wondering if these ruby shoes still have some magic left in them....

but then again, what would i do with them if they did? i'm sure i could think of something...

pink

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i think geraniums are like the clowns of the summer annuals. they're so in-your-face bright. i love them.
the p.b. kid's summer ritual...the afternoon nap. she's got to keep up her strength for lifting those heavy spoons of peanut butter.


my brother-in-law told me the other day that he's dealing with some mid-life crisis issues. i told him that i was dealing with the same.

honestly though,mine feels more like a full-blown psychotic state. the thesaurus defines crisis as: "A highly volatile dangerous situation requiring immediate remedial action."

there's just no way to administer immediate remedial action to this kind of crisis however. it's just something you have to sort through and it takes time. probably the universe figured that by mid-life you'd have the patience and tolerance to be able to navigate the relentless, nagging doubts and feelings that spring up right about this time in life.

what was the universe thinking?

why is that whenever we're sitting on the fence about a decision we're trying to make, that the fence we are sitting on always has to be barbed wire? sometimes we just need to be on that fence for a little bit but the barbed wire makes it so prickly and uncomfortable that we jump off of it and end up making a decision that may not have been the best choice.

maybe the trick is to learn how to sit differently and endure that prickly feeling.




there are many rivalries between the southern states over various things. one of those rivalries is about who grows the best peaches. georgia says they do, south carolina says they do. it's debatable in my opinion because they're both wonderful. but the one thing that south carolina has that georgia can't compete with is this clever water tank.

i've driven past this steel peach a million and one times over the past twenty two years on my way back and forth from georgia to north carolina. when the p.b. kid was little, she used to call it the big peach butt. i finally stopped this past weekend on my way back from atlanta to shoot it.

it's located in gaffney, south carolina and it was built in 1981. the artist is peter freudenberg. it's called the peachoid water tank and its capacity is one million gallons.

it wouldn't make a very good cobbler, but it sure is fun to look at.

i have a drinking problem.
i know i am powerless over it.
i put it above all else.

and yes, i've basically turned into a bag of coffee at this point but i don't care. at least i smell really, really good. people always like the smell of french roast. my brother-in-law told me the other week that he was back "on it" but only for a short while until he quits cold turkey again. i don't buy it though. because coffee is the nectar of the gods. plain and simple. i came across this the other day. i won't say how much it would take to kill me because then you'd know how much i weigh, but let 's just say i've come dangerously close.

but i don't care.

all the farms down my way are disappearing. they're being bought up and turned into dry cleaning businesses and nail salons. it's disturbing, but i'm a part of it i suppose because my house sits on what was once a cow pasture.

for now, i will enjoy these cornfields and wonder what great recipe my friend tracy would have for this beautiful silver queen corn?



the sage is called "hot lips salvia" and it blooms forever. it's like a bar and grill for the hummingbirds who adore its nectar.

today is your birthday.
my world became so much better when you walked into it and i thank god for that.
i thank god for you.

happy birthday, love
with all of my heart

marriage

"are you sure you know where the nearest coffee shop is around here? because my feathers are draggin' and i am so tired."

"trust me. if you follow me, i'll get you there"

sometimes i'm following, sometimes i'm leading, sometimes it's just time for a coffee. the trick is knowing which one to do at which time.

i think sometimes in our lives we must be destined to have periods of time when we go to the outer limits of what we've always known as our existence. we hang out there for a while testing new things out and sometimes creating all kinds of chaos for ourselves. eventually, we start the journey to finding our new middle ground. maybe all we can do is hope to survive it with the least amount of damage to ourselves and the people that we love.

i'm still dealing with my leg saga from april. dr. sofreakinghot tells me that i have reflux in my leg and it's not something mylanta will cure. he's got to send a laser up into my vein and zap it out of existence. he says this will take care of my cankles. but i have to play the insurance game and wait a few months before i can have it done. so in the meantime, i went to my regular doctor and asked for something to take the swelling down while i wait for the surgery.....in october. she agreed and i took my first dosage yesterday morning at 7:30am.

8:00am
oh dear god i hope there's a parking space close today because my bladder is about to explode
8:30am
i am sure that this is the longest pee in voiding history
8:50am
no, this surely must be the longest pee ever
9:20am
okay, maybe i better start restricting fluids so i can actually get some work done
10:04 am
they say that our bodies are made of 98 percent water, i'm sure i have peed out 97 percent
11:00am
begging to be catheterized
11:34am
cursing the fact that my workplace doesn't use the lotioned toilet paper
2:00pm
basically a prune at this point
2:45pm
why did i think wearing the pants with a four button waistband and a belt was a good idea today?
3:05pm
maybe depends aren't such a bad idea afterall
4:15pm
praying fervently to the urine gods for release from this hell
6:25pm
don't have any brains left because i'm sure i've peed them out