The Grandma Addicts

Mother Hen:

I have only become acquainted with Rachel for a matter of months. She has an ability to make me laugh or get a bit emotional with the sweetness of her post. Please meet Rachel and furry friends..

Originally posted on rachelmankowitz:

When Mom is out running errands or gardening or being busy during the afternoon, I’m usually napping. Butterfly stretches out next to me, and Cricket drapes herself on top of me so that I can barely breathe, and we all go to sleep in a puppy pile.

Butterfly adds her friends to the puppy pile.

Butterfly adds her friends to the puppy pile.

Cricket and Butterfly can be comfy and quiet for hours, but at the first sign of Grandma returning home, all hell breaks loose. Grandma’s here! We want things!

Ah, sweet sleepies.

Ah, sweet sleepies.

"What was that?!"

“What was that?!”

I think Cricket can hear the specific sound of Grandma parking the car in the lot outside my window, and she definitely knows the sound of Grandma opening the front door of our building. Butterfly is not an expert in these particular sounds, so she relies on Cricket to tell her what’s going on.

Cricket flies off the bed and barely…

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Like a Sponge

On Tuesday my husband had a morning appointment at the Portland, Veterans hospital. Other than driving by Portland we had not visited the city. While Mr.G, went to the various departments, I went outside to try to locate an area where I could get a decent view of Portland. It would have been easier to just go up a few flights, via the elevator, but I chose to brave the cold and wind and go outside. Because of my small town upbringing I get enthused about seeing new sights. I think I mentioned that in yesterday’s post. I absorb the scenery, sights and colors, kind of like a sponge. For my newer readers, I often take photographs while my husband is driving. Reason being is that I don’t want to miss anything interesting. As we drove up to the hospital I noticed water and I got so excited. The rode was windy and there were no full views because of all the trees. By the time we got to the hospital, I was eager to start exploring. I could overwhelm you with what I saw, so instead, I will keep my composure and dole out the photos a few at a time..

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DSCN0336-004Mt St Helens in the background

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My Roots

I have previously shared that I like to collect postcards. It is not an obsessive hobby and there have been times in life that I did not bother with them. I will call it a casual hobby. I do participate with Postcrossing and it is so much fun to receive postcards from other countries. Along with this I also have a deep appreciation for vintage postcards. Life for me began in the community of Palm Springs, California, the year of 1951. I am a vintage along with the cards… Here and there I have picked up  postcards of Palm Springs.

DSCN0149I looked up the population for 1951 and it was around 45,000

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DSCN0152I found these in an antique store recently in Silverton, Or. I graduated from Palm Springs High School in 1969. Many years of my life were primarily in desert communities around Palm Springs. On Christmas Day it will be a year that we have lived in Oregon. Yesterday, we had a new experience in a large city. The hustle and bustle of city life is not for me, but I can appreciate sight-seeing and capturing what I can with my camera.

DSCN0382A window view of where we spent our day.

Bird Rescue

This frosty morning as I went out to check up on my favorite cat, I discovered that Riley had a bird pinned down in the clutches of her paws. I immediately went into, “ok”, this is not going to happen mode and told her to drop the bird. Well, not quite in that manner, I may have looked like a wild-eyed woman who was not going to see a bird die. I was able to distract her, probably caused Riley to fear for her life and was more than ready to run inside the house. As the little bird sat on the cement patio, I observed a rapid heart-beat.  I bent down to stroke its little head and it continued to sit there paralyzed by fear. I was not sure what was going on. I decided to move it onto a big flat rock and grabbed one of my husbands worn out cotton gloves for it to sit on. When I picked it up there was a little blood and instead of causing it anymore fear I laid it on top of the glove. I prayed for the bird and spoke words of kindness to it and left it alone in hopes of seeing it fly away. When I went back out to check up on it, it remained on the rock and I told it to go, you are strong and it flew towards our fence.

DSCN0298It sat there for a few minutes and again I coaxed it and said you can fly, you are strong, and at that moment it flew off and away. I don’t know the outcome, but I tried my best to protect and make it feel loved and secure.

DSCN0299Sometimes in life, all we need are words like honey, sweet kind words to remind us that we will get through the muck and the turmoil and that we really can fly..

gratitude week: day seven

DSCN0247-007on this day of rest

i am grateful

for introspection

a time to look

within

and search

for what may be amiss

as i reflect on

experiences

in life

recent and past

thankful for all

even the hard lessons

not so easy

but have helped to form

who i am..

memories of a baby boy

born to me this day

thank you young man..

for the privilege

of being your mother

for family and friends

reminders of growth

for the sweet transparent

and grateful

hearts

that shared this week

thank you..

to all that read and follow

thank you!

for life that pleases

but always enough unease

to  keep me looking

up

lifting  praise

and thanksgiving

 from my quiet corner of the world..

linking with michelle600gratitude week 2014

gratitude week: day three

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I am a morning person and I love when the light of morning greets me

and begins to make its presence

when it dances and bounces with the shadows, on the walls and furniture.

We actually lost our power last night, so we relied on this candle for light. I am grateful for morning light, candles and electricity.

DSCN0167And for the simple beauty of this box

You will find other thoughts of gratitude here