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Benefit of the Winds
If I open the windows and the sunroom door I get a great cross breeze from my bedroom window. Air flows across the skin and the brain registers a pleasing smile, the sigh of gratitude for a bit of "fresh" ness. In Fall the leaves tell me the cool entity acheek is from the circulation of molecules fueled by nature to inform me of the season's change. Winter, we will not discuss winter.
Spring came late in Michigan, USA. Had snow in April measured in inches. Stuff just stopped. Daffodils froze in their bulbdoms, tulips strained to show up late. I have just completed putting in 300 glads and 20 packets of seeds. I weeded as I planted. Out late, I had to cut corners somewhere. Apparently, last Fall was not a time for putting down weed killer after clearing gardens. I did put down insecticide before snowfall, now I can not weed and seed so it will be pulling until the proverbial cows show up. Five rose bushes are blooming red/deeper red, yellow, red, peach. 5 bushes put in 05-14 are covered with leaves. I approach the thorns with caution.
Father's Day - If you have kids and you are male--celebrate by looking deeply into the eyes of your children (adult offspring) and tell them inspite of everything, you love them, and because of everything, you love them. Just love em and make sure to tell them periodically. They will appreciate it. Great mental health happens inside their brains and they carry it out into their world, grinning uncontrollably. Then you get the weed wacker you always wanted on F Day. Or that toolbox, the rare album (cd now vynal) or the spiffy bar-b-que apron and grill utinsils. Or jewels, or the self colored pictured from the 4 year old. Paintings are nice gifts, so are little statues, or silver or gold anything. It will accompany The Tee Shirt of favorite sports team with accompanying hat. Electronics are always welcome. The phone call comes from across ocean on F Day. Newly christened dads, hold the tyke in diapers, and enjoy the gift of smiles and gurgles accompanied with lots of spit and bits of food on your favorite pants.
I will make Stella's salad and serve it at the family gathering. Recently diagnosed as insulin worthy, i will eat no bar-b-que, no potato salad, no pasta, no cakebreadorpie like sugar filled substances. No punch pop (soda) booze aka beer, or large quantities of anything. Purple and green seedless grapes, 3 cheeses, baby kale, spring salad mix, mandarin oranges, strawberries and no salad dressing (may sneak in Italian Lite) are in my near future. Drink water. I float in it literally most days. Watermelon okay if I eat a near invisible sized slice. Weeping over the brownies may occur unexpectedly. There will be ice cream. There is always ice cream. If I get close I may be able to inhale a few calories of chocolate or Mike's Hard Lemonade.
But this is about breezes and winds and gusts of glorious air wafting across the skin. If harsh, we learn the reason for the invention of sweaters and jackets, coats and ear muffs. For now, enjoy the temperature because cool air turns to hot air later around July 4th. Sleeveless is the only way possible to go. It's the sun's fault. Mercy, mercy, mercy! Presently, iI sit n the cross current and feel it on my right lower leg. Yes, in motion, air. Can't live without it.
Enjoy the holiday you guys. If your dad is dead, go to cemetary and leave a live plant. Sometimes you have to do the memory. If he is in the hospital, sneak in the contraband cookies or candy. Hey celebrate. Find a way, your own unique way to honor the seed donor. Like him, don't like him, he's still the man who made you possible. If in prison, nice long letter or a pretty card with pictures of the fam. You get the idea. Become the memory - then grin at the mirror. The winds of time will grin back.
Luv U All
Lady A
06-13-14
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