Swaying To The Invisible

Barefooted on this Sunday afternoon.  Wearing my favorite pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt with a sporty 24 printed across the front.  My hair is long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail.  Hair trimming this week as I seriously need my hair shaped.  
Looking forward to the Beautician washing my head as I try to relax for a few minutes to think pleasant thoughts about getting older and needing a facial.  This Beautician is so young it hurts.  Still she is quite good at what she does.


When we were out to Oklahoma my oldest Grand-daughter straight ironed my hair. 

Well, she did a great job at it.  I'm not use to straight straight hair.  It was fun to have it this way for a few days before the puffy hair returned.  

One Grandson told me that I looked creepy....he got in trouble saying this and had to sit beside his mom until he said he was sorry, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud when he said this.  

This child is so sweet and HONEST.

grins.  

I'm sitting here on the brown living room sofa holding my Husband's laptop with a light breeze blowing into our house on a late SUMMER's day in the middle of nowhere pleasantly positioned in the gentle rolling hills of Kansas where the landscape signs tell one that they are in the Flint Hills.  

It's a cooler day.  Thankful and enjoyable here in the midwest.  Skies are powder blue.  No rain in the forecast.  The white curtain panels flop inward letting me know that the breeze caught their attention. They are swaying to the invisible.  

Sounds of native birds can be heard.  Locus are whirring buzz.  Crickets are chirping outside in the flowerbed as I listen to a few trains blow on by.  I have to tell myself that the trains don't last long as they are very unpredictable not traveling on a regular schedule.  It's always a surprise to me when one comes by.

Our Sunday has been very relaxing as I have taken it easy.  Two week-ends with company and I need to take it easy.  Lil Miss stayed with us two nights and we had the best time.  She was hoping to earn some pocket change and I told her I could sure use her to do a few chores.  She wanted a coloring book full of cats with hats so I let her sweep the front porch off, sweep the floors of the kitchen and powder room.  She walked on her Grandpa's back for a back rub and carried dishes to the kitchen for me.  Enough chores for a 9 year old to handle.  She did well and spent some time coloring the pictures as we chatted about 911 anniversary.

15 years ago the awful happened in New York City.  It doesn't seem possible that 15 years has gone by.  My Mom said she had never seen so many men cry before.  I said I have never seen so many people hug before.  The hugging seems to continue in the greetings of men toward one another which I see often as the handshake goes into a hug.  This is different from when I was a child. There were handshakes.  No hugs.

I have watched over and over the 911 ceremony footage of Hillary being propped up against a metal post and then wobbling to get into a van to be transported to her daughter's apartment.  I've never known a grown up to get rigid and not able to walk when having pneumonia.  Then to bounce back so quickly after resting a few hours.  I seriously do not believe Hillary has pneumonia.  Seriously.   

Overall it has been a very slow-paced day as my dear Husband has been working the backyard soil to relocate many of our Irises.  I have wanted a flowerbed in the backyard along the fence.  He had upped these Irises that were by the sidewalk that had become landlocked and relocated them to the backyard.  He's working really hard at making us a country garden.  This afternoon, he just planted 90 Irises.  Heirloom Grape scented Irises!  They smell so wonderful in the early SPRING.

The WIND has her way around here as we are on the Kansas Prairie.  The Heirloom Irises took a hit. They were swaying to the invisible last SPRING.

~SWAYING TO THE INVISIBLE~ Heirloom Irises Outside Of HOMEHAVEN

  
We have discussed in depth what we plan to do about retirement and have decided that we'd like to stay put here in small-town america at our rock house.  We'd like to stay here.  I figure we have plenty to do to stay put.  Still I continue to DOWNSIZE. Want to and have to.  Have to want to in order to make it happen. Wish there was a magic wand that I could wave and presto change-o, it would be done.  Wishful thinking doesn't make it soo.  

RIGHT NOW, I am the magic wand.  Fluttering about here and there about the house making stardust disappear and order come into existence.  Perhaps I should take on the nickname WANDA.  No such luck being called Tinkerbell. I stink at being Tinkerbell. 

Out goes so much.  Smile.  I can do this.  Excuse me.  I brought home a box of beautiful china dishes for $10.  I held my breath.  They are so pretty with small pink roses on the dishes.  Small roses.  Pink. 12 dinner plates with a gravy boat, sugar bowl with lid, creamer, cups, saucers, vegetable bowl......I just had to have them.  $10.  Only $10 for the entire box.  You're lucky if you can get one dinner plate for $20. I will wash them, let them dry and place them nicely in the cabinet.  I'll have to relocate my pictures to make room for this dinner set.  I will do this.  Tadaa. 

Temporarily placed them in vinyl storage boxes with lids.  Gasp.  This is how it happens.  Next I will be wanting them to go downstairs in the cellar on be placed on a muscle rack.  NO NO NEVAH....i will clear out the space in the white cabinet and place sets of dishes there instead of pictures.  Now where do I go with the pictures....if I place them in the upstairs chest of drawers I will have to relocate my teddy bears....then where do these sweet things go??? 

I'm sick.  I'm a sick puppy when it comes to dishes.  Sick I tell ya. Yes, sick.  Very very sick. 

This is the week I will get my hair trimmed, 
gather more items to purge from HomeHaven.  
This is the week I want to give the lawn a TEXAS HAIRCUT...that's how I put it to edging the yard.  If I play my cards right, the lawn will not need edged again until SPRING.  This is the week my dear Husband will have our Irises replanted into new backyard flowerbeds.  This is the week I will pray for many and sit quietly in my personal space called HOME.  This is the week I hope to start drinking nutritious protein drinks and think on good things.  Like Summer cooling off. 

The Summer landscape has long shadows stretched across the prairie.  Perhaps I should SWAY TO THE INVISIBLE.
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