It seems like an eternity since I’ve visited my blog…and many of you. And as time has flown by in my little world so much has happened that I don’t even know where to begin. So maybe I’ll work my way backward and begin there.
A few months ago my SIL moved into our weence cottage and we’ve been having tons of fun since then. Not that we didn’t have fun before, because there is always fun to be had. She’s just added a different kind of fun. Does this sound strange to you? It isn’t really as she’s got a great sense of humor and can find the “funny” in most every situation. Some evenings the three of us sit around singing songs while she and hubby play their guitars. Me? I don’t play any musical instruments even though I took piano lessons several times throughout my childhood. But each time my instructors said I was much too fidgety a child and lacked the attention span. One of my instructors even tried bribing me with chocolate bars, but after a while not even chocolate could tempt me to sit still long enough to practice. So, there you have it! I play no musical instruments, however, I’m thinking about taking up the harp…oh how I love the harp and the gentle music that flows from its strings!!!
And then there are the “other nights” where we sit around and play Farmville for hours and have long conversations about this, that, and nothing at all. Endless jabber is what I call it, but oh what fun to see where it leads and trust me, it always leads somewhere.
Last weekend hubby and I met my dad along with his SO in the quaint little town of San Juan Capistrano for lunch at Ruby’s Diner and then a stroll about the gardens of the Mission.
Have you ever been to the mission? It’s such a serene place to spend the afternoon and the perfect place for me to visit after attending my friend’s memorial service. I hate memorial services! Especially when you walk into a room where you don’t know a single soul or only 1 to 2 of them. These are what make up some of the most uncomfortable moments in life.
But the gardens filled with trickling fountains of goldfish and water lilies took my mind off the mornings memorial. Missions always have a quieting effect on my soul.
There was this tiny enclosed courtyard that led through the doors of the old stone church or what’s left of its remains.
If you look to the left and see the bells, the enclosed courtyard is on the other side. Oh Dear! Look! There’s a person on my blog! Aw…it’s just my dad! isn’t he cute? He didn’t know I was taking pictures of him. Don’t tell, but one Christmas a little boy saw him in Target and thought he was Santa Claus…I can’t imagine why, can you?
And just in case you’re wondering…”no,” those are Not his toes…they’re mine ;-). Although I’m sure they bear some resemblance to his, minus the polish, of course. Oh, what was that, “you’ve never seen me wearing jeans before?” Yeah, I know, I’m kinda on a jeans kick, but with the warmer weather approaching I’ll be going back to my linen skirts and ruffled petticoats.
I’m deviating aren’t I? To tell you the truth, I’m not sure where I was going with all this. Oh yes, my life over the past several months. Let’s see…SIL moved in…went on vacation to Arizona…visited some amazing and not so amazing places. Some of those amazing places I need to post pictures from.
It appears I have seasons in my life with different rhythms and different desires and somehow my rhythms have all become catawampus (I like that word). And it appears that I have lost my blogging rhythm all together, but will try most earnestly to get it back…like my roses that have gone wild.
I know I’m making no sense what-so-ever, but thanks for listening anyway.