Dallas Summer Day

Watermelon kitty chill...

Kinda says it all, huh? 

4th of July 2012

Burgers, watermelon, fireworks
And Good times with 
Friends and family--
May you have all that and
MORE on this the
Independence Day of these 
United States! 

Saturday Just...

HOT.

Got up and headed to the grocery store and I think that's about it for me today. On the outside anyway. You can tell I wasn't too serious about other errands if I didn't pop in my contacts in. Nope, got my 100 year old bent, scartched up glasses on.

Suppose to creep to 104 degrees F today. Joy. I'm gonna make my own iced coffee. I seem to buy it everyday, why not save my couple bucks? Got watermelon. Even got peach sorbet instead of my ice cream. It was on sale, so I'll give it shot. Could be tasty. I'll let you know.

In the meantime, gonna work on my stories for my novella. I think I finally have the idea, which really was the original idea--a collection of short stories, with the same backdrop. I tried to change it up, yet the original idea really is the best.

So stuff to get done. And I promise myself I won't take too much of lead from these kitties...

Well, maybe not TOO much....

Sunday Short and Hot

Just jump right up on it: got my Praise ON today at MY church: Inspiring Body of Christ Church, with Pastor Rickie Rush. Even saw Bear for moment and received a belated hug before service-a surprised indeed. IBOC is a church I just knew I was never, ever gonna be a member of! Pastor Rush of blessings, being anointed, people drawn to you and how we must live by faith. There was so, SO much today. To realize God's Grace took care of me, when I couldn't even really take care of myself...and trust me, this so does explain alot!

All ready treated myself to a Cafe Vanilla Frappucino. Watermelon chills in the fridge. Cats snooze now 'cause bellies are full.

Just the right time to get a bit of house stuff done, plus with all the questions of "Are you still writing?" which happened again about an hour ago, I may just need to do some.

Stay tuned.

Monday Moment

Did drink my 74 ounces of the Earth's elixir--aka water.
Gotta get my trash by the curb.
Like the fact the trash gets picked up twice a week.
Yet hate to lug it there. Cats don't help.
Which makes it a time I wish a man was on staff to do these tasks
I'd reward him with pie. Make a mean peach pie-with homemade crust!
In the meantime, will intake a deep breath and conquer said task.
Then it's a salad and watermelon because it is still Summer
As I sit back, smile and balance a cat in my lap after my lug 'o trash to the curb
Then the season finale of The Closer graces my TV
Not really so bad. Nope. Not bad at all.

Friday

Finally

Friday

Tired.

Ache from the rec center.

Suppose to be a good hurt.

Sure, OK, when I'm stiff in the morn-

I'll think how good it is.

Was gonna delve into my Blue Bell Groom's Cake Ice cream, yet

Chomped my watermelon instead.

Was 10:30pm and still 86 degrees.

My ice cream will need to wait another day.

And I'm calling it day for this one.

Finally

Saturday December Day in Dallas

For my chums in Iowa and parts North, it may be 61 degrees today. Just to rub that in.

Also I have watermelon in my fridge. Not sure where it was grown. Not too tasty Summer Sweet, yet there's still some crunch and munch there. Makes me happy.

Then there's Tom Jones. Yes, 68 year old "What's New Pussycat?" Tom Jones. I got around to watching his performance on Leno from the other night. I read the rave review of his new CD '24 Hours' last week. My thought, "Really?" My memory of Tom Jones is my mom, aunts and other females in her demograpic, camped out around the TV when his variety show came on. Hooped and hollered they did.

Then fast forward: 1975 and the Great Allentown Fair, in Allentown, PA. Tom Jones performed there, as were the Osmonds, later on that week. Females, including myself, were lined from the elevator door to the car that waited for him, outside the Sheraton. We all wanted to get a glimpse of him. My 17 yr old lips got glimpsed 4 times. Then sometime in the 80's, Tom held concert in Des Moines, Iowa. He was good, yet...there was just something not that filled with zip. Honestly, I kind of wrote him off. His time had passed--that sort of thing.

Well, then 2008 and I watch Leno. My mouth drops. "THAT's Tom Jones???! I've determined Tom Jones drinks from the same fountain as Tina Turner. The song is "I'm Alive." Tom Jones proves he is. And, now if you will excuse me, I need to go and buy me a CD--one that's not on the clearance rack at Wal-mart. I got some hoopin' and hollerin' to do.

