My favorite journalist, essayist, TV personality, was an author who passed away this year. Andy Rooney of “60 Minutes” gave us his best every Sunday night during his five-minute segments. I waited for the rest of the news broadcasts to be done, because I looked forward all week long, just to hear Mr. Rooney’s dry wit and watch his weathered face. I loved this man! He had a winning way that appealed to so many who listened and watched. He was opinionated, brave, even sometimes a bit cranky. But he was entertaining while getting his point across. Almost always I’d agree with his views. I watched enthralled as he delivered his remarks and demonstrated his comparisons by presentation. His take on matters, his observations, were done in a way to make me (and a lot of other viewers, I’ll bet) to want to spend time with him, have a drink, eat dinner, pick his brain. He was savvy and smart. He’d seen all through the decades of his writing, how the times changed, and in many ways they ironically repeated themselves.
For a long time, I wanted to be his editorial partner. Today and in future, I want to echo his personality and be a little cranky myself. One day, I would love to do what he did at “60 Minutes”, because I love communicating, looking for the best, pointing out what needs to be fixed, plus … I have a mind of my own. I must share Andy Rooney DNA.
I really miss you Andy Rooney (thank goodness we have your videos), and the special way you could complain about something and always get away with it. Ha!
This is what I would like to be doing this weekend.
She’s back! Messy Teesa strikes again and she in hot water. Well perhaps that is part of the story. Her brushes, pallet knives and sponge brushes are in hot soapy water. She let them dry. Says she forgot she wasn’t working with oils (which take a long time to dry) and there you have it. Another mess from this messy child. What am I to do with her? I cannot decide which way is up so here are a few angles. You decide.
Joe and the guys are headed for Howard University for their photo shoot and perhaps an interview, not certain. I’m not awake … I’m on remote control. Jumped up (well after the third snooze press) dealt with the brushes, cleaned the kitty bowls, fresh water, made coffee, breakfast and showered in two minutes. Got the sleepy husband out the door and on his way, but not before I did the check list … “You have this and that” routine.
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Little tree horse
Never runs or plays
Never utters a sound
Once placed he stays
His big yellow head
Is hung each year
By blue satin ribbon
He brings such cheer
He knows he is handsome
Against deep evergreen
He’s poised at a standstill
A holiday dream
Theresa H Hall
Freelance Writer / Independent Contractor
Were I a fish … I’d look like this. This isn’t by accident. The proof is all around us.
If you have ever contemplated what the characteristics of a thought would look like, I wonder if you ever imagined they could appear as lovely as this flower. I remember thinking that when someone was angry their dark thoughts would resemble storm clouds. I have also thought about the way cartoonists balloon the conversations of their drawings. Then, too, is the bubble with the lightbulb indicating a good idea.
Throughout this December as the impending holidays grow closer, I wonder what thoughts are being sent out around the globe. Since there are different reasons to celebrate in late November and throughout December, into January, I suppose were one to sit atop the moon and view our little blue planet, they might be able to see an array of colors rising to the top of our atmosphere. They could surface like round rainbows of color popping, up, up, up, until they reached outer space to slowly dissolve.
Today I feel as though my thoughts reflect this lovely bloom of blues and since I live spherically, the roundness and soft shards of direction please me, too. What colors are you sending out today? I want to know what blooms of thought are surfacing from within you.
Peace and Love (in my world I can have these things).
I have a magic wand and have had for many a year. When the good vibrations are in the air I can channel them into my wand and grant wishes. Wishes are a funny thing and I do not mean to say they are humorous, but rather the opposite. How many times in your life have you wished you had wishes, a fairy mother, or a genie that would pop out of a bottle? Come on … I know everyone has wondered what it would be like to have this happen. The odds of them coming true at all seems to outweigh the whimsical delight of thinking about how we would turn our very lives around. You may even have heard someone say “to be careful what you wish for”.
Over the coming week I am asking people to tell me what they want as a wish, and I am going to grant two wishes. Why two? At times, I have a hard time deciding and this way, I will feel more inclined to take twice the pleasure and not debate with myself afterwards, whether or not I make the correct choice. You do not have to be a deserving person in order to be chosen. You must simply agree to be quite certain that what you are wishing will be well planned out, and that you will be happy with the results.
Please leave me a message as to your wish and at the end of the week, I shall use my wand to grant these wishes. I have experience in these matters and have been told that it actually worked. Now remember, think very, very carefully before you ask.
I’d like to think that the contemplative look on her face was due to a reflective moment she might have shared with another. We are surrounded by beauty, bombarded with it. No matter how many times every day I get to witness it, I am always humbled by the fact that, while our world may turn topsy-turvy now and again, we are incredibly enriched by our immediate surroundings.
With the exception of today’s, last hurrah, 96º weather, the coverings have been removed from the skylights and at night, around 3 AM, the moon and stars or clouds drift by, while I am enclosed inside the condo, perched atop a whirling world spacecraft. A living, recycling planet that is taking us on her long voyage.
Stop and smell the roses that still bloom. Watch the colors burst forth from within the surrounding trees. See the squirrels gather nuts from the ground. Listen to the sound of birds overhead as they begin their flight south. The sounds of Autumn, and the fact we are alive to witness them gives us a freedom to be. Fridays for freedom to share our own beauty with The Universe.
I heard some muttering and a clanking of kitchen things. Could be Monseiur, my Chef Cat, who knows where the cans, dry food and treats are stored. He is always underfoot come mealtime and tries to will the cupboard door open when he stares directly at it. Pulling myself off the comfy sofa I walk quietly into the kitchen to see if I could catch him with his huge body half in and halfway out of the food storage. I glanced beneath the dining room table as I went and there he was sitting quietly, ears perked and head turned a little to the side, listening. Clang. There we both heard it.
My hand flipped the light switch on and nothing. No one was there. The only thing different was the position of the two large onions, that I had left on top of the stove earlier. They were now on the marble I use to roll out my dough, atop the counter. “How did they get there?” I wondered. “What was that green vegetable fluff on top of one of the vegetables, it wasn’t there before?”
I came to the conclusion that when I am not looking and failed to cook my vegetables in a timely manner, they get up to all sorts of mischief. Looks like some hanky-panky has been going on because now my female onion is going to have a little one. I say, eat those veggies quickly before they turn out the lights in your kitchen. Before they turn into sneaky eats.