Unmitigated

Gratitude

*I haven't posted in so long, nor typed on a regular keyboard, that I have lost the skills required. Also, my netbook doesnt add in the apostrophes for me.*

You all know my daughter got married last November, right? She married Lovely Young Man, and they are happily ensconced in the house across the street from us. Lovely Young Man has a new, full-time job, and they own their house, and the New Mrs. has a job she loves.

Every parent out there is sighing with me. What a wonderful thing; to know your child is moved on safely and happily, but not so far as to be painfully separated.

My son, on the other hand...well, he is still a bit up in the air as to location, but the girl? She is a doll. She is smart and funny and beautiful, and they are crazy about each other. I could not have hoped for a better partner for my boy. The fact that they currently live about 2,000 miles apart? We'll call that a hiccup. A minor irritation (for me, at least. I'm sure they find this obstacle to be more than a minor pain).

But they both seem determined to see this through until such time as they can be in the same place together. I am so happy for them, yet I ache for them both when they must separate after each week or two together. Since December of 2011, they have been in the same place at the same time for a grand total of about six weeks, not including her current visit of two weeks. 

So: No sighing for this one just yet, but it still feels good.

Reality

   am not really very good at keeping up with a blogging challenge.

Late to the Party

You know the deal...if you don't know the deal, learn the deal by clicking on the A-Z Blogging Challenge button in the right sidebar.

 

Today's Letter:

from Scrapbook Alphabet

H is for hugs. I am a little late to the Love Your Body party, but in yoga class this morning, I realized that much of what we do in class is all about loving ourselves. Many of the postures we do in class are somewhat modified, since we are a class full of people with chronic pain issues. Marty, our teacher, stresses that we are taking care of ourselves through the whole process, both during class, and even by making the time to be there. Beyond that, though, he will tell us, "Hug your right knee in to your chest," or "Kiss your big toes together and sink into Child's Pose." 

Is this unique to yoga-for-the-infirm, or do other teachers sue the same language?

Good SATURDAY Morning, Everyone

Boy Howdy, I love these SATURDAY (not Monday) mornings, don't you? This is today's (SATURDAY'S) post for the A-Z Blogging Challenge...details can be found by clicking on the badge in my right sidebar...

 

Today's (Today, which is SATURDAY) Letter:

Letter G from 123 Royalty Free

For many years now, one of my favorite reads has been Mrs. G at Derfwad Manor (or the Women's Colony, there have been a few permutations over the years...). And now, O! be joyful! Mrs. G is making a road trip. Expect to see me in my full Derfwad glory mid-July when she stops in Toledo, just an hour south of here.

Enjoy your SATURDAY, everyone. I will see you again on Monday for the next letter (let's leave it a surprise, shall we?)

More Playground of Asphalt Memories

This is Day 6 of the A-Z Blogging Challenge...see more by following the link in the right sidebar...

 

Today's Letter:

Hans Holbein's "Dance of Death" alphabet, capital F from fromoldbooks.org

Yesterday, Ms. Partly Cloudy happily gamboled across the street to show me her new costume for the Faire. Not the "e" at the end of that term. Not a fair with rides and games, a Faire with turkey legs and jousting.

Late summer brings the Renaissance Festival to southeast Michigan, and Ms. Partly Cloudy found a great deal on a new costume (she'll rotate the belly dancer outfit in on warmer days).

gown via etsy from seller Loriann37

As gorgeous as her new gown is, and as amazing as the deal may have been, I feel certain it was not the first thing you noticed about my lovely daughter. *sigh* She's done it again.

In any case, seeing her dressed for the faire put a song in my head...another playground activity from 40 years back...

All the girls stand in a circle, and start with a volunteer in the center...altogether now:

"We're going to Kentucky
We're going to the fair
To see a senorita
With ribbons in her hair.

(Center girl starts to boogie)
"Oh, shake it, baby, shake it
Shake it if you can
Shake it like a milkshake
Shake it if you can!

(Center girl closes eyes, points finger, and twirls)
"Round and round and round she goes
Where she stops, nobody knows!"

Whereupon, the girl who is being pointed AT, takes the center of the circle. Repeat until the bell rings. 

This one seems to have a pretty good following.