Timing is Everything...

My chum Maria and I planned to play racquetball after work today. Even her idea. I reserved the court. My stuff was in my car. By the by, Movie Man taught us both. When Maria and I battle, we see how far we’ve come. The amount of sweat is our gauge. We’re still surprised we hit the ball and more strong about it. Are we a match for Movie Man? Uh..no. However, Movie Man does say I react more to his fast serves than the slower ones. He thinks I have more time to think on the slow serves--which a lot of times, mess me up. The faster one (which I actually prefer, because of the delusion of my degree of skill and strength) I react and seem to have good attack. Anyway, at about 2 pm, Maria says she wound up leaving her clothes at home. She lived too far away from work to go and get them—so we made a plan to play on our usual Tuesday, even tho the last usual Tuesday was about two weeks ago.

Since my plans were changed, I headed to a thrift store. I’m not certain when they became a love of mine. Sure, I think they may be more ‘junk’ than store, yet there’s treasures to be found. A solid wood dining table is waiting for me…somewhere. Wood stands the test of time—like me. Just don’t want to pay a fortune. Sand even stain it, I will. Folks who have known me since before I even knew how to drive, would gasp.

“You?” they would ask, “The one who slept until noon and then wondered why everybody else got up so early?”

Yes. Me. Time changes things. On the table treasure hunt, seen some, yet not THE one. The adventure continues.

Now, in for this Thursday. Trash curbside for tomorrow’s pick up. Birds have their food and a fresh bath to splash in. Cats have their clean conditions and kibble to munch. Salad and crunchy, cold watermelon will tingle my taste buds. The new book, Just Too Good To Be True, by E Lynn Harris patiently waits for me to turns its pages. Gotta finish it by—oh-soon-because E Lynn Harris will be in Dallas Friday night for a book signing. And wouldn’t you know-I just bought the book last night.

Stay tuned.

Come Saturday Morning Part III

….it’s pretty much Saturday Evening now. I’m exhausted. The 100 degree Dallas heat didn’t help much. Nonetheless, my writers’ group was uplifting. We realize we need to submit more, to get our words out there. Whether the feedback is bad or good—our words need to be out there. In fact the name of our group is ‘Honor the Words’—because in the end that’s all we have: words.

I’m not as comatose as I thought I would be due to racquetball. Exhausted, but not as weary as I pictured. I was, though, ravenous. With the recent groceries I purchased---last night--I didn’t want any of it tonight. So I ventured out to get some Tex-Mex grub. Which is literally 5 minutes from my bungalow.

As I walked back to my car, with my supper in hand, I gave pause. The part of Dallas, where I moved from, was a bit more new. Had those four Wal-marts in just a few miles radius of me: north, south, east and west-which I enjoyed—and some malls. Yet, where I reside now, is older (like me) and bursts with variety (also, I hope like me). Where I lived before, I couldn’t go into a Vietnamese market to purchase a watermelon due to there was no Vietnamese market in that same radius as the Wal-marts. I surveyed the businesses. Sure, there are some chains, yet the flavor of the area is neopolitan aka variety. Always something to choose from.

I like that.

Now my food awaits, along with a cat to fight me for it, and the DVR remote…

Ponderings on The 4th of July 2008

I remember a rockin’ party in my hometown, on our city park’s tennis court in 1976. Whole town partied. The hometown rock band jammed crazy all night long. No better Bicentennial celebration happened than in a mall town in Central Iowa.

I love James Cagney’s “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” Annual event, just like “The Ten Commandments.”

Will Smith will rule the 4th of July ---again, with “Hancock”. Enjoyed it, even through the holes. Soundtrack was great! Does leave the door open for a sequel. However “Independence Day” reigns supreme. Cue Jeff Goldblum.

Wall-E stole my heart. Tugged it too. Must see Wall-E.

Watermelon, ice cream, bar-b-q ,brewed ice tea and air conditioning…yep, Texas in July

Food. Friends. Good Times. That’s what I had today.

……and NFL Training Camp is just a few weeks away….Brett Favre, we love you however stay retired—your family loves you too.