My Kelly And The Eastir Egg Hunt 2013, by me — Blue Bunny

hi kids!  sinse my Jannie stil werking so mutch wit ebae, i maked you a speshill poste…

(don’t werry — the todlers had there own egg area, so my kelly and she big frends did not trample them up.)

so that’s it from me.

Now i have to help my jannie wit she pakking boxes and shiping labels. we having so mutch fun selling things that maeks peepil happy.

posted wit mutch loves from me — BB.

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P.S. i am delited to answir all yor kommints, thanks yoo.

Super Kelly Beam Girl

Considering Kelly’s been in Level 6 gymnastics for only 5 weeks, I’d say her 9.45 score for that routine in Dallas yesterday, earning her 2nd place for beam in her age group, is a darn fine achievement!

She also placed 2nd for her floor routine, with a 9.3.

She loves everything about gymnastics!

I do too! Of course, I’m just the chauffeur and check-writer, but the sport is wonderful and she has the best training you can imagine with really wonderful people!!

And due to their great scores yesterday, Kelly and her mates will advance to Level 7 in June!!

Now, beautiful and handsome friends….. I may not be posting here again for a month as another lady and I are sharing a business venture that needs a lot of time and attention. Might take only 2-3 weeks, tho. We’ll see how it goes.

I’ll be out to see you all at some point.

Have fun and laugh muchly every day, okay?! Life is beautiful.

Love, Jannie

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They Still Don’t Know

where their red hair comes from

but that’s okay, it comes from love’s

ocean we’re all mermaiding in.

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it comes from the doctor’s daughter who

in 1916 at age 10 posed in a Nova Scotia

summergarden with a chestnut violin.

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it comes from the pines and the lilacs

of the dance hall she bought on auction

with 800 borrowed dollars in 1942,

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the dance hall now in arrears,

but with my loving intention will shine

up the seashells again in seven years.

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(because all love is up to me.)

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one day, the invisible red thread that ties us all together

will reveal how after her too-young Episcopalian minister

husband died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart attack,

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she took up buying and selling

antiques for the next 35 years,

finally closing shop at age 85

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and her eyes at age 97.

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how she never remarried, but

for a while had a beau who landed

on the beach in front of her house

to take her flying by seaplane.

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how she loved silver

blue cotton sundresses

a glass of white a night

her 3 sons, their wives

her grandchildren,

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and went on to outlive

all her sisters and friends,

but not the lilacs, and

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not the love writing

this bottled message

here in Texas today.

will 2 red-haired angels

one day get to be friends

with a little half-sister,

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maybe show her around

all the secret caves and coves

of the island they call home?

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I hope so!

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but who knows?

who knows how it

all will go, really?

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i sure don’t, but

my money’s on the love

and on the red string

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that knows all

the best waves are

still yet to come.

~~ end of poem written with hope and trust in all things good.

And hey — it’s Tuesday!

Sorry I’ve not been out to most of your blogs lately, I’m still in major bread-winning mode these days.

Love you all, tho. And plan on blog-hopping later this week, whoooohoooooo.

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Poetry On The Uneven Bars

Wow — her first 9.5!

And so sweet of Blue Bunny to think she deserved an 11.

For that “performance” she placed 7th of 35 girls in her age division last weekend at her 3rd-ever meet.

What a great Level 5 USA Gymnastics bars moment!

She’s worked amazingly hard.

Now I am off to play work amazingly hard on eBay and songs, but mostly eBay for the next little while — while drinking wine and coffee, but probably not at the same time.

And I look forward to lots of fun blog-reading-and-commenting breaks, whoooohoooooo.

Y’all take care now, ya hear!!

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Sometimes You Watch Them

Sometimes you watch them

from an umbrella or a window

or a harbor castle’s keep.

Whatever a keep is.

Something that holds

things in I guess.

But there’s no holding in

kids or flowers with hearts

and minds of their own.

Sometimes a poem that starts

about children playing in morning rain

after a birthday slumber party

ends in a grand revelation

that this year your impatiens

must’ve roamed off to Rome.

But… you sweep the

walkway for this post,

Postie’s on the way,

and even with Rome roamers,

you know everything’s still good.

Really so very wonderfully good.

With love to all you AWESOME-sweet ones.

Have fun out cavorting in the wild-flowered poetry meadows. See you there soon!

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Yes, I watered them all summer!

(The kids AND the flowers!!)

Probably just need to upgrade my soil.