Companionable to Honorific

“I’m so happy you are here,” I say to my Dad, gently kissing him on his cheek.  “I am too.  I am, too,” he replies reaching for his grand-kids.  My daughter hugs him tightly. She is 2 1/2-years-old; and my son, 9-months-old.  This is a penultimate to ‎ Honorific article which I wrote in July 2014.  He made many trips to see us, but this was a trip my dad made 16 years ago.  My kids are now, teenagers.

My daughter is standing up on an adjacent chair where my dad is sitting; her tiny body resting on my dad’s right shoulder. My dad is eating his breakfast.  She’s watching him intently; now poking his cheeks, touching his head; then pulling his scarce hair; and finally, wanting to play with his food.  She is trying to take his toast out of his hands.  He let’s her take it. She dunks it in his tea!  I react,  “No, No, No!”  My dad quickly comes to her defense, “Let her.”  I step aside.  I help my son eat his breakfast.

In focus, is my peripheral vision: The toast, all of it now, is drowned in his tea-cup.  She is attempting to scoop it out with a spoon, only to splatter the content all over the table.  I remain quiet.  She puts the spoon down, but does not give up!  She puts her fingers in the cup, and takes a bit of soggy toast out in her pincer grasp.  A success!  She feeds that to my dad.  YUCK!  He, lovingly, eats it.  Patience and love, that was my dad.  Once she was done, my dad gladly cleaned the mess.

Another beautiful sunny, warm, and breezy day.  I look out the dining room window into our backyard and see my dad watching my daughter play in her sand pit.  I’m so happy he is here!  I notice him adjusting his thick eye-glasses, a few times.  The breeze must be bothering his eyes.

It’s already evening, I’m making my way to the kitchen to fix dinner.  I see my dad standing still in the hallway.  I ask, “Is everything okay, dad?”  He calmly says, “my vision seems blurry.”  I’m nervous now; he then says his vision is good.  I go on to make dinner.  During dinner, we talk about the house-painters, who were coming to paint our house.

The house gets painted in two days.  My dad seems happy with the paint job, “looks bright and beautiful,” he says.  It’s also time for my dad to return home, in upstate NY.  I live in the south.  “Get your eyes checked, ASAP,” I remind him as we drive to the airport.  He leaves.  Tears roll down my eyes.

Life, after his visit, went on as usual for a few months.  My dad’s eye-check-up went well.  However, at his next eye-check-up, six months later, the doctor said he had to have an eye surgery.  The ophthalmologist operated on both his eyes to save his vision.  But, his vision did not return.

Life, for him, was in a dark place.  He managed traveling with help, and came to “see” his grand kids.  He kept his spirits up.  He laughed and told us jokes while we sat together at the dinner table.  I would let him know placement of food on his dinner plate – 12 o’clock was broccoli, 3 o’clock was bread, 6 o’clock chicken, and 9 o’clock potatoes, and so on.

Nine years had passed…  “I’m a busy man, you know.  My time flies, too.  I THINK – all day long!” My dad would say to us, smiling, when he felt that we were feeling bad for him.  My kids had grown older and taller;  my dad, older and weaker.  He continued living his life in peace, grace, and gratitude; and in deep darkness.  A positive man in his core; my dad lived with great strength. 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Companionable.”

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If You Leave…


It’s been cloudy and raining, intermittently, all day since yesterday.  Still, a nice fall day.  Today, however, it’s chilly, due to cold gusty wind.  I’m all ready for my walk, dressed in layers, for this day.  But my walking companion, Sir Thomas, still in the same spot since 7:30 AM.  It’s 11:15 AM, now.  He looks like a hot-dog stuffed in a bun on our couch.

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Hot-dog Sir Thomas

“Let’s get you ready boy, and go for our walk,”  I say to him.  He gives me a stare, which, I can hear loud and clear, “I am not going anywhere, today; you carry on alone, without me…I’ll try losing my extra pounds later.”  “I’m not giving up!” determined, I said.  Enough bugging from me finally gets him off the couch.  Without wasting time, within seconds, I get him ready.  We head out the garage door, and I turn left to walk out of our neighborhood.  Suddenly I’m pulled! In the opposite direction!

“Let me…” Sir Thomas seem to say to me, pulling me to a spot in the middle of our front yard, “Pee!”  Relieved,  he looks around, and sets his stride back toward the garage door, to go inside.   “No! We haven’t even started our walk!” I scream.

It’s ever-so-slightly sprinkling, and the wind has picked up…it’s gusty, for sure.  He really wants to skip this walk!  I pull him away from our house to get out of the neighborhood.  He pulls me toward the house.  I pull him away.  He pulls me toward…I pull him away…he gives in…he has no choice.  Sweet thing.  I love him.

Off we go, outside our neighborhood.  We hurriedly cross a street to get to our walking path. Those darn trees!  Sir Thomas takes forever to move from there.  He sniffs every angle of this one particular tree trunk.  Then, of course, marks a spot on it.

