She rainbow looms.
She shops for fabric.
She water musics.
She toy store musics.
(Her dog relaxes too.)
She bakes bread.
It is good.
So very very freaking good.
Yes, she looms…
And she IS love.
1. Where Kelly and Sweety relax was the first addition to our house, which Jim and I designed and he built with his own two hands from 1994 to 1996. He built all the woodwork in our dining room too. Built that corner cabinet.
2. Her sewing machine currently has a lower thread tension problem but we’ll get it sorted out.
3. She photographed that lantana with her brand new iPhone 5S as I was photographing her. Then she added in a filter effect, and Instagrammed it.
4. In the close-up of the choir she is the shortest girl (purple shirts) in the front row, just above the piano. That theater is actually in the high school she will attend here.
5. Yes, Jim is known to eat family dinner in his pajamas. Shhh, don’t tell anybody.
6. You are AWESOME. Today is awesome — enjoy it.
7. I love the number 7.
8. 8 is enough.
9. That’s a heartbeat monitor on Jim’s wrist. He was rear-ended months ago and is still needs pain management. He’s trying to remain chipper, but he sure is looking forward to feeling 100% again, and hopefully soon.
arms for a
~~ Shay Fireblossom over at Word Garden is emceeing the Flash Fiction 55 this week, whoohoo!!
And since I wrote that poem today and took that photo today, I guess that ties them together fine.
Y’all take care now!
Beauty, Friends, Photography | Posted by Jannie on 22 March 2014 @ 11:38 AM
Enjoyed a few glorious days with friends who are nearing completion of their all-cedar yoga pyramid.
25 squares comprise the newly-finished floor, with the center one being extra-special.
Here I am in my lucky blue hat…
Once the basement cave is finished, guests will remove their shoes there, wash their feet in a stream pumped from one of the koi ponds, and ascend to the sanctuary.
Quite the place!
(That scaffolding will be removed eventually.)
Here’s a view of the pyramid from a mile or 2 away…
I managed to get a lucky (because my glasses were in the truck) zoom shot of it…
Near the pyramid is their log cabin home,
which often doubles as a hair salon,
and pillow fight parlor.
A log cabin with WiFi and all the modern creature comforts — not bad!
Wood is gathered for the fireplace.
Chickens are raised.
One hen is actually named Kelly and one is named Jannie! And Kelly just laid her first egg!!
Veggies are planted.
And the bread — OMG, the bread!!
The lady of the cabin bakes it from her own recipe.
Her pancakes are from scratch, of course!
And her soup from those organic chickens she raises.
Even Jannie, the hen will end up a feast one day.
(Hey, it’s a farm.)
A farm with a hot tub on the sunset side of the house.
From that deck you can see the stretch of road where I took the long-distance pyramid shots from!
That was my wine!
3 parting tidbits about our stay in the hill country…
I fell in love with that 8″ tall cactus,
and am ever more in wonderment that the Universe could grace me with such an incredibly wonderful friend, who for some strange reason…. seems to like me too.
What’d I ever do to deserve so much awesome??!
~~ Posted by Jannie, who hopes to see you at the pyramid one day.
Photography, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 8 March 2014 @ 11:11 PM
until i realized
i could rejoice
for the family
who will celebrate
their childrens’ and
time that party platter
makes an appearance
all persons present
will shrink to 2″ tall,
fling off their shoes
and dance on it.
Sometimes, the plate
will find itself on summer
sunset shores where white
lights are strung along the
dunes for the dance.
Sometimes, the plate
will boast a 3-to-7 tier
frosted hill the guests
will have fun tromping
up and sliding down.
In winter the plate will be
frozen over for folks to skate on it
under the full moon, some of them
falling in love with themselves and
each other for the first and the
hundred and twenty first time,
all of them happy to be there
all of them glowing like gold.
oooxoxxxoooo to all you sweet peeps.
P.S. The 14″ diam. plate shipped last week to Nancy in Illinois. I bet she can bake!
P.P.S. I dedicate the sunset shores verse to Snaggletooth of Exit Stage Right whose ocean photos sparkle with hope.
P.P.P.S. I dedicate the rest of the poem to 9 days of vacation starting today! Spring Break, Baby!!! Whooooohooo.
of the two
so she high-tided
the treasures from
one of them along
their mantel’s shore
then sailed away in
that empty basket
and by day
in the arms
of a croissant
Including the title, that’s 55 words!