Saturday, August 30, 2014

Home Time


Bill was not supposed to be home this weekend, which was disappointing. However, as is always the case in trucking, orders change, routes change, and schedules change.  Often this means more time out on the road, sometimes days, sometimes weeks. It isn't easy or even pleasant, but Bill is just the kind of man who does the right thing, even when it isn't easy.  

Bill is known for his Superman rescues. There are emergency swaps where a trucker needs someone to take their load. It may be for health reasons, mechanical issues, or any number of  issues. There have been times Bill has driven out of his way, even backtracking to check on a driver who wasn't answering his messages. He has taken buses to pick up trucks abandoned by drivers who quit without notice. He is always ready and willing to do what is needed and be useful, even when it affects his own home time. Many times he has stayed out on the road when he was needed, even though it meant he got home later than planned. He is always out for at least three weeks, usually for 4-6 weeks. 

What goes around comes around. For all of his hard work and helping others, this time he got lucky...Bill is home a few days early! We will actually be together for a holiday. It somehow even seems appropriate that he is able to relax at home on Labor Day. I am so happy for him, as he really deserves this. 

So, your long weekend, your holiday of relaxation. Enjoy the bittersweet unofficial end of Summer. Most of all, enjoy your family and relish those moments together. I know that we will. I will see you all back here soon!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Tracks


The house sits not far from the track;
the old gal sits in a chair out back.
Her worn, faded Bible says 1904,
as does the bridge that promised her more.
Progress had never ceased to amaze,
while several children she managed to raise.
She, herself, grew up by this track,
listening to the clackety-clack.
She dreamt of places where the tracks would go
when the trains went by and their whistles would blow.
She would listen to stories the porter would tell
when he would come and sit for a spell.
But dreams are just that and when life is through
it never matters which ones came true.
Time has finally taken its toll;
life has passed by with the dreams it stole.
Now she remains in the house by the track
and still she waits in the chair out back,
until the day that she will ride high
tracks made of gold in the silver sky.


Poem & Image: McGuffy Ann Morris

A Butterfly


Silver-Spotted Skipper
Skippers fly from one flower plant to another in short skips,
earning them this name, "Skipper". There are well over 3000
known varieties of this butterfly species. The Silver-Spotted
Skipper is one of the largest and most common kinds. Along with
it's distinctive colour pattern, it has a wider head with noticeably 
down-curved antennae tips. 

Bill captured these photos in our back yard the last time he was 
home. This Skipper was resting on our Tiger Lillies. He seemed
almost as curious about Bill as Bill was about him. Bill tries to 
capture these kind of photos knowing how much I love them. 
We both like sharing them here with you!




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Curious as a Cathy

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

National Dog Day!


Happy National Dog Day!
Stella says, "Now: go hug your dog
...and please give them a treat!"
~xo~


Rubbish Tuesday #17

There are some great old relics along the back roads of America.


North of the Wisconsin-Illinois border, on 
"Beer Can Road", you can find this old tractor. 


Once useful equipment, it now rests in front of an old farm.


The tractor is actually quite well preserved.


The History of these tractors is well preserved, too.


I pass by this rusty relic every time I go up to town.
I always admire it and am happy to share it with:

Saturday, August 23, 2014

A Surprise!


A surprise came in the mail! A catnip toy mouse!


It was sent to The Girls, but Chloe Jo claimed it as hers.


She touched it, tasted it, and tossed it around.


She definitely approves of her new mouse friend.


Chloe Jo says, "Thank you, Katie & Katie's Mom!"
~xoxo~

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Good Fences #22

Kansas cattle weathering a very stormy day.


Bill drives a refrigerated truck. Most of his loads are food, 
and most of those are meat loads. Consequently, he travels 
back and forth through cattle country quite often. It is always
interesting for me to observe the animals in their environment
(even when we are going 65 MPH).  




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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Rubbish Tuesday #16


A rusty relic in a lonely, old Texas town.




