Kickin It Old Skool Blog-A-Thon

Jamie and Shannon are having us do another post on firsts.  I really don't remember my childhood so this was hard for me but I gave it a shot. 

• Your First Job  - Working as a cashier at a convenience store.
• The First Thing to Your Left - Bowl of spaghetti, as I am eating as I do this.
• Something You Remember About First Grade - not a clue, I remember little of my childhood
• The First book you ever read - Another hard one; how about some books from my childhood.  My Brother Michael by Mary Stewart, A Tree Grows in Brookly by Betty Smith Mrs. Mike by Benedict and Nancy Freedman
• The First Thing You Do In the Morning , turn on my nightstand lamp.
• The First Food You Knew You Didn't Like - vegetables, didn't like any but corn.
• Your First Memory - My kindergarten picture and how one girl said it was ugly.

Saying Goodbye

I had to say goodbye to my boy Flynn on Tuesday. This is the last picture I took of him. He was the first dog that was just mine. He was my mothers day gift fourteen years ago. We spent so many great moments together. walked together, herded sheep together, traveled to many states, camped together, and so much more. He was my companion and my friend and he has left a huge hole in my life. I like to think he is off chasing sheep in a huge pasture in the sky.  So long Flynn you were the best dog ever.

The house has been so quiet, I have had a hard time getting used to it all. After a session with my coach where she suggested a memorial rock or something for my garden to remember Flynn. It being winter I thought of something else, an altar.  So I collected all my border collies and added Flynn's picture and a little sheep for him to chase.  It will do for now.

Then I turned to art which I have missed.  It felt great to be working on my journal again. I loved how this background turned out. I didn't quite know what I wanted to add to the page.  It has been awhile since I painted a face so it felt great to be painting again.

I played with this page some more. I am not sure what will come next but its fun to play with.

Remembering Rita

It is one of those lovely days where I plan to stay at home. I brewed a pot of Earl Grey, won't you stop by and have a cup with me.

I am remembering my mother today for some reason. Instead of just having tea in a mug I made a pot they way my mother used to. I am drinking it out of a real china cup and have an urge to play Enya. I always feel she is around then. She has often asked me to play Enya, one of her favorites.

















This is a picture of her back in the seventies. Oh how I long to have a cup a tea with her. Alas a cup with my memories will have to do.

My mother taught me to sew when I was a child and it set me on a lifelong exploration with creative things. Thanks Mom. She loved her tea, we would always have some after dinner. I am sure it was due to her Irish roots. By then my dad and brothers had left the table but us girls would have tea with mom and lots of conversation. Those seemed ordinary moments at the time but now they are really precious memories.

Do you feel your life just has just ordinary moments? Now you know that you are making precious memories for someone. Lets salute those special ordinary moments. I'd love to hear some of yours.