Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Ah, ha. We have our first tomatoes. There are more developing color. I thought they were late this year. But, I went back and checked last year. Last year they were late. We only picked the ripe tomatoes in August!
The ones last year were tastier. I think they were Heritage. These don't have much flavor unless we salt and season them. Oh, well. They are home grown anyway and that is the special part. Hb. bought the plants as an assortment. There are six kinds.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


With fairy tales
we fool ourselves.
and try to
Dream our dreams.
We lull ourselves
into believing Life,
is what it seems.
But, Life is always ever
comprised of a,
mirage of lies,
We shatter our hearts
without exception
upon the ramparts
of sorrows and deceptions.
Then slowly come to realize,
of smoke and shade,
everything is made.
Reality is but a charade.
Orig. Poem by CGZ
July 2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009


I did a story about my desire for a tea set. Tea sets seem to me to be an epitome of elegance and refinement. I had finally found one in doll size long ago. But, I still wanted a people size one.
When I was still in a social circle, I purchased a lovely English teapot. And I only collected an assortment of teacups. Because, when serving a small group, it was easier for everyone to keep track of their own cup. The cake plates were assorted too. For the same reason. My Friends and guests thought it very distinctive and creative. I always do the unusual.
When I worked in the flower shops, Teleflora came out several years with really neat teapots. And yes, I had to have one of each year. Overboard!!!!!!!!
However I ran out of cupboard space and the we had to move again, so I sold all of them, except my original English pot.
Then I received a temptation catalog. You know the kind that has all sorts of needful things. I have a real passion for porcelain. I just love beautiful things. And there, in that catalog was this exquisite So Rococo tea set. It came in pink or blue. Pink is my color. And the set is perfectly useless because of the placement of the handles on the cups. I looked at it, thought about it. I said, you silly, you just sold all your tea pots. Notwithstanding, Now you want a tea set? Yes, it was so speaking to me. Well, I didn't get it, at least not yet. We were still able to go to antique shows and that year, one of the dealers had this set. Both of them. Yes, collectibles are allowed at Antique shows, but they do have to be labeled as new and as collectible. I dreamed, OK.
So, come time to tell Hb. what he could get me for Christmas that year, I pulled out the catalog and showed him the tea set. He teased me about it, then took the catalog so he could order the set. Nice. One of the nicest, most elegant Christmas presents I ever received.
So, here it is. Displayed on the top of the bookcase dollhouse. Along with a pair of Red stamp Japanese 18th century style porcelain figurines. I purchased them new when I was 17. The small set are German, purchased from eBay 10 years ago.

Friday, July 10, 2009


I had gotten tired of working on the afghan. Because my hand became afflicted with a case of carpel tunnel. So, I left it to rest awhile. I have also developed a sewing carbuncle on the first joint of my right forefinger. II developed the finger bump long ago from all the hand sewing I used to do. It kind of goes away when I stop using it. The carpel thing isn't new either. Got my first case 40 years ago. Soaking in warm water and lots of hand cream massage eases nicely. I don't just massage my hand, I massage my arms too, full length, because the entire arm and hand are involved. Never had to go to a dr. about it. Dr.s don't know diddlely about how to treat carpel tunnel syndrome. I had a friend go through the operation. It was worse ever after. She had to quite work and go on disability. Talk about a mess.
Anyway, I learned to do my hand work in short spurts, so I could rest my hands periodically.
I am crocheting the edging around all of the squares. When that is done, they will be sewn together into the afghan as a piece.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

WHAT?!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

Well, I guess the people I went high school with, got lonesome or something again. They are putting on another high school class reunion. Honestly, if they want to party, do it without us. Or at least me. No, I didn't return the announcement. Not in this lifetime. So, Sunday, the phone rang, good heavens, it was my friend Harold. "Hey, didn't you return the invite?".
"No, of course not. Really."
Harold thought he could tempt me by saying, " don't you miss your old stomping grounds?"
"No way, My stomping grounds were the city, and also where I live now".
He tried a couple of other tacts, finally I had to tell him.
"Harold, I was only born up there, I live here". He didn't understand. I had to repeat it, with an emphasis, "I was BORN there, I 'LIVE' here". He finally got it. (up there, I was a dead person walking, my heart, my soul, my mind, my intellect were starving to death.)
I then changed the subject, and got him to tell me about himself, all the changes up there. But we hung up still friends.
I did go to two reunions, because a friend and my cousin Avis begged me. Bad choice. Both times were complete disaasters. So, never again.
There is nothing up there that calls to me. In fact there are nothing but ghosts of
a lot of awful memories. Talking to Harold and being reminded of all that, the load poured through the cracks and almost overwhelmed me. After that phone call, I am still trying to exorcise myself of all those ghosts again. (ugh. shudder)