“Today I Am Not” — a poem celebration.

Today I am not

the dust in my corners,

the shutters unpainted,

the stashes of clean but

disorganized clothing,

the birthday present

unbought and unsent,

or the cleverly stacked

dirty dishes in my sink.

Today I am not the worry

of the oil gushing

or the worry of  government lies,

or the worry of any lie or of any stupid thing I’ve ever said or done in the past.

Today I am not also the worry of

the audio cassette still unfound.

It will show up, shining.

(Probably when I’m getting to the dust!)

Today, I’m not going to the ocean

where we stood in awe when she was four.

But I AM going to a leafy place

with my favorite girl in the world,

where a clean river’s flowing,

children will be laughing

and Suzie and I will ease our

pleasant ongoing conversation

into the heart and soul of the day

– maybe even until dusk if I get off

this computer and do those

dishes to make things look nice

for Jim when he gets home

so he won’t be too mad, especially

since those shutters need painting.

Today, Suzie, our girls and I

will go get something good to eat!

Maybe Hut’s?

Maybe Chuy’s?

I have good sunscreen and

and a relatively un-hideous swimsuit

to greet the perfection of  the day with.

(end of poem)

So, I better get my stuff together!

Clothes, umbrella, suits, towels, hats.

Get those ribs in the mic.

Do the dishes, while singing.

And a little dancing!

Find the little cooler.

Maybe even wash my face before sunscreen.

 :)

(end of other poem that sprang up.)

[Above photo: Jim, Kelly on a California Beach, Sept 2005.  I think maybe Laguna? Dana Point?]

xoxoxo

(I still have comments to answer from my last 2 posts. I’ll enjoy getting to those later!!)

I may go crazy, and not get back to a computer until tomorrow a.m.

(But I will slip in here to read comments from my iPhone!)

Can you say Internet Addicted, boys and girls?

I do love getting your sweet comments!

ox

agin.

Shoot, need to buttonize that — hang on…

Ahhh, now life is complete.

Well, it will be complete once I get BB with his sandcastle back up, and put the blue water back along the sides!

THEN do the dishes.

xoxo

again.

Little Loves (a poem)

Little resentments

will I release to

the leaves of the day.

Little loves will I

set free on the breezes

of beautiful intention.

(end of poem.)

[Edit: I switched the order of photos 1 and 2 on July 6, 2010 at 10:29 a.m. Texas Time because the first one freaked Lynn out and Dr. J. loves the second one!]  

Kelly sure was inspired that November afternoon I took her to the Umlauf Sculpture Garden.

She was four.

We’d just come from the song contest awards (I’d won 2, whoo-hoo) and she was jazzed.

She’d run to and pose beside, in, on, around and under more than 30 pieces of art that day, singing out “Mommy, take my picture! Take my picture!!”

I’m glad she did.

And I’m glad I did.

She’s something else, that Kelly girl!

Now that I’ve maxed my photos to 790px wide, yep – 50px wider (couldn’t resist,) I feel very very extrahappy about sharing my favorites with you.

Official new English word — extrahappy!

Your input on my recent photo-size poll helped twist my rubber arm to the 790 pix.    Thank you.

In other news… sooner than later I’ll explain the plan behind my new “Places I Like To Go…” links on my now 150px wide sidebar (down from 200 px!)

And post a video of me singing a new song I’m writing.

And have some kind of a giveaway.

All sound good?

P.S.  All photos in this post, unlike this photo the other day, are 100% unretouched.  Umlauf does keep things camera-ready!

xoxxoo

1929 Ford Roadster On The Fourth Of July

Hey festively free and frolicking friends.

I’m not sure if I’ll be adding any more words to this post or not.  The night is young and so am I — who knows how this post could morph?

Just want to get this up to say Happy Fourth Of July.

I love all you guys.  So much!

And have a sweet-loving day!

Jannie

xoxo

Oh yeah, Kelly above at age 3 with one of her little buddies from pre-school.

A Photography “Before-And-After” Blog Post Wherein I’ve Availed Myself Of Corel Paint Shop Pro’s “Clone Brush” To Camouflage A Parking Lot And Beautify The Grass In A Photo Of Kelly At Age 5 Atop That Really Cool Round Stone Mosaic Thing Outside Austin’s Blanton Museum Of Art, A Post With Absolutely Zero Words [In The Content Area]– A Total First For Me!

What Canada Day Means To Me (an incredibly deep poem)

Beer.

Moose muffins.

A parade.

More beer.

More moose muffins.

Maple cones – you know

the little ones like this.

I love to chew them frozen.

(I mentioned I have fillings

in all my remaining teeth, right?)

Hotdogs.

Dessert beer.

Nice people flitting about

like bonfire sparks.

Morning coffee by the sea.

A sunset like this…

 (That’s a still off a video I took at

Mom & Dad’s cottage last year.)

Happy Canada Day, Canada!

Happy 143rd Birthday,

my home and native land!

I miss a lot of the people you

have tucked under your wing.

(end of incredibly deep poem.)

Hey, did you see a little blue somebody up in the picture with the 3 girls on the tree house deck??

Are you excited about Canada Day?

Ever had those little maple cones?

Ever had morning coffee by the sea?

Posted with Canadian Love & Funsterment by
The Jannie
xoxoxo

Edit: A moose muffin is delicacy my family invented, that’s starting to catch on for miles around my parents’ home.  They’re made with moose meat, honey, cheese, beer and turnips — baked in muffin tins.