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Monday, August 18, 2014

Sweet Dreams


I believe in dreams. I believe we need to dream and I believe dreams can come true. The first poem that I truly took to heart was at the age of 13. The poem is:

“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
                         ~Langston Hughes
As humans, dreams bring us hope. We cling to our hopes and dreams. They keep us afloat during difficult times. They move us forward to our accomplishments. They can help us overcome fears by pushing us to reach for that elusive golden ring in life.
In our youth we learn to dream. We dream of what our life will be like, who we will become, and even who we will share it with. We dream of what we will be, what we will do with our life. The possibilities are endless, and usually will change as we grow.
As we get older we change; life changes us. Consequently, our dreams change, too. That is the beauty of dreams: dreams can be changed. We can give up some dreams; we can create new dreams. Sometimes we realize dreams may not be practical. Some dreams may not be within our control. If we hold onto these dreams, they can keep us from seeing the beauty of our reality. We risk never being happy.
Let us appreciate what we have, even if it means letting go of things that are not meant to be. Let us find new dreams when old ones become broken or worn out. Let us never miss out on blessings because we cling to old dreams.
I believe in dreams, but I believe in blessings, too. We need to remember that reality is even more important than dreams. Some dreams are not meant to be, no matter how much we wish for it. However, some blessings become our reality even though we never wished for it. 
Sweet dreams are made of these.

(Bad) Poetry, by Bill

Ode to Sam

Not heftylump,
not woozle,
for she's just a cow
in cat's pajamas.

~Bill Morris

Sam blessed our home and hearts for nearly twenty years. Sam knew no limits to life or love. She talked to everyone (or just herself) her entire life. She was the dominant female over all of our "own" cats and the fosters/rescues as well. She even ruled the dogs. Sam's queendom was ruled by love, though. She did not have a bit of meanness in her heart or soul. 

Sam chose Bill as her "purrson", though she loved everyone. She was the first cat who ever owned Bill. It made a lasting impression on him. Though he is really a musician, he penned this poem just for her when she wasn't much more than a kitten. She was very unique and very much loved.

Though she has been over the Rainbow many years now, Sam lives on in our memory and our hearts. This one is for her...from Bill.

Bad Poetry Day

I read poetry to my cats 
beginning at an early age.

This could be Chloe Jo, which would 
definitely qualify as "bad poetry".

This could also be Chloe Jo,
as she is very oral and lives to eat.

Chloe Jo says,
"Enjoy Bad Poetry Day
...preferably with a cat!"

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Black Cats are Special

We love black cats and appreciate them every day. We are blessed by two sisters, whom we have raised from two days of age. They believe we are their "real" parents, and that is fine with us.

Chloe Jo & Grizelda Zoe, 6 weeks


Chloe Jo is short-haired. She is very impetuous, affectionate, and demanding. She loves everyone: people of all ages, cats, dogs, and even bugs. Chloe Jo also has special needs. She has suffered chronic autoimmune problems from birth. These issues mainly affect her breathing, both sinuses and lungs. The problems are both chronic and serious. She is a perpetual baby in her actions and thinking. We all take care of her and make sure that she is happy, healthy and feels safe.

Chloe Jo sees things a bit differently

Grizelda is long-haired. She is cautious, intelligent, independent, and very sweet. She loves people, but needs her own space. She is very different than her sister, Chloe Jo. It takes Grizelda awhile to trust people. She can be quite elusive when people visit, including the pet sitter. Her nickname is "Sasquatch", as there are often "rumoured sightings" of her. However, once she trusts someone she becomes very attached, too.

Grizelda is a serious thinker

 Both of our Girls are blessings. We are happy to have them in our home and heart. We appreciate their beauty, love, and the fun that they have brought to our family.

Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day! 



Friday, August 15, 2014

Friday Fill In Fun #176

The "Follow Friday Four Fill-In" is hosted by Hilary at Feeling Beachie. Each week, she posts statement with blanks. Our mission, should we choose to accept, is to copy the statement and fill in the blanks on our blogs. Then link up to her blog for sharing. Hilary is always looking for co-hosts and more statements for us to fill in. Please visit her, and let her know your suggestions!

The statements & My Answers:

1. When do you give up on your “dreams” and become comfortable with your reality? I think that some people struggle with this, especially as they grow older. The secret is to choose carefully as you navigate through life.  Change what you can, and accept the things you cannot change. The “Serenity Prayer” is simple truth.

