Mama Bird

What little girls find… a lost little bird and...

Have you seen a baby bird that is out of the nest a bit too soon?  They hop around, trying to fly, but can’t get off the ground or out of danger.  They know they need to be higher up, in a bush, on a fence or even better in a tree. They’re yelling for mama in their baby bird way for help.  Sometimes you see mama flying around, swooping in, encouraging and vocalizing her concern, but in reality there is little she can do.  She can’t pick up her baby and put it back in the nest till it can fully fly.  I always hated to see this.

I was taught as a child to not bother the baby bird, the mama is nearby and watching. Heatbreaking as it is she can’t pick up her baby and put it back in the nest.  All she can do is tweet encouragement and maybe a little advice in her mama bird way.  It’s up to the baby.

I’m that mama bird who is NOT nearby and it’s breaking my heart.  Oh, how I’d love to swoop in and do what is needed to help my baby!  I am encouraging and suggesting, but it’s up to him to do what he needs to do.  The helpless feeling is the worst, isn’t it, when it comes to our children.


What’s for Supper?

What’s for supper? Not much. With our impending move to California we have been consuming the food in the fridge, freezer and pantry and only buying necessary items. After being gone for the past 10 days traveling, my plan was to hit the grocery this morning for a few things. But gotta love that saying about planning, “man plans and God laughs”.

So here I sit waiting on the luggage that didn’t make all the flights with me yesterday.  When reviewing my literary initially I thought there might be a possibility this could happen. Flight out of Sacramento was on United to San Francisco and changed airlines, American Airlines from San Francisco to Dallas, then to Memphis. Apparently there wasn’t enough time between the first connection for the United baggage handlers to get the bag on the American Airlines flight to Dallas. Gosh, if I’d known that on the front end could have planned a bit better. Oh well. It’s how you choose to react to these little bumps in the road, isn’t it.

Once the luggage arrives and I’ve unpacked I’ll head to the grocery. I’ll only be shopping for me for the week. Yay! Rabbit food for the week. Well, I might sneak in a Cadbury egg or two.


More than enough

I was told yesterday that I am spoiled.  After about a half second of thought I agreed with the woman; yes, I’ll admit I am spoiled.  In fact, pretty much everyone I know is as well.  If they are offended by this, they’ll get over it.  Sometimes the truth stings a bit.  I want us to no longer take for granted our luxurious way of life.  Yes, we have a luxurious life!  We have spacious homes and most of the children have their own spacious rooms AND a bonus/play/media room in which to collect stuff that they whined about wanting and then don’t care about it once they have it.  It’s the same with the adults.  We want to live like we are rich.  By most of the world’s standards we are rich, even those of us who think we need more.  We tell ourselves we deserve IT.  Whatever IT is.  Really?  Life is hard, we all have challenges and if you haven’t you will, just wait, so stop telling yourself you deserve it.

We have more than enough.

Traveling With Angels

Treacherous. Ice covered roads, heavy fog, and 18 wheelers passing us by. Not good conditions for driving. What we learned……to pay attention when a truck changes lanes and wondering why when he’s not passing another vehicle. The reason, to get out of the way of the wreck in the right hand lane with emergency vehicles we couldn’t see due to the fog. I about wet my pants when another truck blew his horn just as we came upon the scene I just described. We also learned we need to remember to turn off the headlights when sitting for long periods of time when the car is off. You might be wondering what? We came to a slippery stop narrowly missing the car in front of us. Minutes added up to two and a half hours later when the music stopped that we were listening to. Huh, what was going on? Well, talk about feeling dumb. We had turned the car’s engine off not knowing how long we would be sitting there till traffic began moving again forgetting we had the car lights on and now we had a dead battery…… Yes, we did. A sweet older man had one of those portable battery jumper, didn’t work. We kept asking folks in other vehicles around us, finally someone had a set of jumper cables and the driver of the 18-wheeler behind us jumped us off just as the traffic began to move. YAY!! Now there was hope I could pee in toilet and not along the side of the road in the snow I seriously had been considering.

