one does not have to stetch the imagination to observe the beauty of this complex. The grounds are kept looking like this year-round and there is a lovely view of some type from almost every unit. I don't know how much mom & dad shopped before deciding this was the right place .... but they sure made a great choice! Torches are lit in the evenings .... I think I will venture out & try to catch a shot of one this evening,Wednesday, October 3, 2012
vacation has REALLY begun now!
one does not have to stetch the imagination to observe the beauty of this complex. The grounds are kept looking like this year-round and there is a lovely view of some type from almost every unit. I don't know how much mom & dad shopped before deciding this was the right place .... but they sure made a great choice! Torches are lit in the evenings .... I think I will venture out & try to catch a shot of one this evening,signs that we belong here ...
our arrival yesterday was met with overcast skies & a soft breeze ... allowing us to acclaimate to the warm, moist air in a more civilized way than breaking into a sweat that will not leave us for several days. thank you Maui. Being armed with our carry on luggage ... packed to "burst proportions", we picked up our rental car & headed to Kihei to face this .... a sunset canvas of pinks that were so abundant, it's hues flowed over onto the waters below. Had the Gods sung out at this moment, I would not have been surprised. What a lovely way to start our Hawaiian getaway!
Monday, October 1, 2012
ALOHA awaits
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
FALL into color
We are days away from our vacation (& anniversary) and weeks away from GREAT food & family gatherings. What more could a person ask for!
LIFE IS GOOD ............
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I need emotional help after watching "The Help"
making a change in position ...
I was watering my flower garden this morning and noticed (for the first time) ... the cute little pistil in the center of the evening primrose. I was not in my usual position for the task. had I been- I'm not sure I would have noticed. And so was born the topic of my blog at this moment. CHANGE in general, changing a position on or of something ... more specifically. It is, for the most part, the same thing as looking at something from a different angle or point of view. It can be time consuming. It can be frustrating to many. It can be enlightening to those with an open mind. Politicians do it on a regular basis .. but for the wrong reasons (and pretty much without fooling anyone), partners do it to keep from becoming bored, photographers do it ALL THE TIME, and I'll bet even us peasants ... do it without even realizing it!
Monday, September 17, 2012
that's what friends are for .... (the BBS edition)
I am amazingly fortunate to have so many friends in my life. My inner circle, once you add the Captain and my sisters ... is humongous. NO "real housewives" drama here ... just a lot of laughter & music & support (& a person for every single thing I could EVER want to talk about or need help with). AWESOME .... and even this word doesn't measure up to the magnitude of my appreciation for their part in my life. YAY for me!!
"stranded" with a decision
I saw a post on FB just now, asking what 3 things I would want if stranded on a deserted island. I could take a couple of hours to dwell on it ... but, really- if things were hectic & happening fast, I wouldn't have a lot of time to decide such things, so I went with my first thoughts. Fair or not- this was what I decided on ... knowledge, fearlessness, & the Captain (he's can figure out or fix anything!) just sayin' ......
Saturday, September 15, 2012
sometimes I feel, like a motherless child ...
the song keeps repeating in my head.
Having lost all the parents I'm ever gonna have ... along with the few childhood memories I can conjure up... I have moments when I really do feel alone. Funny how one can feel like they need a parent to turn to even at a half century +9. Sometimes I don't know what prompts it- but, today I do. I'm in the process of applying for a passport... and I don't have all the answers. Who expects at this age to be needing to know one's father's DOB. That being a father who virtually abandoned the child at the age of 2. As the story goes- it was said that my mom drove away in the middle of the night with my older brother & I in tow ... her husband at work on the night shift. On the rare occassion that she was able to answer my questions- she told me that all she took was us & the PJ's on our backs & our blankies .... nothing else. I'm not sure from what city to what city the journey led, I didn't think to ask at the time. Years later, the memories were clouded, & there were no answers. I did at one time inquire what month my dad's birthday was (heretofore to be known as the sperm donor) ... she could not recall. "Is he the same age as you?" I questioned. She wasn't sure. She mentioned in passing once that their marriage had been annulled- finding that she was not legally divorced from hubby #1. Oddly, though- in doing an online search today, trying to find some record of my sperm donor's DOB- it had mom listed by her maiden name when she married #2. I actually know where the "donor" lives ... but would rather do without a passport than contact him, so we will see how stringent the rules are of the application instead.
It just got me to thinking (again) how little evidence there is of my childhood existence! I have a shoebox of photos, faded and unmarked, of people I remember vaguely, having not been in their company for at least 30 years ... and many of whom I know to have passed. And so- I sit here ... being one of 5 siblings ... with no memories in common until AFTER they were born, and feeling like an orphan of sorts. Like I was plopped onto the is earth at the age of 11. ODD at best. But with all that being said .... I have spilled a few tears and already feel a little less heavy in heart. Afterall, it is what it is. (I use this phrase when I know there is really very little I can do to change a situation. It somehow removes some of the pressure or emotion I'm feeling at the time) AND ....
tomorrow is a fresh start!
Having lost all the parents I'm ever gonna have ... along with the few childhood memories I can conjure up... I have moments when I really do feel alone. Funny how one can feel like they need a parent to turn to even at a half century +9. Sometimes I don't know what prompts it- but, today I do. I'm in the process of applying for a passport... and I don't have all the answers. Who expects at this age to be needing to know one's father's DOB. That being a father who virtually abandoned the child at the age of 2. As the story goes- it was said that my mom drove away in the middle of the night with my older brother & I in tow ... her husband at work on the night shift. On the rare occassion that she was able to answer my questions- she told me that all she took was us & the PJ's on our backs & our blankies .... nothing else. I'm not sure from what city to what city the journey led, I didn't think to ask at the time. Years later, the memories were clouded, & there were no answers. I did at one time inquire what month my dad's birthday was (heretofore to be known as the sperm donor) ... she could not recall. "Is he the same age as you?" I questioned. She wasn't sure. She mentioned in passing once that their marriage had been annulled- finding that she was not legally divorced from hubby #1. Oddly, though- in doing an online search today, trying to find some record of my sperm donor's DOB- it had mom listed by her maiden name when she married #2. I actually know where the "donor" lives ... but would rather do without a passport than contact him, so we will see how stringent the rules are of the application instead.
It just got me to thinking (again) how little evidence there is of my childhood existence! I have a shoebox of photos, faded and unmarked, of people I remember vaguely, having not been in their company for at least 30 years ... and many of whom I know to have passed. And so- I sit here ... being one of 5 siblings ... with no memories in common until AFTER they were born, and feeling like an orphan of sorts. Like I was plopped onto the is earth at the age of 11. ODD at best. But with all that being said .... I have spilled a few tears and already feel a little less heavy in heart. Afterall, it is what it is. (I use this phrase when I know there is really very little I can do to change a situation. It somehow removes some of the pressure or emotion I'm feeling at the time) AND ....
tomorrow is a fresh start!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
my colorful life
A LOT of work went into this show ... and a personal goal was met that will be my baby step toward the next one. Pictures should be following soon to document the fun & the flavor. As I write this- almost exactly 4 days to the hour later ... I am FINALLY caught up on sleep- but still have a few chores to do before I am back on time track. BUT- it was worth it !
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