reblessed

Going back to the doctor may not seem like it ought to be listed as a delightful thing; but when one cannot get well, it is nice to be able to consult a medical professional.  And I was pleased at the end of the various tests, the doctor asked if I was an athlete because (aside from the bronchitis/sinus thing) my oxygen levels, lung capacity, blood pressure and resting heart rate were outstanding.  Hooray for the decades now (gasp) of almost daily singing and of long walks.

Anyway, I welcome the month of November with three new prescriptions and the hopes that this time, the plague will be eradicated from my lungs. 

Meanwhile, the Eastern Nephew has survived Sandy and is giggling for his first Halloween.

Pul-lease?  Just one little piece of candy?  I'll brush my tee...oh wait, I don't have any.

Yup.  I've discovered a new life mission :)

hunter moon

A collection from all over the US of the full moon rising.

And just in time for All Hallows Eve, I got to see the Bat Bridge, i.e. South Congress Bridge, i.e. the newly named Ann Richards Bridge.  (Austinites LOVE their triple named roads; should you ever visit, make sure to get explicit directions when trying to get somewhere.)

It wasn't quite the swarm that is here in mid-spring, but the atmosphere was still fragrant and swooshy.

After some spicy lemongrass tofu, got to check off another tourist thing by visiting the O. Henry house.  Am working on a lesson plan for my jury trial class including his embezzlement charges....who knew he lived in Texas & had a criminal streak? 

Ms. Emily said it best

'sometimes a certain slant of light'....   am lovin' the change in how the light is hitting my living room in the afternoons now.   Need to get a couple of cushions to sit and luxuriate in the cosiness of this glow.

packets of joy

while I very much love the efficacy & efficiency of the internet, there is still a little thrill when something good shows up in the real mail box.  This weekend brought me my voter registration card (yes, it's blurred on purpose) and a little gift from one of my heroes, Mr. Keillor.

waiting for coalescence

recipe for soup

Open the door. Peer in. Push into the furthest edge.
Move aside what won’t mix well or overpower.
Find the remnants of what you’ve lost or simply forgotten. Dredge
up the slim stalk, the threadbare bunch, the nearly bitter, the almost sour.
Find an apt container. Think of what will hold it all, not just
the heart but the space around it. Turn up the heat - a fast boil - then
simmer. Step away. Do something else while everything coalesces, as it must.
You did what you could with what you had and it’s not a matter of what, but when.
In time, it will have made itself, found new life in what you'd thought was fallow.
Bend low. See how history’s brought you here. Taste the truth before you swallow.

~maya stein

As this poet/writer is the one who inspired the hulu hoop (by the by, Bogart freaks when it lights up the room with the disco flashes), it seemed right to share her poetry today.

Finally found a penny today--love the new/retro design on the back.  Off in a few hours to indulge in a weekend-long book festival.  Because, of course, I need more book in my life!

in search of whimsy

never did the hulu hoop thing in the 70s, but while reading a friend's blog on the simply joy of swooping around like a child, decided it was the perfect thing to lift this day's spirits.  (and this blinking model was the only one they had, so have a bit more whimsy than originally planned...)

to wit: to who? to whom?