Masque No. 1

       As somewhat of a medically induced shut-in and having a lifetime of being on the lazy side regarding hair-fixin' and make-up wearin', before folks visit or I leave the nest these days I tend to gussy myself up by being sure I've taken a nap and by putting on some face lotion.  My favorite, due to smell, texture and feel, is "Masque No. 1".  It proclaims itself as an "anti-aging mask".   A few days back it gave me a good laugh to read that, because really my big goal right now is to actually get to age.  

        Much of my current activities and future plans revolve around the goal of sticking around and aging, with the exception of this lotion I suppose.  If the stuff didn't smell so good, I might not use it because now it makes me giggle and think "...hmmm...I hope this isn't sending my body mixed messages, body, let's stick around and get aged (<--- pronounced ag-ed)!"   

        Here's a photo montage of some of the smiling faces who have come over to sit with me and take a few moments in the slow lane with me.  Not everyone is pictured, but this is a pretty sweet collection of the stream of the mealtrain and sara-sitters.  There is a multitude of folks who have sent thoughtful cards, emails, flowers, phone calls, treats, prayers, and good thoughts; I appreciate you all.  Thanks to everyone!

 

    Oh wow, I am really being spoiled by friends coming to visit me these days.  I'd never choose to have an exotic tumor set up shop in my favorite organ, but one positive is that I sure do get some Grade-A quality time with beloveds.  Resting necessities and activity limitations do a good job of slowing life down, which is a bit hard for me sometimes, but it pays off with the time that I have to spend with people who I love and enjoy.   Yikes, its starting to feel like Valentine's Day, ya'll!

       I've already become bored of television the last few days, I'm sure I'll recover and start putting some time in on some DVD's soon, but even though the world's events are quite heavy and sad these days, I'm on a great NPR kick again.  I've really appreciated being able to listen to Writer's Almanac with regularity again...here's a nice one I like from their website.  Happy Spring everyone! 

      If you're near, feel free to come over and harvest some of the tulips that are festooning my backyard, just let me know so I can put some lotion on at least. 

Sweet Spring is Your Time

E. E. Cummings

"sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love"

(all the merry little birds are

flying in the floating in the

very spirits singing in

are winging in the blossoming

lovers go and lovers come

awandering awondering

but any two are perfectly

alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun

i never knew and neither did you

and everybody never breathed

quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves

each herself by opening

but shining who by thousands mean

only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly

tiny winging darting floating

merry in the blossoming

always joyful selves are singing)

"sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love"