Observing & Reporting . . .

Oy vey, the things my eyes see and my mind comes up with.

I'll share the cutest item first. When I get down on O's level (as I used to do with my students), I see things with such a different perspective. Including this sweet image.

She totally has her Pepere's calves and she most likely inherited those chunkamunk thighs from her momma. I love them, I love her.

The house is quiet, she is sleeping after a telling morning of bottom molars working their way out. We visited a beautiful friend with a new member to the family, of whom I am completely in love with. I think we tuckered the poor guy out.


I love when I get the opportunity to step away from my "stuff" and be open to the present moment . . . there are so many beautiful things for me to observe. The many colors within one single tree or bush, how hard the teeny ants work to move a piece of food, the blessings that are within reach for me - food, shelter, signs of life, love and laughter. I was reminded today that when I stop being frustrated at others for not doing things "my way" (insert gasp here, yes I am human and stubborn) I realize they/we are doing the best we can. I don't believe I/others set out to do our worst in a day.

I heard a voice on the other end of my phone today that was so pleasant, reminded me of growing up and the voices I would hear of family from back East. You know, those who drive caaaas and paaak faaa away, those who tenderly put an "r" sound on the ends of words with vowels. Many times I was referred to, by own mother even, as Pauler.

I also heard a voice today that brought an ere of sadness. Things affect us, I believe. Especially for me, things with family. I am so grateful for the family that was given to me (you know, we can't pick our families). There is something plaguing a few that I love dearly so I will lift them up in prayer and allow them their journey.

Sometimes I observe things that are neither cute, funny or something I would consider a blessing. Today, I encountered one of those . . . I mean no disrespect here, but c'mon. Whilst cleaning the bathroom a question raised in my mind. Really? As much as I love men and boys, c'mon, is it really that hard to aim? I mean, I don't have one of those, but are they really that hard to operate? Lord have mercy!
On the flip side, I noticed that it snowed right here in Mesa Arizona today. Snowed cotton balls, that is. Yep, O decided to have some fun while momma cleaned. Better that than a lot of things one could find in a bathroom I guess.

I observed a lot of movement today - cars driving, people talking, one driver yelling at another, a puppy playing, my daughter running, my mind running, sounds of a bullhorn in our neighborhood (thanks to spring break and  kids having fun), planes flying overhead and people twirling signs on street corners. I hope in all my movement today I can be grateful for my ability to move about and that I can be of service in some way.

Toenails not done yet - but on the list for tonight!!
Peace out.