3 Day Quote Challenge – day one

I was recently asked to participate in the 3 Day Quote Challenge by incahootswithmuddyboots.com and I’ve accepted:

The rules to this challenge are:

Post on 3 consecutive days
Post one to three quotes per day
Challenge three different bloggers each day

For my first post, I love these three quotes which sum up my love of traveling….I hope you will too!

 

I’m nominating the following three bloggers to join the 3 Day Quote Challenge, if they’d enjoy doing so:

The View from the Porch

lovingleisuretime.wordpress.com

justmidlife.wordpress.com

 

 

59 Candles, 59 Things – part twenty eight

Thirty sixth thing: I’ve gotten behind on this series of 59 things that make me happy (to commemorate my 59th birthday last May) and realized that I better step it up before my 60th birthday in a few months!

Cookbooks make me happy. Not everyone will get this but there will be those that do. I’ve lost count of how many I have. When remodeling my kitchen, I painstakingly went through the lot of them as I unloaded the old pantry where they were crammed and wedged in. I’ve always said that a cookbook is worthy of keeping if there is one rockstar recipe (or more) inside. I parted with a pile, sharing them with my foodie co-workers.  In rennovating my kitchen, my design included special nooks to display those cookbooks that remained.

When my mom sold her house to move north a year ago, she offered up her cookbooks. I happily perused them, adding several more to my collection.

On gray, rainy or wintry mornings, it’s been my habit to pull a couple from their shelves and flip through them while sipping my tea. I’ve also been known to sit on my deck, enjoying my garden on a sunny day, sipping wine while enjoying a cookbook. There’s something comforting in looking at the photos and reading recipes, looking for that next winner! It makes me feel happy.

And hungry…

Stay tuned for more in this series and if you’re interested, check out prior posts for more of my 59 Things (under categories). 

 

Tall, a poem

Tall  

Always tallest, from kindergarten to graduation

“Big Laura” a dubious distinction bestowed by a teacher when there were two Laura’s

Clumsy in corrective shoes I despised

Didn’t want glasses, didn’t have a choice

“Eventually I’ll grow out of this awkward phase, right?”

Flat-footed, frequently tripping, falling spectacularly

Gangly, long skinny stick-legs always in a tangle

Hovering over the heads of always-shorter-than-me friends

“If I could be petite, would I want to be?”

Just a thought…

Kinship with my younger sister, nearly as tall

“Lope like a small pony” said Mom, drawing awareness to my strides

Making my best friend take three steps to one of mine as we walked to school

Not aware of it at the time

Oblivious to how little others noticed my stature

“Pull in your tummy, stand up straight” Mom instructed

Quiet, shy, attempting to blend in

Regularly wishing boys would get their growth spurts

“Surely you play basketball… ” a common and unoriginal assumption

“Tall! All Miss America’s are tall” Mom pointed out as we watched televised pageants

Undeniable, though I was no beauty queen

Valued her intent all the same.

Wary of short boys who’s snide remarks I learned to ignore; their “short-comings” I accepted later

“X” marks the spot on the wall when at last I stopped growing

Youthful yet often mistaken for older

Zero chance that I can change my tallness, finally embracing it.

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A poem in the Abecedarian style, by Spence’s Girl, standing 6 ft 1/4 inches at my tallest…..

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If I had a penny for everytime I’ve heard this…..seriously.

 

 

Holiday Chuckle #7

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This picture gave me a flashback to my childhood of being “bundled up” in a snowsuit to walk to school or play outside. Never liked the bulk nor lack of style. Nearly impossible to walk let alone waddle.

Like this cat, I wanted to just lie down and give up. To him I say ” I feel your pain man”.

High Wire

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High Wire
Appearances are deceiving
Balanced on a wire
Creating an illusion
Defying possibilities
Eager to please
Frightened yet exhilarated
Giving myself a push
Hoping for the best
Imagining the worst
Just….hold…steady
Keening left, then right
Losing my footing for a moment
Mastering and memorizing where I need to be
Not caring if I fail
Open to falling
Positioned for landing
Quiet…steady
Ready
Spin
Turn
Unsure about that last step
Vertigo
What was I thinking?
X-rays may be needed
Your mother warned you about taking risks
Zoom, zap, splat!

an original Abecedarian poem by Spence’s Girl