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30 09, 2019

Birthday of surprises

By |2019-09-29T20:09:55-05:00September 30th, 2019|A Writer's Life, writer, Writer's Life|0 Comments

September is my birth month. This year I celebrated big time.

The festivities started early with a chocolate pinata. The chocolate ball is suspended then cracked open in true pinata style. Pineapple, strawberry, and churro pieces fall on a tray edged in whipped cream with cups of dipping sauces like caramel. Yummy confection.

Then on my actual birthday a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my youngest daughter arrived mid-afternoon. A surprise treat. And, I so love fresh flowers, especially roses.

 

Next Husband-dear surprised me when our dinner-for-two turned into dinner with our two best friends at a local Italian restaurant. Good food, good friends, and great conversation. A lovely evening.

Husband-dear collaborated with my favorite artist on another painting for my Barbara Rudolph collection, my fifth. Each has a specific significance for me. That’s Barbara’s unique gift building your interests into her paintings. Check out her gallery. She accepts commissions for specific paintings.

This delightful little chickadee painted on a vintage postcard is extra special. Our street is called Chickadee Lane and I collect vintage postcards.It was a delightful evening. But my celebration wasn’t over.

On the weekend my sister invited Husband-dear and me to dinner then surprised me by including my brother and my oldest daughter. Another lovely evening around the table with family. My sister also gave me a huge bouquet of carnations

and a picture of us…I’m not sure next year can top this year with surprises.

27 09, 2019

Thoughts from an Emptynester

By |2019-09-26T11:04:03-05:00September 27th, 2019|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

During the past five months of living in our house with only Beekeeper Brian, I have noticed several things.

  1. Two adults cannot finish a gallon of milk before it goes bad. In fact, some weeks we barely finish a half gallon.
  2. Cooking dinner every night creates too many leftovers for two people.
  3. Some nights we just want to eat cold cereal. And we do.
  4. It is no longer necessary to do laundry on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I can do laundry twice a week and still do small loads.
  5. The large grocery cart is really too big. I can use the smaller one for my weekly shopping.
  6. I have considered only shopping once a week. I’m not sure I’m ready for that change.

I recently found an old pacifier in my lingerie drawer.  It belonged to our oldest daughter who is now 26 years old and married.  It reminded me of times past when the house was filled with noise and messes. It is quieter now and a little neater.

I’m not sure I’d say it was better – just different. A kind of different I can get used to.

25 09, 2019

What is Fall?

By |2020-10-18T15:20:12-05:00September 25th, 2019|Wednesday Quote, Wednesday Words, Weekly Quote|3 Comments

About the graphic

This suspended leaf with green in the background is a perfect depiction of fall for those of us who live along the Gulf Coast. No beautiful mountains of color here. Just the occasional leaf floating to earth.

About the quote

The quote is from Matt Lanza’s weather blog, Space City Weather. The full quote reads: “Autumn is really just a state of mind. In Houston it has to be because you certainly would never know it was just about autumn by stepping outside.”

And, indeed, we are having a very hot September. Our temperatures are in the 95+ range with heat indexes well over 100! To have a feel of fall at my house, I’m hauling fall decorations out and using fake fall foliage accents.

23 09, 2019

Footprints in the Concrete

By |2019-09-29T20:11:23-05:00September 23rd, 2019|A Writer's Life, Writer's Life|1 Comment

Over 300 hand prints, footprints, and autographs can be found in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, California. Celebrities have pressed their hands and feet into wet cement since the 1920s.

Not only people but ventriloquist dummies, horse prints of Trigger and Champion, and tires of “The Love Bug” have left their mark.

Leaving impressions in fresh concrete is a tradition that’s been around for ages. Something about wet cement calls for hands or feet or initials or just the date to be pressed on the surface.

I’ve left my print on patio slabs, stairs, and sidewalks over the years. So has my husband.

Back in the 80s, during our first return to Texas, we visited a home where he’d lived in 1946. The house, in Austin, was being renovated. The back sidewalk with his family’s embedded footprints was to be demolished. That made us both sad.

He located the new owners and asked permission to remove the section of sidewalk with his family footprints. The contractor used a diamond blade to cut the four-inch thick concrete and removed the section with his family’s footprints.

The slab weighed a ton. Well, maybe not a ton, but it was heavy. Three men loaded it into our station wagon and my husband brought it home.

Once in back Houston, we loaded it onto a little red wagon and wheeled it into the house. The slab fit on our raised hearth in the living room as though custom cut. It was quite the conversation piece!

Then we moved to Colorado where the slab lived on our covered front porch, protected from the ice and snow. Now it’s back in Texas again, on our front porch here, protected from the hot sun.I rubbed the footprints with stain to make their impressions more visible. The date 9-30-46 has worn a bit. It’s barely visible.

We smile when we pass by and think of those four footprints that now walk the streets of heaven.

20 09, 2019

Another Song

By |2019-09-17T16:33:02-05:00September 20th, 2019|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|2 Comments

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

I recently attended an adoption fundraising event for some good friends from church. It was a jewelry and accessory show by an organization called Noonday .

The mission of this group is to partner with Artisan Businesses in some of the world’s most vulnerable communities. They develop these businesses through fair trade, empowering them to grow sustainably, and to create dignified jobs for people who need them.

There were some wonderful bracelets and necklaces. I decided to look at earrings.  As I looked through the catalogue, I found the perfect pair.

They are called Calypso Earrings and are made of Water Buffalo horn.

Naturally I chose those because they remind me of a song.  Believe it or not there is a song about Water Buffalo.

