Friday, November 16, 2012


I have been suffering from a bad case of the "mulleygrubs" for a while now, far too long in fact........

I found this poem on a blog today,  and just had to share it.  Perhaps you have a case of the "mulleygrubs" too.

The Cure

Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bed ridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.

--Ginger Andrews (from Hurricane Sisters)

Bless Aunt  Bert  time to bake a cake, and it's been way too long since I wore something red! 

Friday, May 4, 2012


Seems like a worthy goal to reach for each day.

Monday, April 30, 2012


Mondays can be tough on the joy scale.  It is not always easy to reach for it first thing Monday morning. What with  a new work week lying ahead,  five days till Friday,  lots of commuting time, and prep time, not to mention the hours of work waiting for one.

However, Mondays offers a new start, a clean slate, a fresh week ahead, anticipation at what  serendipitously might transpire each day. On Mondays, one sometimes has to go on a joy expedition. It is somewhere waiting for you!   Happy hunting, and  finding.

Friday, April 27, 2012


"Nothing is ever lost or forgotten. old age is still a time of great possibility.. The passionate heart never ages"."one of the greatest sins is the unlived life"."There is nothing to fear - you would want to be preparing for a great fiesta time, up ahead".  

  John O' Donohue

Since being widowed eight years ago, I pulled deeply inward, not realizing the richness hidden in the desert in which I chose to live. It was not as empty and barren as I  believed. Rather is has been a place to rest, contemplate, and find my way once again.    I thought I was lost, I thought life was over, but someone has been whispering in my ear, for this past long, lonely time.  Finally, I hear them clearly.  

As O'Donohue said: "There is nothing to fear - you would want to be preparing for a great fiesta time, up ahead".    There IS nothing to fear........



The other morning whilst preparing for work I caught the end of the movie "Dear Frankie". 

My how it pulled at my memories;  the close with the beautiful "wallie tiles",  the Glasgow rose stained glass window in the flat, the "watter", the rock "skliffing".   

 Fond, fond memories,  and wee Gerry Butler from Paisley, was the cherry on top.   A lovely wee movie.    Magic...............


I found this information fascinating, hope you do too.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


" Mud, mud glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So, follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there we will wallow in glorious mud."........

I've been in a hollow of sorts for way too long, wallowing and enjoying the mud.  Been contemplating my navel a tad to long, which is a bad habit I have when I want to opt out of life.  A messenger was sent to me yesterday in the body of a store owner, exchanging pleasantries. I  sympathized with the fact that his business was up for sale, his response was "We have to remember to be grateful,  by the time we get to "our age",  we have accomplished our purpose in life. Not to say", he continued,  "that we should not remain engaged in life and looking forward to the future, but we look forward without worry, or fear, for we have survived the best and worst of times."

"And that fact alone invites us to continue our journey in a state of gratitude",  I replied to him, smiling at the thought.

"Exactly", he replied.   "Keep that beautiful smile on your face and life will be good to you."

Sometimes, we need a little help from a stranger,  when we wallow a little too long.......