Monday, January 26, 2015

I am Professor X

It was cold... a rainy night... the wind was howling... I couldn't sleep. (Wait, the wind was not howling... you're exaggerating.) Right, but I couldn't sleep and that's the important part. Continuing, I tiptoed onto Facebook, that monstrosity of pithiness, to find this awaiting challenge. "Which Super Mutant are you?" It was something I'd never thought about... and yet. It was cold, rainy, the wind was howling, and I couldn't sleep. I felt up for the challenge and answered the however-many, all-important questions to determine my Mutant personality. (Actually, I couldn't remember who or what the mutants were. That of itself was a great rediscovery.)


"You’re a lover, not a fighter, although you could kick someone’s ass if you wanted to. You believe that true strength comes from being able to get stuff done without being a bully. Besides, you get more satisfaction from outsmarting someone than you do from inflicting pain on them, because anyone could do that. You’re better than that."

I am? (You are?) How wonderful! I was delighted! But just who was/is Professor X? When in doubt trust Wikipedia: 

"Charles Xavier (also known as Professor X) is a member of a fictional sub-species of humanity known as mutants, who are born with superhuman abilities. He is a powerful telepath who can read and control minds. He is the founder of the X-Men and runs a private school that shelters and trains mutants. He fights for peace and equality between humans and mutants in a world where anti-mutant bigotry is widespread."

Oh my goodness - that explains so much. I'm probably busy reading and controlling minds. I'm not sure I have time to run a school, and when do I do it? Seems I'm very busy without even being aware of it. No wonder I can't sleep. I'm Professor X. Oh the pain of of finding this out! Why didn't someone tell me. Better yet, if I read minds, why didn't someone think about it? I might have had a clue. I wouldn't be sitting on Facebook, cup of cocoa in hand, wanting to find the sheep department. I needed to sleep now more than ever. I was tired. No wonder - I was Professor X.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief - as only dcrelief can - closed down my Facebook page - leaned back in my office chair. Aw, how wonderful... in another time and place, I'm Professor X. The world is safe when I'm around. That must mean there are extra funds. Funds? I do get paid for this gig, right? (Only in your dreams.)

My blankie felt so good. A small glow in the fireplace. Cocoa gone? (Cocoa gone.) I settled into a rhythm of peaceful breathing... Professor X... who knew?

Sunday, January 25, 2015

challenge - to do or not to do?

Are you doing the "A to Z" blog challenge? Have you ever done it before?

I feel a bit apprehensive about doing this. It's not about the theme or the daily posts. I know exactly what I'd do... in fact it's (semi-)practically all set. But there's another big question lurking behind my decision.

What is my motive?  I'm not about "followers."

I love the people who "join my journey," visiting and leaving a comment about something they like or relate to. I've been blogging since 2006... having followers has never been the reason for my blogging. And since I don't see myself as a writer, cranking out books, I haven't sought an audience for my blog works.

One big fear is not visiting enough blogs. I know me. I'll want to see them all. I read that last year there were 2009 participating blogs. At a minimum of one minute, per blog, it would take over 33 hours to visit them all. So I may as well toss that fear in the trash, right... maybe?

What exactly are the benefits to participate in the "A to Z" challenge? Can you tell me? Or maybe you can share a joke and we'll call it a day! (smile)

Friday, January 23, 2015

Celebrate the Small Things

Thank you to our host, and co-hosts:
Lexa Cain

What am I celebrating? 

1 -This turned out great for me. I used lighter colored frames, but you get the picture, right?

2 - This weekend, it's me, a book that I can doze with, and a blankie... 

3 - The "Battle of the Bands" blog hop I joined is a lot of fun. February is love music(smile).

Look at that chocolate violin!!

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day. Thank you for hopping over here! 
And now ~  the linky vehicle we travel on...

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Can we talk? Can we wrap it up...

It's been one of those weeks with airplanes overhead constantly. The weather warmed up today, and I'm tempted to go to the overlook and watch them land and take off. Tempted, until the sun sets and I'm reminded that it's still winter! Even though gasoline is down some, I'd still need to run the van's engine most all evening to "weather the weather". 

I suppose we could wrap up?

Maybe... but...

It's still going to be cold when the sun sets.

Well, maybe not that cold - you never know.
So, it will be another week in my dreams - fly on without me boyz!

Late night - how about a song...

