Makes me smile

Just the other day I watched in amusement as my boss (the GM) walked by my desk, dragging an oversize Samsonite and golf bag.

Seems she'd chosen an inopportune time to use the ladies room...for on her way back across the crowded lobby, a guest tapped her shoulder and asked that she "take care of" his luggage.   OK, then!

That reminded me of a long-ago incident involving my sweet mother:  
84 years young, she'd just deplaned from a long flight; and as was the custom, looked about for her wheelchair transport and a Sky-Cap.  
Seeing neither -- but not wanting to be a bother (that was momma!) she set out in a slow, careful gait to baggage claim.

But!  Then came a touch on her elbow and the welcomed wheelchair.   Momma's "Sky-Cap" waited patiently until her luggage was located.  With few words exchanged, he proceeded to wheel her outside, placed her bags in the trunk and after assuring himself she was comfortable, accepted a crumpled $1 bill.  

Exiting the airport, her driver couldn't contain himself:
"Lady, I don't know who you are, but you must have made quite an impression.   Why, that Captain not only flew you here, but pushed your chair and carried your bags."

Naturally, she was mortified.  But as my co-worker would say, "He was raised right."

It's a bit nice on this Mother's Day eve to look back and chuckle (vs. weep).  


2001

May I share another favorite memory?

Invariably, tomorrow my son and I will remind each other of the last Mother's Day visit we made to Outback Steakhouse in Montgomery.   How mother looked forward to enjoying a margarita!   Still, none of us guessed the effects the alcohol would have on her tiny, fragile self.   When the server came to take our order, mother sat up straight and announced in a loud clear voice, she was having the "Outhouse Special."  

Bless her heart, the waitress didn't blink an eye.   Another one, raised right.

Whether you're observing a busy Mother's Day with family ... or more quietly via your memories ... I hope your Sunday is wonderfully satisfying!

Hugs from Phoenix!

Ironic ...

So, it just occurred to me I began the new year focused on feeling Grateful.
 
Well, I suspect the Universe said, "let's see about that."

Here, only a month ago when I was wallowing in grief over the loss of Caraleigh, another enemy was at work behind the scenes.   

Last Thursday, we learned DH has lung cancer.   Obviously, we're both devastated; still waiting on results of today's PET-scan to determine the stage and plan of attack.

As you're so inclined, please keep us (him) in your thoughts and prayers.

Thank you, and God bless.

Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra (aka Mevely)

PS -  Once I get my "moxie" back, I  hope to start re-visiting each of your little places in the sun.   Bear with me, OK?   

Of Spring ... and Speed

Happy Spring!  

Except ...having spent the last decade in the desert Southwest, I'm convinced (that) Springtime is a myth ... showing up for a week; perhaps two.  

Nevertheless, DH and I agreed something Must.Be.Done about the storm-ravaged hibiscus before the weather gets much hotter.  Hubby went to get his shovel.  
Then, "Come look!"



I probably left the plant "as is" for empathy!



 Do you see what I see?

 

Even while I'm reluctant to let go of Winter, I'm awed by new life forms ... and the sheer resiliency of Mother Nature.  ('Still working on the gratitude part, but suspect it, too, will come around in time.)

 

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So wish I were able to reach out across the miles and give ya'all a big HUG.  Your condolences and personal stories have touched our hearts.   It's still darn difficult to get up, put one foot in front of the other and a stick a smile on my face ... but in large measure, it's YOU who make it so worthwhile.

 

Now!  Are you ready to see some funny pictures?   (Those of you FB friends already know where this is going .... don't you?)

 

DH may be embarrassed to admit it, but deep down the man loves NASCAR.   So for his birthday last month I gifted him one of these itty-bitty scale race cars, with a note attached, asking, "Would you like to take a ride?"

 

So Saturday was "D-Day", and DH was literally floating on air!  I was a bit surprised how many folks our age were there, eagerly waiting their turn. One sweet little old lady just cracked me up, lamenting her hubby's fate and wishing she had a bottle of wine to calm her nerves.  
   

Wardrobe malfunction!

"Snug" is an understatement .... he said it gets WARM in there!

 

The Wallace team was so incredibly professional and  focused on safety.   I didn't realize, even their helmets are buckled to the car!



Um, I'd forgotten these cars don't have DOORS!

 

Phoenix Int'l. Raceway's not one of the SUPER-speedways, but DH was still able to experience the "NASCAR experience" at 150+ mph.
After, I asked:  "Did the driver say anything to you?"    "Yes, just once: 'Hang on." :)  

  

Thank you, Rusty Wallace for creating such a FUN experience for all the little kids posing as mild-mannered senior citizens!

Have a great week everyone ... hugs from Phoenix!

 

 



Celebrating Cara

 

13 years ago today ... in those fuzzy moments between slumber and awareness ... I wished myself a "Happy Birthday" --  and resolved to find Caraleigh.  

 

 

 

You see, I'd longed for a little companion for years.   That is, of course, when my life became perfectly aligned.  (right....)  

