(Ironically, I was distracted by the snow and forgot to post this poem earlier today when I wrote it and added the photos. It has now snowed quite a bit more!) FRONT WINDOW Snow storm of the season! Six inches to eighteen inches possible! Stay at home! Services cancelled! These are the sound bytes we've … Continue reading Front Window
Red tape, red tape, it's everywhere today. The more we try to sort it out, the harder it becomes to get away. I've dealt with red tape today that wasn't even mine, and found myself defensive when they seemed to think I was lyin'. I know that policies, procedures, rules, and laws, are meant to … Continue reading Red Tape, Red Tape
Tasting tangerine, while watching snow fall slowly, Sunshine in the snow. ©Elaine Wood-Lane 2/16/15
High mountain sunshine, so bright and light this morning, it tempted my winter white skin. There had been too many clouds, too many days, both inside and out. While elsewhere others freeze and gaze at blinding white light, reflecting deep snow, I walked in joy in high mountain sunshine, my dog at my side. Returning … Continue reading Sunshine Soaked Brain
Still in pjs and housecoat, Sipping coffee, Listening to iTunes shuffle, opera to the Cranberries, Looking at the family budget, Dog dreaming on my lap, Minor fibromyalgia pain so far, Husband in the home office, Son sleeping downstairs, Healthy grandson, papa and mama In Illinois. Count your many blessings, Name them one by one. Life … Continue reading Counting Blessings….
It was Christmas Eve, late in the evening, when I realized there were still some things I needed to buy for Christmas dinner the next day so my sons and I drove over to our regular Walmart. The store aisles weren’t nearly as congested as I expected, but did look like someone had thrown a … Continue reading Christmas Eve at Walmart, Lubbock, Texas, 2000 Something
Stories really are the fabric of my life, both stories told and stories written. I love to read, listen to, and tell stories. I think I come by this honestly. Mother was a natural born storyteller and would tell anyone anything they wanted to know about family history, old or current, including things we didn't want her … Continue reading Stories…The Fabric of My Life