Remember these idioms?

marching papers, can’t fight your way out of a paper bag, a paper chase, paper tiger, paper trail, his word isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on?

I’m sure there are hundreds more but these readily come to my mind especially as I pondered what to write about.

Our kids aren’t taught to print or write

My lip I all too often bite

Their writing and printing abysmal at best

With calligraphy they are not blessed

When they read something I pen

It’s so foreign they blankly look at me and then

Ask me what is that? I can’t read it

Like it’s a foreign language they submit

A paperless age to rid us of paper

Yet piles are stacked higher than ever

I often wonder what they’d do

If suddenly out of the blue

Their cell phones didn’t light up

Would they have any backup

In my day the 3 R’s were strictly enforced

And comes naturally unrehearsed

Although it is scratchy these days

It fills me with pleasure as I gaze

At paper with personal notes

I’m filled with joy and much verbose




My first thought upon waking up was to head to the computer and check out today’s blog posts.  My eyes, not yet awake thought the word of the day was  Boop and I was laughingly prepared to go on about Betty Boop.  Then as I copied the link over, I realized it was loop.  So I sat laughing at myself and my  mistake.

So much can be said about loop and the beginning and end of one.  Marilyn posted a carousel which brought back memories of a time long ago.

After reading Liza’s blog this morning I realized it was so well said that I had to reblog it and wondered how could I possibly add anything to it?


Caught up in a causality of our own making

Can we understand the loop and breaking

The circle of which sets us up for better or worse

Is based on our thoughts actions so perverse

We reenact the same events and causes

Blindly running on a mouse’s wheel

Going nowhere, changing nothing real

The better outcome we all wish for

Is ours for the taking with new rapport

New ideas and different folks

Tempting new thoughts to provoke

A new way of living our lives

A different way leaving old archives

Behind as we move ahead

Freeing us up instead

To live the life of fun not dread

Open a vista a horizon vast and wide

Arms open wide we embrace the tide

Forever yearning, seeking, learning

The loop instead becomes a swirl

Of endless possibilities unfurled






It’s easy to give unwanted advice

To those younger acting unwise

Whose life experiences are limited

Especially countries considered primitive

Often we do them a dis-service

For living and learning

Enhances  discerning

Being responsible comes with time

And making mistakes is not a crime

So bite your tongue resist the urge

To meddle, trusting they will emerge

Triumphant and whole without

Your truly meddlesome soul








I was relieved at the sight

Of my beloved full of inner light

Speaking forthrightly on stage

The audience fully engaged

By the beauty and truth they saw

Within her words they found no flaw

Her earnest desire to impart wisdom

To look above and beyond the system

To what could be should be can be

If we unite stand strong setting us free

To reach the stars and beyond

Moving upward and onward to respond

With love and affection to all we see

Relieved when we find true unity








lol first thought when I saw word of the day 10 green bottles hanging on the wall

If you bottle up emotions

You’ll soon see explosions

Trivial things become big things

Which will inevitably bring

Emotional turmoil heavy and deep

Suddenly you are unable to sleep

Time to uncork the bottle

Before emotions become colossal

Diffuse some of the pressure

So feelings and life are fresher









Cultural Evolution “One should pay attention to even the smallest crawling creature for these too may have a valuable lesson to teach us.” ~ Black Elk Natty Bumppo, the child of European parents, was raised among Delaware Indians. Nathaniel “Natty” Bumppo hapopened to be the fictional protagonist of James Fenimore Cooper’s pentalogy of novels; the […]

via Cultural Development — stbarbebaker

Blindsided 9

Throughout the house, she’d used dark wood flooring.  To complement the deep rich tones, she’d used a variety of white tone on tone, from vanilla to creamy magnolia.

To complement the front entrance, she’d inlaid the front bay window with a picture of a magnolia, cut into sections, using intricate pieces of glass covering both the middle and side sections, which in turn was framed with frosted glass in the center for privacy.

The lamps white ceramic bases were topped with stained glass covers she’d made herself.  Sectioned off in quarters, the center contained a butterfly, another an iris, another dogwoods and the final section, a woman wearing a big floppy hat.

The kitchen was modern, with deep cherry wood cabinets, and here too, she’d added her own personal touch.  Each cabinet door contained inset opaque glass using the same solid cream butterflies, irises, and dogwoods she’d used in the lampshades, although she’d omitted the picture of the woman.

She’d added single pane French doors off the dining room to enable a clear unobstructed view of the lush lawns and beautiful gardens she’d created in her back yard.

More of the same single pane French doors at the top end of the living room opened to a barbecue pit where she could enjoy the evening, unobserved from the street as it was flanked by the garage.