Some nights are like this... staying up and up and wondering, why Mr. Sandman hasn't shown up yet?
Guess it's only (a matter of) time.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Alone ~ with thoughts

It's a time when thoughts will not quiet. They go 'round and 'round, and threaten to immobilize my days. So here I am in the draft space of blogger and typing out whatever comes to mind about my being alone with thoughts. 

We all are truly alone with our thoughts until/unless we share them. So here I go. I'll share mine and if you have anything to add, feel free to do so.

I have a childhood friend/sister who came looking for me last December. She decided to look up my parents' home address and call the phone number associated with it. When she dialed I answered the phone. It was a remarkable reunion at that point. We hadn't spoken or seen each other in 20 twenty years, maybe more. Interestingly, both parents had passed on, and I inherited the home. So for her to get me there was really ironic. We would talk for hours and it was as if time never passed.

On Christmas Eve she called and wanted to meet. My van was/is having transmission issues. I've been babying this vehicle for a while... so I couldn't make the meet. We tried a couple of more times to get together... when finally I was able to borrow a vehicle and would see her soon! But it didn't happen.

We had since "become friends" on "Facebook," which is where I keep up with lots of nieces and nephews in the family. I don't get on very much but that's not the point. It's been agreeable for all of us to hang out. So on January 5th, I went onto Facebook to see about a new family member's pet. I read a post where my friend had been found collapsed at her home, by her older sister. Okay so I would not be traveling to see her today! The reports concerning her health were awful. She caught a bug or what? I left a note on her page. Didn't do any good to call her home - no one there.

Finally one of her sisters contacted me via phone but the distance kept dropping the call. So from what I understand, my friend has double pneumonia, both lungs collapsed, which has affected her heart rhythm, and who knows what else. She is has been on a ventilator for days, and went on "life support," on January 11th. This shook me up! So close to a visit and now... what?

I've fought hard to keep my head on. I'm a firm believer that the Creator has reasons... and though I may not see them, I acknowledge that it's the Creator's call. I'm torn between: is this the end or is there something else to come, regarding her, me, both?  I can't say. I can only say that I have prayed for Faith... a word that's hard to define because of so many people's opinions, etc.  For me, Faith is moving along in my life, knowing that whatever is coming her way is really none of my business. I know that may sound strange but it has had the most comforting effect. For twenty years, she's been right here in my heart... often in my thoughts. Has anything really changed?

Wasn't it a blessing for me, to receive those phone calls? Yes it was. I've been in intensive care before, not expected to live, so I know that life turns on a dime. Today's tragedy can be tomorrow's triumph. Today's hero can be tomorrow's homeless. It's life on life's terms, after all. I pray for strength to have strength. I pray for faith to have faith. It's a Creator that gives me space to live, and when I've learned what it is I'm supposed to learn... I won't be back here. I never know when the events that affect others teach me... affect me. But when I'm open to know... type away the worry that seeks to swallow me... I live in a better peace. A better place of peace than I had on January 5th!

I'm going to push "publish" now. There's nothing else to say at this time (smile).

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Winter's Last Cone

Oh single cone how long will you stay,     
Through Winter's night and cold sunny day?  
The last cone I spy, as you hang alone,  
And wait for the time when you will de-throne. 

There on the ground a place among others. 
Is mother, father, sisters and brothers. 
Their death will now feed the coming green fern, 
For Spring's happy season before your return. 

This is the last day to vote for the song you like the best... on my "Battle of The Bands" blog. You do not have to join this blog hop to vote or leave a comment. Thank you.

dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands

Saturday, January 17, 2015

You too can be a pirate!

Arrrg - righty then.
It's a late Saturday and my nap is over. Let's play a tune. But what?
You read the post title, right? You saw the  magnificent wave above?

Take it away you scurvie pirate, you...

"Cast off the wotcha ma-doodles, mates! Hoist the thinga ma-bob!

Yes, the plank has to be pulled inside the ship before we set sail. (rolls eyes)"

(I don't know what to think about these modern day pirate wannabes.)

"You know how I hate five o'clock traffic!"

Aye cap'ain!

Winter ~ a gift

An old fashioned Winter with footprints in snow  
The lights of the house are all shining ~ full glow    

This evening is quiet the birds settled down   
No wind is out playing ~ no flakes swirling 'round 

An old fashioned Winter with old fashioned love
I hold dear this moment ~  a gift from above