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Apparently, WB loaned his giant Pokemon card to Sam last week and now Sam won't give it back."

Not three minutes go by before WB is now in our bedroom, continuing his tale of woe.  We manage to get out of him that he loaned this card (purchased for him as a gift by his Grandfather for receiving Student of the Month) to Sam and when he asked for it back, Sam kept putting him off.  Of course, righteous indignation asserts itself in The Mr and me.  We're giving each other the, "What a little jerk" eyeballs over WB's head as he continues his sob-story.

But then, of course, the plot thickens.  It turns out that you are not supposed to bring Pokemon cards to school, something the WB knows.  He just couldn't resist bringing in the illicit goods in to show off to his friends.  The card was loaned to Sam, with the understanding that it would be returned at the end of the week.  When WB asked for it back, Sam threatened to tell the teacher that WB had brought it to school.  (So, essentially, still a little jerk.)

Now getting in trouble at school is one of WB's biggest fears.  Not the simple, "be quiet" kind of trouble, but Serious Trouble.  And he knew he was courting danger bringing in the cards as he had already been told once not to have them at school. So the frustration over not getting his most special card back was countered by the absolute terror of getting busted.  All of this we learned through many tears and the hitching of breath that comes with such emotional strain.

We talk it out.  WB must approach Sam again.  He should tell him, in his own words, that he is not being a very nice friend.  We give him permission to use the "My parents will call your parents" threat if he has to. (Of course, he wanted us to do the dirty work for him and asked if we could call Sam's Mom then and there!)  We held firm that he needed to try to figure this out himself and if Sam threatened to tell again that WB should let him. (Ha! We'll call your bluff you little bleepedy-bleep!) That suggestion had the effect of somebody dousing you with ice-cold water while you were sleeping.  Once we put WB's eyeballs back in his head, we explained that it would be better for him to be honest and apologetic with his teacher instead of afraid.

He finally calmed down and with many declarations of The Mr. and me being, "really awesome" and "the best," he finally went to sleep.

The next day when I picked him up from school, he very proudly told me that Sam had given him the card back. Of course he used the parental threat, but the fact was, he did it.  I was proud of him. 

Or, you know, as proud as I can be over a kid who breaks school rules and is foolish enough to loan out his most prized Pokemon possession. 

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

surviving or thriving..?

In an effort to clear out a lot of mental clutter, I've been examining a lot of preconceived notions, assumptions, and some long-held beliefs which are no longer applicable to the person I am today, and it's been quite an eye-opening experience. The biggest revelation has been of my own gullibility, but I'll get to that later.

One assumption which I've given the boot is the one which has directed me to invest my emotional energy in every person I admire, that everyone is worthy of it. Recent experiences have taught me that people demonstrate by their behavior how much emotional risk they represent and the degree of trust I should assign to them, and I've learned that sometimes the risk to my self-esteem is greater when I assign respect and affection where it's not wise to do so. On re-reading that statement, I realize it could be interpreted as arrogant: I think it's honest. I also realize it may represent a statement of judgment--and I've always thought people should never stand in personal judgment of others--but it occurs to me that judgment calls aren't always mere subjective perceptions; sometimes they represent the human spirit looking out for its own well-being. 

A judgment call may represent the manifestation of a kind of survival skill.

I've heard the phrase "survival of the fittest" in the past, and thought it to be a terribly cold statement, but I'm not so certain that's true anymore. The word survival is loaded with a great deal of emotional implication, and may call to mind a Mad Max scenario in which brutality overwhelms gentleness, but I see in it the opportunity for a discerning spirit to live a fulfilled life. Fitness may be linked to the human ability to think with discernment, compassion, and wisdom--to examine relationships and life circumstances and determine if they contribute to peace of mind or personal upheaval. It may require time taken to discern people's trustworthiness based upon their behavior, and, to be fair, the time could be very lengthy.

Taking time to arrive at a decision or judgment call isn't easy for me, as I tend to be an impatient soul, but it may be the single quality which has created the most emotional upheaval in my life experience; I understand this now. I have assumed that a quick decision will bring happiness faster; that assumption has rarely proven true...I understand that, too.

This leads me to another assumption of mine which hasn't been helpful: the assumption that I must be happy NOW. I heard once that anyone who promises you happiness is most likely selling something; there may be some truth to that. It's begun to sink into my pea brain that happiness carries a weighty price tag, that it sometimes requires sacrifice and no small amount of discomfort...sometimes it takes a very long time to transpire. Happiness which comes easily isn't impossible, but I have doubts that such happiness will prove to be lasting.

A preconceived notion which I've held all my life is that maturity is a destination one reaches in later years and at which one remains until death. The past decade has proven to me that maturation is an ongoing process and growing pains don't stop at adulthood; wisdom arrives at many times along the way, if we're open to it. In fact, some of my most poignant growing pains occurred within the past month and surpassed any I suffered as a child.

In recent days, an insight has presented itself which was so blinding in its truthfulness that I was stunned that I hadn't understood it sooner: sadness, loneliness, befuddlement, and anger are necessary in the human experience--how else can a human being fully appreciate and experience happiness, fellowship, clarity, and peace? The important issue is how one deals with the sad, dark times: to not be daunted by them, but to accept them as signposts along the way, directing a willing spirit to aspire to better ways of thinking, feeling, and behaving.

I can't offer answers for anyone else--Lord knows I've spent most of my life being therapist and healer to others. The problem with that kind of behavior is that, although it appears to be a noble aspiration, its a selfish, foolish one. When a needy soul is finished with the therapist or healer, it tends to move on in its own journey, leaving the therapist/healer behind. I've come to understand there's nothing wrong with offering solace to a troubled soul in need, the danger lies in neglecting one's own spiritual shortcomings. In my efforts to help everybody else--and I have been pretty good at it and enjoyed the success--I've been distracted from the hard work of fixing myself...and I realize now it IS hard work.

So, now I come to the gullibility I mentioned at the beginning--and it may not even be actual gullibility, but a desperate desire to believe; to believe in unrealistic things that have no bearing on life as it is. Idealism is a powerful motivator in the human experience: it can lead us to great accomplishments and, just as easily, to utter failure.

I think I understand now that the fear of failure (or any kind of fear) isn't inherently bad--hanging onto it is. Fear, I think, is simply the soul requesting more information. Sometimes it's a little fear, a whisper which nags at the back of the mind when a minor obstacle must be overcome; sometimes it's a kind of terror which screams that facts will be the only means of survival.

The process I face now is letting go of the fear which cripples me and prevents me from moving forward through the last decades of my life. It is up to me to determine if I will thrive in the final third of my life, or merely survive.