Her upstairs, private bath contained several hanging spider plants, while ferns adorned one end of the sunken tub.  She’d created a spa atmosphere, but warmer, more welcoming, with special containers for candles, lush velour white towels, and soft blue accents. The window was covered with plantation shutters for added privacy.

More of her grandmother’s cherry wood antiques graced the room in the shape of a four poster bed, and seat.  Along with modern end tables and reading lamps, a cream, pink, lavender and soft green comforter added that relaxed atmosphere she’d been looking for, without being overly feminine.

Another joy, were the French doors leading to her own private balcony overlooking her garden, and one she enjoyed nightly, weather permitting.

She loved her home, and delighted in what she’d managed to accomplish with lots of hard work, and elbow grease.  Every nook, every cranny, bespoke thought, warmth, comfort and welcome, but most of all, it was home.

Cassandra owned a beautiful little store…not a boutique exactly, but a modern little shop that catered to babies, youngsters, pregnant mothers, and teenagers up to size 16.  She had moved the store a year and a half ago to its new location and she couldn’t complain about the results.

Although the overhead was more, her sales had increased as well due to the visibility factor.  She had an assistant that she called in from time to time, and this was going to be one of those occasions.

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Maggie knew she must be in pain, because Cassandra wasn’t her usual bubbly vivacious self, she wasn’t laughing or joking…and no one teased like Cassy.

“Cassy, you want to come and stay with me for a few days?”

She grinned, “No, I’ll feel more comfortable at home because I know where everything is, but you’re welcome to come camp out with me, if you’d like.  I could use the company right now.  I don’t want you to feel you have to wait on me hand and foot though.”

“Seriously, Cassy, I’d feel a whole lot better knowing I’m close by if you need me.  I cook a mean burger too!

“Well, that’s all the incentive I need!” Cassandra agreed.

“Good, I’ll drop you off and head home for a few more clothes.  These just won’t do!  A girl’s got to keep her image up, right?”

“A must!” Cassandra agreed with a smile.  Maggy, the clothes horse, never wore the same outfit twice. Maybe mixed and matched, but never the exact same outfit.  Frankly, Cassandra didn’t know how she did it.  She had a real knack for looking beautiful, youthful; never overdone and always subtly sexy.  Cassandra often watched men’s mouths drop and their brains go to mush as she walked by, while Maggie, was completely oblivious to the carnage left in her wake. Maggie was a stunning natural blond, with blue eyes and gentle curves, long legs, and just plain beautiful.  Inside and out!

Meanwhile, Dr. Jamison had finished seeing clients at the office and began hitting the textbooks and making phone calls.  He was researching a number of things – all to do with Cassandra Jeffreys.  Nothing he found made sense….but he was going to find the answer, he had to! Her condition was eyesight threatening.

He’d deliberately skirted telling her the severity of her condition, omitting the risk factor unwilling to frighten her any more than necessary. Luckily she hadn’t asked any questions this time round, but he knew they would come.

Transitioning through any loss of sight would be extremely difficult, but she was a young beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her.  The amount of pain involved would be intense and troubling for her.  If his information was correct, she was definitely in this situation for the long haul.

Wandering around her home, she thought about the delectable colours she chosen to decorate and enhanced her space.

Her grandmother had bestowed several cherry wood antiques on her; the sideboard and hutch sat in the dining room.  She’d added an oval, dark wood table and six deep cranberry chairs rather than mimicked the look of cherry wood.

The entrance was a delicate cream.  The the crowning glory of the house, the front door, a true labour of love.  After staining the entire door and jam a beautiful rich cherry wood, she’d artfully created her own stained glass window as the centerpiece.  It had taken months to finish in the confines of her two car garage with one half given over to her creataive work space, leaving enough room for a vehicle.

It spanned the length and breadth of the six foot door, and when closed, created a circle.  She’d used beveled glass for added richness, and placed a one inch border two inches inside the beveled glass with smaller pieces of rectangular beveled opaque pieces.  Then she’d painstakingly added large triangles and inside each of these she’d inset dogwood flowers, their creamy white centers and rich dark brown stems and elegant leaves, clearly outlined. Rich, warm, and welcoming, it made a dramatic statement and it was beautiful.

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Natty is a very old word

And clearly not often heard

It mans chic elegant snazzy

Nothing here that’s trashy

Coiffed to perfection

In the latest collection

Clean tidy well put together

Completely lovely, altogether






Then and now



Forty-two years ago today I was wed

On this anniversary tears I often shed

Today however it brings me such joy

Instead a reminder of my girl and boy

Who were a product of love long ago

Two special people a pleasure to know

Perhaps what once was wasn’t meant to be

Our ancestry though branches of a tree

Provide comfort humour and laughter it’s true

We three have stayed strong for which I thank you.