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Doggie Doodie

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Backyard Blossoms

This is one of those “Aw, Crap!” posts. First, I didn’t realize some blogs are ‘award free.’ Yikes! Color me embarrassed.  I haven’t finished the commenting portion for a couple Mystery Bloggers I nominated yesterday; finishing shortly, cautiously. Sorry!

New Pup News:  She already poops bigger than the last dog did! My stash of Dollar General bags is dwindling. Most of the toys/leashes we bought her are too small.  She thinks her water bowl is a swimming hole. I gave her a dog bed, she wrestles with it like WWF. She ate a whole bag of baby carrots in 2.5 days. AND she got me to run with her- kinda. That ain’t easy for an old broad! HA!

On a sober note… we’ve suspected some kind of abuse in her short past. Among other things: She’s growling, with fur up, at anyone who comes near us on walks O.0 More on this as we keep training and reassuring her.

On the home front: Hubby is home. Trucking is slow. He’s not up to par anyway. But the paycheck won’t be, either. Crap!  He’s walking the pup often, so that’s a big help.

Lilacs in sunshine 4 Grandma Auburn Designs 5-2019.jpgNext- I need to take my Dad some dinner; and to doctors’ appointments this week and next. I’m gettin’ a tad cagey about those. A couple weeks ago I screwed up and missed one of his appointments. He was upset and sorta freaked. I felt rotten about it. Almost 50, I’m still trying to be a good daughter.

Friends and Confidantes,  I’m overdue for a little get away. – Gma Auburn {Jen} – Knows where her marbles are… same place her coffee’s hidin’…

 

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When the Wind Blows and Your Plate Overflows

Know that you aren’t alone. Life’s branches are being unruly. At least they’re still on the tree.

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A joyful moment.

This week is a wind-swept mess. I’m trudging ahead. Are you?

It doesn’t matter how much work I have on my desk; for several weeks now,  life will drag me where I’m needed more instead.  So to compensate I’m composing past midnight. Not eating well, either. Appointments: Husband’s driving foot is laid up so he’s missed 3 days of work. Daughter has the flu. My dog has terminal mouth cancer and goes back to the vet tomorrow.  {Been making him smoothies} And because I’ve neglected myself; I’m starting to loose track of time and some online work. At least I remembered to walk the dogs, check in on Dad and make some cash on micro jobs.

I feel terrible that the house is a wreck. And that ramps up my anxiety.  {And I’d rather gripe about it than go tidy and mop. HA!} Also signed up for a few online courses, both free and paid. And I even started a couple. Thankful I can restart them later, because I can’t retain any new info just now. And I’m aggravated about that, too.  For now, I’m hanging onto and snapping pictures of, those little daily joyous moments.

Limitations and reminders. I got ’em, I give ’em, Friends and Confidantes! – Grandma Auburn – Tries to muffle her swearing in mixed company.

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The Pigeon Made Me To Do It

Were you ever so stuck in your life that you just hoped a sign would fall out of the sky? One day last summer, it did.

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Rescued Racing Pigeon & Ivy in Mugs

It was during a bout of mentally dark weeks. Felt like I had an invisible Eeyore as my shadow. I was tired of thinking and trying. I’d sit on the porch in pajamas, with my Dad, but that was about the extent of it.

One morning, there was a thud, thud, thud…. and a racing pigeon tumbled off my porch roof, onto the steps. Dad and I looked at each other as the stunned bird walked around the yard, then hopped to the edge of the rain barrel.

We let him get his bearings, but before long I realized he was lost or exhausted. And he took to crapping on my porch rail! So, like any good hostess does, I fed him a big meal.

I called pigeon racing central, but no one could help identify him by his tag number. Via Facebook, I found a guy who would come get it the following evening. By nightfall, I knew this bird needed saving and the Universe knew I need something to save.

I’ve rescued many animals. Never a bird. So the second day, we gained each others’ trust. I took my tablet outside and typed. I wrote. He cooed. When I stepped inside for coffee, he perched next to my keyboard. “Oh, great,” I thought “He’s a word bird! HA! Maybe an editor in a previous life.” I admired his bars a bit before opening the screen door and scaring him back to the handrail.

My husband helped me make a figure four trap and I caught him the next afternoon. Part of me wanted to keep him… Ok a lot of me want to; but it was still an unforgettable experience.

  • Lessons from the pigeon:
  • Just because you’re exhausted or lost; doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.
  • You don’t have to go far; to form a new bond or a create new piece.
  • Care for others, even if you can’t care for yourself.
  • And don’t read other peoples’ drafts when they aren’t looking- HA!

Well, Friends and Confidantes, ask for a sign, but pigeon-proof your porch 🙂  – Grandma Auburn- Sits on her porch often, tends plants and writes drafts.

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I Was Stoned and I Missed It

PEACE

4/20- With a tip o’ the hat to Dennis (of Dr. Hook) and Ray Sawyer, who passed in December and Shel Silverstein, who’s body of writing and personality still fascinate me.

The Smoke Off-Shel Silverstein

I’m not entirely certain where this post is gonna lead us today. Infer what you will; it helps bi-polar and anxiety. Take it with a grain [or a leaf.]  Know that I live in the state that Pence consecrated. But if you think politics has ever stopped someone from tucking seedlings a cornfield… not so much. Years ago, we’d make a run for the [Michigan] border on Sunday for alcohol.  Now -I hear we Hoosiers still are, just for a different buzz.

The metaphors abound: It’s strange, nowadays to speak to relation that live in a medicinal or recreational state. Some of us always were. My hope one day, is to pull open a kitchen drawer; but instead of little K-cups, there’s little pods of pot. In rows, by name. {patent pending Gma Auburn- HA!}  And it will be as accepted on a Friday night as the fondue pot was in the 70’s.

And on that note: Thanks for stopping by today. THANK YOU to those on YouTube who preserve the music.  -Grandma Auburn    2 Dr. Hook Videos. “Sylvia’s Mother” because in my next life,  I’d like to hop on Ray Sawyer’s lap, like a pet-starved cat… and of course, “I Got Stoned And I Missed It”

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Flashback: Foraging Morels -Indiana

TRADITIONS!

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Picture: LaPorte County – Circa 1997 My Dad teaching shroom hunting to my daughter, the ginger, and her BFF.  – Now at 85, ‘Papa’ will soon be teaching his great-granddaughter as well.

  • Cut ’em; don’t pull ’em
  • carry a mesh bag
  • toss the paper bag back in the woods
  • soak ’em in salt water

#oldfarmers #shrooms #foraging #traditions #Indiana

Picture 2: Last year- my sister took our Dad. 2018 – Hendricks County, IN.

Northern IN, I think, is much better hunting ground than Central Indiana. – Grandma Auburn #greys #teachtheoldways