* I WONDER *

IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER I WONDER

(which I haven't written in a LONG time!)

 

 

 

 

I wonder how many people (adults and children alike) still look up at clouds and find joy in "seeing" various things: animals, objects, faces, etc.

 

I've enjoyed doing that for many years and I believe it's one of my favorite simple pleasures, but I had no idea there is an actual word for it: Pareidolia: (par-i-DOH-lee-a) Seeing Faces in Unusual Places.

 

Various websites can easily be found, explaining more about it, and it really is an interesting subject, to me, anyway!

 

So, why am I writing about Pareidolia in my "I WONDER" post?
 

WELL, this afternoon I washed out Vern's food and water bowls with an SOS pad, and then instead of throwing it immediately away, I put it aside on top of a paper towel. Then I finished rinsing and drying, and put the bowls back on the floor.

 

When I looked back at the used SOS pad, I laughed out loud, because this is what I saw:



From this angle, I see a cute, little animal face, like a baby seal.  

 

 

 

 

From this angle, I see a scary face: scary eyes,

 and a screaming mouth.

* I promise I did not touch the pad or change it in any way. I just took the top photo from an angle and this one I took straight on.
 

 

  I wonder.....what do YOU see??



* A MEMORIAL DAY RE-POST *

Every Memorial Day I take time to remember what this day is really about. Many years ago, it was known as Decoration Day. That's because it was the day families and friends laid wreaths and other patriotic decorations on the graves of loved ones....those who died in wars.

Some men come home from wars, but many others do not. I am alive today because of one man that did not come home....my mother's first husband. He was killed during WWII, and that was heartbreaking for her and her two young daughters. A few years later, though, she met and married my dad, and so when my brother Mike and I were born, we already had an instant family....one that consisted of two teenage sisters for us!
 
During our barbecues, picnics, and parties that celebrate the unofficial beginning of summer, let's remember that in spite of our country's problems, we are free, and we owe so much to all our veterans of wars....deceased or still living.



photo taken by Becky Sept 2011 at our friends' lake house

 

I don't write a political blog, but I will say this, if you've never been to Washington, DC and seen Arlington Cemetery and/or the Vietnam Wall, you've missed out on a couple of extremely powerful sights. You will surely have chills......

 ~~~
 

"I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, 'Mother, what was war?' " ~ Eve Merriam


"Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?" -- Holly Near

* YOGI BERRA IS 90 YEARS OLD! *

Yesterday was Yogi Berra's 90th birthday! What an amazing man he was and still is. Although I never really saw him play baseball, (partly because of the years he played, but mostly because my family always watched the St. Louis Cardinals' games), I know he was extremely talented. And he IS from St. Louis, ya know! The Hill.

 

Below are some of the "Yogi-isms" I came across that aren't all that well known...at least to me, and you know what's the funniest thing about them? They all make absolute sense to me!

 

“Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours.”  

 

“I usually take a two hour nap from one to four”

 

“Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.”  

 

“Never answer an anonymous letter”

 

“We made too many wrong mistakes”

 

“The future ain’t what it used to be”

 

“If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be”

 

“If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them”

 

“If you don't know where you are going, you'll end up someplace else.”  
 

“You can observe a lot just by watching.” 
 

“Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded”  
 

“90% of the game is half mental.”  
 

“I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.”  
 

“Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.”  
 

“I never said most of the things I said.”  
 

“Okay you guys, pair up in threes!”  
 

“I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.”
 

“You wouldn't have won if we'd beaten you.”
 

“We're lost, but we're making good time.”  
 

“A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore.”  
 

“It's tough to make predictions, especially about the future.”  
 

“I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.”
 

“If you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer.”  
 

“You have to give 100 percent in the first half of the game. If that isn't enough, in the second half, you have to give what's left.”
  

“It ain't the heat, it's the humility.”
 

~~~~~

 

And I'll end with the following:  “If you can't imitate him, don't copy him.”

 

AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH!  

 

 

Thanks for all the memories, Yogi. You're a class act. Always have been. Always will be.

* NOSTALGIC SUNDAYS *

It's Time Again for Another Nostalgic Sunday!

 

 

 

Hello wonderful people who take the time to stop and see what I've posted! I'm working at the shop today which I volunteered to do since my family gets together on different days to celebrate different occasions. Happy Mother's Day to all the fabulous moms out there!

I've written blog posts about my mother quite a few times and particularly on Mother's Day each year. (She died in 1989.) Although we loved each other, we never had that closeness that some mothers and daughters are so fortunate to share. It makes me think of the marvelous review Theresa Sanders wrote about my memoir, and posted on Amazon. Here is part of what she said "... her bumpy relationship with her sometimes distant mother..." Thanks again, Theresa (Sistah Teri!) I couldn't have said it better myself.

And also, I'm reminded of something my dear friend, Rita (now deceased) said during one of our thousand conversations. It made such an impact on me that I included it in my memoir. The chapter title is "Thoughts on Love & Forgiveness," and is primarily about my feelings toward my estranged dad. Here is what I wrote: "A wise friend once told me she believes part of our journey here on earth is to forgive our parents."

Ah...so true. I miss Rita every day because she was genuine. She was thoughtful and caring and spiritual and absolutely hilarious. (I sometimes referred to her as "crazy Rita" because of the funny things that would happen to her and the way she described them.)I know, too, that she would LOVE our little condo. Below are four of the newest photos I've taken. I hope they make you smile.

A close-up of a large bowl of petunias I bought.

A close-up of the gorgeous irises the previous occupant planted.

The bird feeder I bought and filled.

Shelves and cabinets above the kitchen sink.

I've had fun changing things around, trying to decide what to put where.

The fish is a one-of-a-kind piece of art created by our friend, Bob.

It's lightweight wood, covered with floral fabric. I just love it and think I found the perfect place to hang it.

"Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them." - Mitch Albom, For One More Day