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Obla-dee, obla-dah, life goes on, brah . . .

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Yes, I am still here, just dealing with a lot of Real Life Stuff, health-wise, money-wise, etc. ¬†I did escape (complete with my big clunky purple cast) for a few days to our beautiful Gulf Coast, the so-called “Redneck Riviera” ūüėČ to spend time with my two sisters and sort of celebrate all our birthdays together.

Never mind they are in three separate months–September, August and January–celebrate when and where you can, that’s our motto.

 

It was the first time we had been together in–what, over a year? Haven’t been to the beach in close to two years. Way too long. Sara was her usual gracious self and prepared wonderful food–the Omaha Steaks filet mignon was to die for–while Tony took us out for a couple of memorable meals of Gulf Coast seafood and southern sides. Deb had to cut up my food for me, but I managed not to make too much of a mess. ūüėČ OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA My sisters Deb and Sara on the balcony of Sara’s Orange Beach condo. ¬†I never fail to marvel at the sunrises and sunsets when I am down there. ¬†Below, Sara sporting the Alabama monogrammed cuff and scarf I gave her as part of her birthday and wearing a shirt from Deb in anticipation of Crimson Tide Game Day; the palms in front of the Phoenix VIII silhouetted against the sky and Sara and her “little” sister, who now towers over her. ¬†And there’s the adorable Hannah, my sister’s sweet, sweet little dog.¬† ¬† OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ¬† OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ¬† OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ¬† 51cbf09a_o Little things mean a lot, and there are so many things we simply take for granted. I didn’t realize how long it have been since I had enjoyed a refreshing glass of juice until we had the orange-pineapple kind for breakfast on a couple of mornings. My gosh, but that juice was good! I really savored it. That’s one of things that has fallen off our grocery list of late. Too many medical co-pays, too little money, just can’t make it stretch far enough. Some of you know how it goes.

As far as my health issues, the cast is off and the forearm has definitely improved by resting the tendon through forced immobility, just as Chavan hoped. Hooray! However, the wrist is still problematic and I am not dismissing scoping surgery of the wrist in the future. (Come to think of it, my entire body is problematic. I feel like that old fixer-upper in the neighborhood: I’m full of character and a certain charm, but I definitely needs lot of work. ¬†Caveat emptor.)

We worked last weekend covering a homecoming dance for PRP and an attack of sciatica nearly did me in. But I survived, as always. I just pay for it over the next several days. C’est la vie. Keeping fingers crossed that everything goes well with tomorrow morning’s assignment for the newspaper. ¬†I need the bucks, whenever and however I can make them–within reason, of course. And due to the cast, I am seriously behind on some of my projects. ¬†On those all-too-frequent days when I feel overly stressed and bummed out in general, I close my eyes and remember this: OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA And this. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA And also this. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA ¬† P9195505 ¬† OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA The sugary white sands of Orange Beach, Ala., and the ever-changing blues and greens (not to mention pinks and oranges) of sky and sea. All photos, save the one of Sara and me taken by Deb, are my own.¬†

 

I’ve got a soft, beautiful cat on my lap, and new books to read and escape into, ¬†thanks to Sara’s generous gift of an Amazon card; the birthday cash from Deb helped buy groceries and gas. I have a darling husband who can always make me laugh even when I am low, and two sisters who love and support me in various ways. ¬†I’m not where I want to be, exactly, in life, but I am trying to make the best of where I am with what I have. ¬† 31186d5f9b8d386572e9c22701f29d64 I think this guy would approve (he tends to make me feel better, too, BTW. ¬†Edit by Fernanda Matias).¬† 6a735308b1b03cd89f2f588348135454

OT: Mother Nature Puts on a Show

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The weather systems are moving. I can feel it in my connective tissues. Well, in my bones, too, as far as my osteoarthritis is concerned. It’s the FMS that really makes me ache tonight.

Still, I am content and wearing a smile on my face.

I ¬†will see Benny again this weekend. I’ve missed him and it seems he has missed me. ¬†If all goes well, we’ll have a few days together in this lovely part of the world. And maybe we’ll get to enjoy¬†the sort of¬†show only Mother Nature can put on . . . such as this spectacular sunset tonight.

Although it will be nice to get back home (be it ever so humble, there is no place quite like it), I will miss the ever-changing beauty of the sky and the sea just outside the door.  I think Monsieur Monet would know just how I feel . . .

Light & Shadow: In Nature & PeRformAnce

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There are clouds in the canopy of sky today–pearl grey, dove grey,¬† smoke blue. contrasting beautifully with the swath of soft pink-orange beneath. Whitecaps swell as the frothy water rushes into shore. I sit outside and watch the changing sky and sea.

Even when it’s not all sunshine and blue skies, how beautiful it still is.¬† The grey moments, the melancholy moments in life certainly make us appreciate the sweeter and sunnier times, too.

Mr. A does an amazing job of telegraphing moments of melancholy, angst and introspection as experienced by his cast of ChaRActers. We see both the sunshine and shadows, the lights and darks, just as we would with any human being.  They move and affect us just as the ever-changing sky and sea do.

OT: Hot brekkie and cool blue of the autumn sky & sea

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After a delicious southern-style breakfast just like Mama used to make (grits, eggs, thick-cut bacon, flaky biscuits and a variety of jellies and jams), Benny and I take a walk on the beach. Via a wooden bridge, we cross the natural habitat area that protect the dunes and sea oats.

(Image courtesy of southernfoodabout.com)

It is another beautiful day here, the loveliest breeze blowing in from the Gulf. The water on the horizon is a deep blue, turning to turquoise and then aqua as it approaches the shore. The sky is pale blue where it kisses the water, transforming into the clear cerulean blue canopy above us.

The sand here is sugar-white, sparkling like crystals where the sun hits it in certain spots. A couple of fishermen in hip waders are angling in the salt water this morning; at a distance, we can seeing a few fishing boats. We take off our sandals and sink our toes in the sand.  Flashes of orange and yellow are glimpsed as butterflies make their way to Mexico.

“The water’s not too cold,” Benny remarks as the surf rolls in and we get our feet wet.¬†Not sure¬†I would want to take a full dip into it, however.

It’s a wonderful time of the year to come to the beach in Alabama, chilly water or not. There’s the¬†beauty of the sky and sea, the refreshing breeze and pleasant temperature, the lack of crowds and noise . . .

The sea oats and dunes that are protected as part of a natural habitat area.

I love those blue umbrellas against the glistening white of the sand.

Some families out enjoying the beach in the beautiful fall weather.

These flock of seagulls (now why am I hearing 80s music playing in my head?) stayed clustered in this particular spot the entire time we were out there. My sister says it’s not unusual for them to do that. Benny said maybe they were waiting to give us a floor show. ūüėČ