 

I'd always known the little stranger would be a "Caraleigh."

... that she'd possess a sweet disposition, sleep in her own little bed and obey my every command.

  

Well, 1 out of 3 isn't so bad.   I still smile remembering the early days when my boss asked, "So, which one of you is the 'alpha'?"   (Umm, it ain't me, babe.)

 

Funny face!

 

Shortly thereafter, DH and I met, moved across the country and were married ... and I slowly learned to trust another to love and help care for my most precious possession.  

      

As is expected in canine years, my girl began to slow.  She had to be lifted beside me ... on the computer, while reading or simply cat-napping.  

 

A trip to the vet confirmed a heart murmur and meds were given.   No real cause for alarm, so they said. 

 

But early Tuesday morning, I spied Cara gazing this way and that ... seemingly at nothing.   "Are you looking at angels, baby?"    Had I known of the anguished telephone call I'd be receiving in a few hours, I'd never have left for work.    

 

Friends, I'm so sorry for this self-serving pity-party.   Perhaps, in time I'll take it down.  Right now, however, I can't recall a time when my heart's been so shattered, and I feel a Need to write.    

 

These last few days, I woke-up  ...  surprised and a bit disappointed that I did.   

 

Yet, I realize it's me who needs to heed the reminder I'd speak to Caraleigh every morning we were together:  "We give thanks to Mr. God for this new day, little girl ... let's rejoice and be glad in it." 

June 20, 2000 - March 12, 2013



 

Flashback Friday

.... er, Saturday!
I'm a bit tardy arriving at Miss Martha's party, but didn't want to miss the opportunity to share a few of my favorite memories.

My sweet bloggy friend, Charlotte, says it so well:  ".... I still can't get over how fast a week goes by.  Not just a week, but a month, a year, a lifetime."

This same weekend, 18 short years ago, my granddaughter celebrated her 1st birthday at my mother's in Port Charlotte.   It meant so much to mother that Sarah was baptized into her church that beautiful Sunday morning!

The quality of this photo is poor, but it remains one of my favorite images!



Besides the baby doll, mother gave my son and Lois a lovely diamond  (which belonged to her own mother), asking that it be given to Sarah when she turned 18.  















Today, my granddaughter is a lovely, soft-spoken young woman who still lists "going to church" as one of her favorite activities.  Knowing that, I figure my mom's up there busting her buttons!

Happy, happy birthday .... and so very many more!

Hugs from Phoenix!

Say what?

Do you enjoy talk radio?    As a rule, I try to avoid listening.  Invariably, I wind up getting angry and/or overly- emotional.

Who needs more reasons to stress, right?

Other days I can't resist.
Sure enough, one topic recently piqued my interest:  Whatever happened to the phrase, "You're welcome"?

Before you get to thinking, "Uh-oh, here goes Miss Manners."
... these are the same hosts who, a few months ago, believed the term, "thank you" was being used too often.   Go figure!

Me?  I'm plenty guilty of saying, "You betcha!" ... "No prob!" ... "Anytime!", in response to others' thanks.

But for the life of me, I couldn't recall the last time I said, "You're welcome"!
To these informal-ized ears, that sounds rather archaic.

But feeling archaic myself lately (lol), I made a conscious effort.
...and discovered the words flow off my tongue easier if add one little word -- and  a smile: "You're most welcome."

While I sometimes get the odd look, I think it's becoming a habit.

Are there any "lost" expressions you'd like to see coming around again?

Grandpa's dash

"I really should leave well enough alone."  
....  that's what I tell myself most days.

Then, there's those times I indulge in the fanciful.
You know that game?   "Living or dead, who'd you most like to invite for dinner?"  

That would be my paternal grandfather, the Rev. Franz E. Willer (ca 1877- 1944).
I'd raise a glass and just ask, "What happened?"

Graduation from Concordia Seminary, St. Louis, MO

Obviously, I'm not the only one who never knew a grandparent.  But what gnaws at me, is not knowing what went on inside that dash ... between Franz' dates of birth and death.

Growing up, I suppose my cousins and I were too self-absorbed to wonder why Grandma Willer -- or our parents for that matter -- never spoke of him.    Not a word.
Except(!) for my having discovered a "post-it" note tucked inside my father's wallet after his death ... detailing the location of his father's grave-site.

Later, the cousins and I'd share our suspicions.   The most widely-held scenario involved (gasp!) a female parishioner.    

I like to believe he was terribly misunderstood ... cast out by my prideful grandmother.
An affair of the heart?   Ya, that's it.

So, I'd really appreciate your unbiased opinion.

I've a cousin-in-law, recently retired from the ministry, who's a bit of a historian.    His wife (my fav cousin)  tragically passed a few years ago, so Gary and I've never met.
Is it folly to ask him if Sue, perhaps, had any insight or stories to share?

...or, am I better leaving well enough alone?

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Happy to sharing with sweet Martha at Flashback Friday.

Hugs from Phoenix!