Well Worn Frets


I lay the old guitar on my lap, and strum.

The strings are not in tune, but the instrument is so familiar.

I pick out a few cords, find my keys, and start to tune up my grandfather’s guitar.

It’s a well played, and much beloved part of the family.

Can I do it justice?

I see the indentations made by my grandpa.  He would play and sing for us, every chance he got.

He was raised in the hills of West Virginia.  Blue Grass, Gospel, Folk music in his blood.  He would play.  I can still hear him.  It would make him so happy, if we would just sit and listen to the music in his soul.

I could find, G.  I could find D. C sounded terrible.  F eluded me, I think I’m still not tuned right.

The warm ups came back, and I was able to get to G minor, but F….where is F? F minor?

Just a little reminder, and a little effort.  A little toughening of the finger tips.  It will come back, and I can wear those frets out a little more.

Gardens in surprising places

My Fitbit has gotten put through its paces the last couple of days in San Antonio.

I’ve wandered about, and climbed hills and flights of stairs.

Reconnecting with old friends has been quite special.

I’ve found gardens in unusual places. This little spot was tucked back behind the convention center, peach, orange, lemon, lime, fig and bay trees. Cabbages, Swiss Chard, tomatoes, and every kind of herb were tucked into raised beads. All were surrounded with chicken wire or hog panels to protect them from the very brazen deer that run the golf course.

With the chilly winter we had the peaches look like they are going to be spectacular this year.

My favorite was a cheeky, black squirrel who posed so pretty, I had to take his picture.

I love that they landscape with Rosemary here. It’s so pretty, great for bees, and deer resistant. Of course, I couldn’t keep my hands off of it. It’s great aromatherapy to rub my hands across the Rosemary and then breath deep to enjoy.

It’s been fun to be away for a few days, but I’m ready to go home.

Sunset in San Antonio

Over the roof tops, from my balcony the sun sets over San Antonio.

I’m on the Cibolo Canyon side, Northwest of Down town.

It’s Fiesta time in the city, and tonight there is a Night Parade to close out the two week party.

I like San Antonio. White rocks, green trees and shrubs, rustic and welcoming, San Antonio is a fine place to be.

The weather couldn’t be better. We are dry low 80’s, cool nights, and bright blue skies. It’s like California, but better, cause it’s Texas.

They just wrapped up the Valero Texas Open Golf Tournament here. I’m glad my room is on the course side of the hotel.


My conference starts tomorrow afternoon. I snuck away a little early. I don’t mind being alone. It’s just a lot easier to do when I’m by myself.

Sunny Sunday

The sky so blue, it hurts to stare at it too long, but you have to, cause the moon is still out at 2:30 in the afternoon.

The Magnolia is blooming, along with the Salvia. I love my Henry Duelberg Salvia. It has a great story of being discovered in Central Texas growing in an old Cemetery. Henry and Augusta Duelberg were buried side by side. The blue Salvia was on his grave, the white variety was on hers.

I can’t wait to get more in the ground.

Today, I’m very grateful for cool northern breezes, bright sunshine, and a chance to be outside.

Whatcha lookin at?

I caught myself looking back a little too often, and realized how sad it made me.

It’s ok to be nostalgic, but walk away with appreciation, not sadness.

I have so much to be grateful for, and no amount of looking will ever turn back time.

The future is bright, and my focus and attitude will determine how great my future will be.

Image credit: Pinterest

So cheers to looking ahead. I’m so grateful today for my health, my family, and my home.

I get to go Zumba with weights today. An hour to turn on the inner goddess, and shake my backside like I’m 25 again, laugh with some great friends, and just be a girly girl.

And of course a special nod to a friend who helped me feel empowered, sexy, strong, and fierce. Thanks Rob.

Good for your soul

Happy Wednesday!

March is dwindling fast.

2018 is 1/4 gone already.

Spring is springing in most places.

Before the week is done, do something that makes your soul happy. Do something good for you.

For some of us, this means being quiet.

For some of us this means getting away.

For others it means doing something for someone else.

Whatever feeds your soul, and is good for you take a little time and do that.

What feeds your soul?

Northers, Lord of the Ring, and Taxes

Norther blew in and the temp dropped 20 degrees and started raining.

So I gathered up my income tax file, receipts, et al and started trudging through the taxes.

I gave up when I realized that I’m still missing a K1.

With the wind whistling outside, what could be better than a little Lord of the Rings.

Some days, you just have to find a spot on the couch with the dog, and a blanket, and some good old movies.

A Cleaning Frenzy Saturday

I had a plan today. Get up, shred the expired important documents, empty and wash out the refrigerators, laundry, and grocery store to restock . I had tax returns from 2002, and lots of old financial records that were just taking up space.

The shredding took on a life of its own. 16 years of taxes, 5 very large garbage bags later, I had a filing cabinet cleaned out. Along the way I found old photos that had found their way into old files, a journal from 1990 that documented my divorce, so it was a bit like a treasure hunt. Little bits of our past showing themselves at odd moments. I even found a photo proof from my college graduation, of course I had to order by August of 1987….I might be a tad late.

After the shredding, I took on the small fridge in the laundry room that we keep extras in. Extra milk, bottles of water, beer, wine, defrosting meat, veggies, et al. Then onto the main fridge, and all the nooks and crannies are now all swept clean, wiped down, and refreshed.

Spring cleaning, it refreshes, and sweeps out the old gray of winter. I’m ready for the spring veggies, and every good thing.

It’s hard for me to dig through so much of the past, and let the past lie. The past, like the greedy winter likes to suck me back into the darkness. The future is very bright, I’ve got to stay focused on it.

Cleaning the house requires repetition, but I can’t say that I can say that it’s insanity. It’s one of those maintenance activities that actually makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. I’ve loved on my home. I’ve done something for my family. Cleaning is just one of those maintenance items that I do, I’ve just never found a service that can do the same kind of job that I do myself.

So now that the day is almost done, and I’m tired from a good day’s work, I’m getting a lovely glass of wine and putting my feet up.

Goals, no matter how small, mundane, or insignificant, when they are accomplished it is a great feeling.

I’ve got Lamb Shanks, on a cloudy day

Oh, maybe that’s supposed to be Sunshine, but I’ve got Lamb Shanks and I’m super excited for dinner.

Once I get the polenta ready, we will have a rainy day feast.

Everything is so brown outside. Brown grass, brown bushes, brown plants…..why not appreciate something brown like Braised Lamb Shanks in a Red Wine braising sauce. Lots of love, rosemary, oregano, and garlic went into this dish.

When I cook, I cook.

What do you like to cook?