2. Why is it that people often feel that they need to give advice or “fix” other people? Acceptance is a gift that everyone appreciates. We all want to be liked for who we are, not who others think we are. It is hard to try to live up to expectations, and it leads to unhappiness.

3. During a power outage I find myself enjoying the peace and quiet of no technology. I appreciate hearing my own thoughts without distraction. I am often inspired to write at that time.
                                                                                                                                      
4. Singing in the car is usually pretty safe. However, try not to call attention to yourself, or it could be embarrassing (not to mention dangerous). 




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Pondering a Picture & Poem

                                                                   
Lines 

I walked a fine line.

The old fence
casting long shadows,
plunging things into
cold darkness.
But you were there,
in the darkness,
I saw you, across
the deep, icy chasm.
You were standing
alone, hands on hips,
as if to ask where
I had been, what
took me so long
to find you. 



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Prompt: "Stand"


Previously linked to:
Poets United
&
imaginary garden with real toads


Poem & Picture: McGuffy Ann Morris
Originally posted: May 19, 2013

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Watch Cat


As Bill drank his morning coffee
he noticed he was being watched. 
This guy was in the truck next to his. 
Both were parked at a truck stop 
outside of Brookville, Pennsylvania.  


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Curious as a Cathy

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

A Renaissance Man


Robin Williams will be missed for the many talents 
that he generously shared with several generations.

He was a true Renaissance Man.

It is with a heavy heart that I join others in 
wishing both him and his loved ones "Peace".


Thank you for the laughter & the joy, 
Robin Williams.
~1951-2014~

Rubbish Tuesday #15

When trucking with Bill, I like to explore when I can.
While making a delivery near Salem, Massachusetts, 
Stella and I  took a little walk. We came across these 
abandoned railroad tracks hidden in a grove of trees.

There were no historic or informational signs, 
just those of wear, age, and obvious neglect.

The hardware is very rusty and missing parts,

but I was impressed with the details left intact.

Looking in the other direction, we explored further.

As we walked along, we saw the "end of the line".

There at the very end was a rusty railroad bumper. 
This is a post to prevent the boxcars from rolling 
off the end of the track and onto the bare ground.

I love exploring and discovering things like this.
I wish I knew more about this track, but 
sometimes history keeps its secrets. 


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Monday, August 11, 2014

The Angry Woman Suite


By Lee Fullbright

This intense novel tells a multigenerational story of a complicated family. It is told through different voices over various points in time. Each voice has its own viewpoint, differing greatly but equally important.

We are first introduced to Elyse. She tells the difficult story of her childhood. Much of her early years revolve around her stepfather, Francis. Francis is a renowned musician and very complicated man.

The second voice in this dark saga is Francis. Raised by women with strong, distinct personalities, Francis is at odds with his own childhood. This affects him on many levels. He becomes an angry, self-absorbed, complex man with numerous issues, including perhaps those of entitlement.

The third strong voice in this multilayered drama is Aidan, a trusted family friend and mentor to Francis. Aidan’s journal tries to explain events and relationships objectively. He knows many truths and has kept them for many years.

There are many other interesting characters in this heartbreaking novel, including the “Angry Woman”. Her role is another important layer, tying together many twists and turns.

Dysfunction runs deep in this mosaic of emotional characters. The author is detailed and thorough. She laces each entangled history with betrayal, feuds, secrets, and other dark facets of real life. As in real life, answers don’t always come easy and some secrets are better left alone. 

Lee Fullbright has written a novel that will both haunt you and leave you thinking.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Healthy Fun

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Getting acquainted with my new bicycle.

I remember my first bike as a young child. It was actually my brother's bike, but he never learned to ride it. So I did. I loved it so much that I even rode it through a snowstorm when I was ten years old. After moving to rural Texas, life was even better with a bicycle. Adventures were limitless. 

Throughout my adulthood, there wasn't much time for bicycle riding. Then health issues actually prevented it. It has been many years since I was able to ride a bicycle. Many joint replacements (and short stature) made it more than difficult to find a bicycle both practical and safe. 

Finally it seems there is a bicycle that is feasible for people like me: the (24") Electra Townie. I am hoping to get more exercise, now...and have a little fun doing it. (Thanks, Bill.)


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