So thankful for the angels that were with us today. TWA, traveling with angels. Thanks KK….and everyone else who was praying.

Shopping Evolution

I’ll never be ready for grand-mama clothing.  You know what I mean, someone you know came to mind as you read that.

I like to think I have some style…..  I do buy comfortable shoes, but they have to have style if they are going to live in my closet.  My practicality and budget minded self doesn’t allow for many frivolous impulsive purchases.

Recently I noticed the clothing retailers I’ve shopped for years haven’t seemed to age with me.  Maybe I need to find different stores.  You know what I mean?  I’m a baby boomer, the tail end of the boom, but still a AARP boomer.  I don’t think AARP is lobbying for designers to design clothing and shoes that are somewhat currently fashionable, well made, AND the biggie, reasonably priced.  Am I wanting too much?  Surely I’m not alone in this quest. Where should I be shopping?  Where are the folks who design, make and sell clothes for women like me, average 50+ (fashionista wantabe) American woman.

I’ll tell you what brought on this rant…..  I visited my older son last weekend (he’s a freshman at a major southern university).  I had about 3 hours while my boys hung out in the dorm (they really don’t want mom to hang with them, I know this…. they didn’t tell me) to do a bit of shopping. Ooooh, I was excited at the possibilities…..I used to love to shop when I was younger, thinner and had more discretionary cash.  All that has changed, including the husband.  I don’t shop much now…. But I had some cash to spend and hit a few retailers; JC Penny, Belk’s, Chico’s and a few others in between.  I prefer smaller shops rather than department stores, as I quickly feel overwhelmed by the amount of merchandise in department stores.  I was frustrated I couldn’t find something that seem just right.  You know what I mean?  Something fresh, current, but not crossing that fine line of being too young, but not looking too old and frumpy.  When I did find something at Chico’s I choose to leave the items due to poor customer service. There was none. It was bad. What’s the point of a boutique shop if you don’t get boutique service? (BTW, I did send an email to their customer service department regarding my experience with a reply that it would be passed on to the store’s management. A lot of good it will do, not likely.)

I guess I need to seek out different places to shop, I know fashion is out there, it just has to fit my style and (gasp) age… My shopping habits need to evolve to fit my aging self, as challenging as it seems to be, I’m trying to embrace it.

My sweet grandmother showed me that you can have style regardless of age. At 93 she made sure she was well put together prior to leaving for the hospital unaware she would “cross on to glory”. (God blessed me with you Meme, I miss you still) I can only pray that I carry off style and grace she did.

Planning for the first cross country road trip

Conversation this morning with D regarding our drive to California…

D:   Been thinking about packing for our drive to California.
Me: OK… what have you been thinking about?
D:    I’m going to try to get my chair (a small recliner) in the car so I’ll at least have           something to sit in till our stuff finally gets there.
Me: OK…. I have some flat storage boxes in the attic for your clothes that should fit nicely in the back seat.
D:    I was just going to throw the clothes in the car, hanger and all.
Me: What about the clothes not on hangers?
D:    I will put them in bags.
Me: Are you planning on packing a suitcase?
D:   Yes, since we are staying in hotels I’ll need it.
Me: Oh, ok….just wondering….. I just wondering if you were going to be digging thru some black garbage bag trying to find some underwear each night of the trip. (picture me trying to keep a straight face here)

Now what makes this funny to me is even though D is left brained, fairly organized and thinks logically, I certainly wouldn’t do it this way. For those who know me, I’m organized. Very… I’m a professional organizer. But, he has to do it his way cause it’s his stuff, not mine.  And when I drive my car out to California with the dog, I will NOT have my clothes in plastic bags. At least I’m saying that now.

Life Transition

California.  It conjures up all kinds of images in one’s mind.  I’m about to move to that state with my husband.  Been to southern California; San Diego, LA and a few points in between, always wanted to go to San Fransisco…… well, now I’m going to be close, really close.  This isn’t the first time I’ve moved far away to a place I’ve never visited and I hope it isn’t my last.