I have something new..and free...there is a lot to be said about being frugal! Well here it is, what do you think?? <----------
"Never look a gift horse in the mouth."
Casey for scale.
Not impressed? LoL...well you might be if you need to split wood! This chopping block is helping to save my back and represents hope and intentions.
Found this out: the deal with Google is unlimited photo storage but they reduce the pixels (quality) to 16. So instead of adding more content to Flickr I'll use Google for now! It is a slow upload I don't see me being able to move 16 tons (and what do you get) of photos over there. However it is very simple to use. So the quality is going downhill...my camera refuses to give me crisp focus, and now even that is reduced. *sigh* so be it.
Found this out: the deal with Google is unlimited photo storage but they reduce the pixels (quality) to 16. So instead of adding more content to Flickr I'll use Google for now! It is a slow upload I don't see me being able to move 16 tons (and what do you get) of photos over there. However it is very simple to use. So the quality is going downhill...my camera refuses to give me crisp focus, and now even that is reduced. *sigh* so be it.
...my heart is just not in it right now...it seems so trivial.

American Beauty getting ready to shed this year.
Sadly my Mom and my Sis are gone. Drove away just like that. Gut wrenching. I struggle in between the life of my parent and the life of my son. The 60 or so years between them is the span I currently occupy...been where one is now, and on my way to where the other is. Three generations all struggling with different, but somehow related, challenges of life due to...
Age, Time, and Place.
My father transplanted his wife and three daughters from Tennessee to South Carolina back in 1960. By the first of the year I'll be the only one of us still here. It's like an encyclopedia of memories ripped out of a lifetime. Women moved to foreign lands by men. I am standing firm I will not be moved, not permanently. I will make my stand where I call home.
Age, Time, and Place.
My father transplanted his wife and three daughters from Tennessee to South Carolina back in 1960. By the first of the year I'll be the only one of us still here. It's like an encyclopedia of memories ripped out of a lifetime. Women moved to foreign lands by men. I am standing firm I will not be moved, not permanently. I will make my stand where I call home.

Casey is slowing down but still full of inquisitiveness
I'm between both ends of the spectrum...one life nearing it's terminus, and one suffering from a bout of "early onset midlife crisis". My mom and my son.
"Youth is wasted on the young." In the middle I'm struggling... "life is like a box of chocolates." "No one gets out alive." I have noperfect answers...I watch both and I have nothing to add..I observe in stunned silence my feelings are, glad I'm not <-- there anymore and glad I'm not --> there yet. What can I say? "If I'd known then what I know now?"
"Youth is wasted on the young." In the middle I'm struggling... "life is like a box of chocolates." "No one gets out alive." I have no
Maybe that is the quote for me to take with me on my journey to --> there.

Downy Woodpecker thinking, observing, pondering his life...
I remarked to my son about the recently cut forest just down the road. Mature trees, there today gone tomorrow...just like that, as it had been clear cut when I returned from CO this past summer. "I won't see that forest mature again in my lifetime." All the beautiful gold of the Hickory, the reds of the Dogwood, the surly orange of the Maples, the yellow of the Tulip Popular, and the many tones of brown of Oaks, NOT here this fall. If only I had known last fall I'd have appreciated those colors so much more..the last time I would see those trees in brilliance.
He seemed surprised and shocked when I said that. Neither will my Mom see it. I read something she wrote long ago, I just came across it the other day.
She looks out her window and speaks to the trees and leaves she witnesses that sparkle on them, "You sing to me and it is beautiful." She wrote that in a time of loneliness she was experiencing. I felt like a snoop when I found it and read it. Her words so confidential and beautiful, then again maybe I needed to hear that NOW.
If my son is lucky maybe one day will walk down this old dirt road again...maybe his son will be by his side and they will see a forest in brilliant fall display and he will recall that day. He will be the age I am now. If he does I hope he remembers it fondly...I can't say. I can say this...
"Nothing is forever." He will have to see it for both of us, he will hear it sing.

Female Northern Cardinal observing, wondering, thinking, what's next...
I launched just fine, but he is not me, what worked for me will not work for him...so what I learned is pretty useless to him...on the other end of that fire-stick burning is my mom who requires around the clock guardianship she's still independent enough to be a danger to self....she remains defiant.
Both struggle for independence, and the secret to life. Both falling short as we all do.

Casey often stands with his head outside and his body inside. Living in between two worlds?
"If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain."
Muhammad is on the way to the mountain.

Casey observes...everything is harder for him these days he has to hold his back legs together much of the time to support himself, he wobbles and he sometimes falls over, he is pretty much deaf and he is very short sighted... he likes to sit up here and think...I'm glad I have been able to spend time with this sweet thinker. I sure wish he could talk. I'd ask him, "what are we supposed to be doing with our time on this Planet?" He observes life around him I observe him as he observes life around him.
I think he would answer, "just do your best and move on."
I think he would answer, "just do your best and move on."
PEACE
Every day is a new Adventure.