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“Hi, it’s not too bad out here.” Enjoying the sniffing.

We  make a move again.  He’d rather be snuggled, today, comfortably on the couch.  He’s walking, today, because of me.  He loves me!

Despite the weather today, we are enjoying the nature.  We hear the birds chirp, the leaves rustle, the wind whistle, whisper and swoosh.  We see no one else out here, today.   But, we see hundreds of leaves here today, flying and falling to the ground.

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“Leaves, leaves, and leaves! Every leaf has a potential to be sniffed and marked, by me. “

As we head back home from our walk, Sir Thomas’ pace gets faster.  I smile at his eagerness to get home.  Once inside the house, I notice his tail go up, completely.

“Glad that’s over!” Sir Thomas tells me; actually, his eyes tell me that!  He hits the couch; yawns, stretches and gets ready to snooze.  “Life, you are too good!  If you leave, I’m following you.”

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Never! Ever (ever) EVER am I leaving this couch!

Just so you know Sir Thomas, I had a wonderful time today.  Those moments are now in the past.  Those beautiful moments are behind us!  This weather  – if you leave me – I know you’ll be back again.  This gusty wind and this chill – if you leave me – I know you’ll be back soon.  Time – if you leave me – you are not coming back.  Life – if you leave me – you are not returning.  And, that’s the reason I take the time to enjoy my life with you, Sir Thomas:)  Our walks are always interesting.  We won’t let our walks leave us!  We will walk tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and everyday after that!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”

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Careful: Carefully and gently!

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She, with her Dad’s help, carefully takes the petunias out of its little container making sure the entire plant stays intact, the flowers and the roots, before gently lowering the roots into a bigger pot.  (This picture is from 2015 spring season).

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Careful.”

(Extra)ordinary in ordinary sight

An oil spill, on the roadside from an ordinary vehicle, spreading in a bit of standing water, collected from last night's rain. This morning the oil spill is shining strongly due to intense sun rays falling on it
On my walk this morning, I saw an oil spill, likely from an ordinary vehicle. I got interested because it looked so beautiful. It had artistically spread in the standing water, collected from last night’s rain. And this morning, the same oil spill shimmered, emitting rainbow-like colors, under clear skies and pure sun rays. I thought how (extra)ordinary is this!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “(Extra)ordinary.”

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Happy Place in Many Places!

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Happy place is – the beauty on Earth!
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Happy place is – being with family and friends ❤
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Happy place is – Where food is 🙂
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Happy place is – Where I get aromatherapy 🙂
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Happy place is – Where I get to see the snow *
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Happy place is – Where I find this quote – A happy couple: he does what she wants and she does what she wants! 🙂
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Happy place is – a place where I can take a great nap 🙂
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Happy place is – Where I find PASTA! 🙂 ❤

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”

No question about it, no explanation need to be given – Happiness is with you at all times;  it’s yours to grab whenever YOU want!

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Boundaries

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“I have been calm.  Calmly sitting and watching Sir Thomas.  What’s he doing?  I want to get to where he is………nope…….no luck!” Dixie thinking and planning hard to figure out this situation:)

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”

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Change – As I Saw

imageIn response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”

For several minutes, the airplane I was on, flew over some amazing mountain peaks.  I was mesmerized!  The pilot had announced that we would be landing soon.  I never stopped looking out the window…I felt like I had entered into another planet!  As I was daydreaming, an unexpected scene jumped at me – A sudden change: from a massive collection of brownish mountains, with high and low peaks, to a massive collection of tiny and long metallic geometric structures!  San Francisco!  I was over the city I was about to visit!

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Grid

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San Francisco Oakland Bay Bridge

Suddenly, I felt I was engulfed in a grid factor!  For several minutes I was taken in by it.  I was speeding along side other cars through this massive structure which made me feel as if I was in a different world altogether.  For those few minutes, I was totally mesmerized!

I was driving on deck 2 or lower level of the San Francisco Oakland Bay Bridge.  I couldn’t see the sky from this level, and could only see the heavy metal grid overpowering the scene.  Driving on this bridge was an unforgettable experience.  Loved it!

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.”

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Monochromatic – A photo challenge

imageIn response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”

I walk with one of my two dogs, Thomas, my beagle, everyday.  I am amazed by what I see  during these walks.  I see so much beauty, it intoxicates me.  I’m addicted.  I try to capture what I see.  I walk the same path, but the path does not offer me the same.  Each day is a “glass full” experience for me.  

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Connected: Weekly Photo Challenge

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People taking comfort in their connections!

Life is short and we must talk;

Don’t keep your emotions in a lock.

Love for each other is like a peaceful soothing song;

don’t wait for it to come because you’ll be waiting long.

Persons, animals and objects are all connected in the core, for sure;

explore these connections, it’s a source of happiness and cure;

Cure for hate, cure for unrest, cure for tears.

Our connections and our acceptance will give way to love;

Peace will prevail,

and away will fear sail.

 

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connected.”