Now every time I wear the earrings I walk around singing “Everybody’s got a water buffalo…”  Life with a music teacher is so much fun. :-)

18 09, 2019

Rivers and Change – Heraclitus

By |2022-09-01T19:34:37-05:00September 18th, 2019|Wednesday Quote, Wednesday Words, Wednesday Words of Wisdom|3 Comments

You can never step in the same river twice. - Heraclitus

About the graphic

The quote graphic comes from Azquotes.com It’s a fabulous site, easily searchable, if you need a quote.

About the quote

I stumbled upon this quote by Heraclitus in a daily devotional. Its deep meaning struck a chord with me. I’m not the only one. If you do a web search of the quote you will find pages and pages of blogs and essays on the meaning of Heraclitus’ words.

Philosophy was the first course I took when I went back to finish my college degree. Ever since I’m been fascinated by Greek philosophers like Heraclitus whose words are sometimes as timeless as the Bible. Want to read more about Heraclitus, check out this essay by Eric Gerlach

This quote is one with timeless meaning. Most people consider only the flowing river. The current moves and truly you can’t step in the exact spot twice, but the reality is we change too as time and experience flow over us.

We may think our lives remain the same, yet, like the river in Heraclitus’ quote, human life is continually changing. Every day we encounter new people who influence us and change our lives. We read books, take courses, and travel to new places.

Our world is in a state of flux changing by the very fact we’re alive.

To survive and succeed, we have to embrace change and flow like a river only with a new perspective.

Can you see your life flowing like a river with change?

16 09, 2019

Emotional Stages of a Writing Project

By |2019-09-16T06:38:21-05:00September 16th, 2019|Writer's Life, writing, Writing Craft|0 Comments

My blogs generally focus on my writer’s life with stories about things that strike my fancy. Today I’m sharing a fun video aimed primarily for writers.

I first saw the video many years ago on the blog of The Steve Laube Agency. Fridays on his blog are FUN day and he shared this great video by James Andrew Wilson titled The Five Emotional Stages of Writing a Novel.

If you’re not a writer, I’m hope you can relate to some of the same stages in projects you undertake. And, it’ll help you understand your writer friends better.

13 09, 2019

Wrong Side of the Fence

By |2019-09-09T20:56:07-05:00September 13th, 2019|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

There are certain boundaries here on Miller Farm that all animals must observe.

The fence between the chicken yard and the dog yard is one of those boundaries.  I regularly tell the chickens to stay on their side of the fence or they may be eaten by Bella, the dachshund.  Usually they listen.

This new flock of chicks apparently didn’t read the memo.Once they got used to the chicken yard, they decided to venture out into the dog yard.  The rooster tried to warn them.

Fortunately I was able to catch them all and throw them over the fence before the dachshunds got them.

Later that day, during my weekly visit with friends at Dairy Queen, I stood up and my legs were very sore.  It took me a minute to figure out that bending and chasing chicks used muscles I do not normally use.

Hopefully the chicks will stay on their side of the fence. I’m not sure I want to use those particular muscles again any time soon.

11 09, 2019

Trigger Dates, Anniversaries, and Memories – Virgil

By |2019-09-01T11:53:09-05:00September 11th, 2019|Wednesday Words, Wednesday Words of Wisdom, Weekly Quote|1 Comment

Years after things happen, whether we were part of the event or not, we recall and react on the anniversary. Even hearing those dates or seeing those dates can trigger memories.

  • December 7, 1941               Pearl Harbor
  • November 25, 1963            Kennedy Assassination

And, of course, September 11 2001         Attack on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon

Today is the eighteenth anniversary of that event.

I sat at home drinking coffee in our sun room with news on TV. I stared in horror as the second plane hit towers, watching the first building burn. I didn’t turn off TV for days filled with concern that my Army Reserve husband would have to go fight whatever evil had breached our borders.

I’m sure today will stir memories for those of us who lived through the event and the days following. Others will only imagine our memories through pictures like this.

No matter what date or anniversary triggers memories for you. Let’s remember Virgil’s quote used at Ground Zero.

9 09, 2019

Took A little Trip to the Gulf of Mexico

By |2019-09-09T06:54:24-05:00September 9th, 2019|A Writer's Life|0 Comments

As I rode in the car, a line from an very old ballad played in my head.

“In 1814 we took a little trip … on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.”

Chances are you won’t recognize the lyrics.

The song, “The Battle of New Orleans,” was #1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 in 1959 and Johnny Horton won Best Country and Western Performance for his rendition.

I love those oldie ballads that tell such great stories. “Trailer for Sale or Rent,” “Big Bad John,” and all of Harry Chapin’s song are other favorites.

“The Battle of New Orleans” was an educational ballad. If you’re a history buff, you know there was a battle for New Orleans in 1814. And, the story song was accurate.

But New Orleans wasn’t my destination on my trip to the Gulf of Mexico.

I was headed to Corpus Christi with my youngest daughter and her oldest son to get him settled at the A&M campus there.

Taking a child to college is such a mixed bag of emotions. Exciting and sad at the same time.

My eyes teared up as we bid him farewell at the end of the day. Grandson looked a little apprehensive at the prospect of being totally on his own so far away from home and family to me.

His Mom managed the drop off better than I did. She knew her kid, had confidence in his ability to handle the new situation.

By Marcom.tamucc – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0,

I made a second trip to The Island University on Labor Day weekend with his Pepa. This time  to bring him back home for the holiday.

Grandson was all smiles. He’d loved his first week and couldn’t wait to get back!

Growing up and turning loose can be so hard on those of us watching. At least for this Nana it is.

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