AN ACRE OF CHAOS aka Gramma ZZ’s mind

Went out to shop, never made it through thrift stores, only pet store and dollar store.

Then came home the scenic route, meaning through this one neighborhood. I wondered whether they had decorated for Xmas yet and was glad they hadn’t up there because of the excessive winds coming this week. Thought this house was pretty so snapped it as I drove by it.

This is a view of a street about a mile away, heading up to that neighborhood.. To the left up there is the park where my kids played Little League when they were young and where I spent many many nights at the field. Mike coached three teams at one time, meaning, during the same season…We were always at the baseball field. Laura lived just to the right of that area, a few blocks over, before she sold her house. 

I remember when my kids were in kindergarten the terms used to describe good and bad things were “warm and fuzzy” and “cold and prickly.”

I wonder if they still teach that in kindergarten.

Today isn’t really prickly but it is chilly. I keep thinking I am going to leave the house and get some errands done but I get sidetracked by the option of flopping on my bed, doing nothing.

We had warm cinnamon rolls (we being John, Britney and I) which were just perfect for a cold morning and instead of leaving after that, I have just been enjoying the cold day and the warm heated house.

I always think when the weather is milder, that come winter I will keep up with movement and exercise and bundle up and go walk. So far that hasn’t happened.

I was suppose to have Cayden today but they need me to watch him on Thursday so I have an unexpected free day. I think I’m going to find some thrift stores and see if i can find some treasures today such as bird feeders. There’s nothing else I would be looking for in a thrift store right now.

I use to play a game and send out a mental image of a certain item I would like to discover in some out of the way store. It never failed….I always found it.

Okay, after thinking a moment, I’ll send out the thought of a hummingbird.

IF…I get out and IF I come across one…I’ll share the magic here with a picture….

Have a warm and cozy day… 

I wish I knew where I got this image from that was in my picture file. It could have been a mutual acquaintance some of us know, from another board who does fractals. It might just have been something I saw on the net and saved off. I think its’ beautiful. It has a very calming feel to me, when I look at it.

Here is a neat link I found for art work..that some of you might enjoy.

http://www.dailypainters.com/ 

Well..this caught my eye. I was outside without my glasses but I had my camera so I zoomed in and saw slippers growing….

I guess she washed them and was drying them outside. Just tickled my funny bone when I saw it. 

Maybe if I don’t talk too loud I won’t break the spell.. Just wanted to share something with you.

…..I’m cleaning my closet….shhhhh. So far I haven’t quit in the middle of the mess….

okay, tiptoeing back in. If I don’t post for a day or so, you know I succumbed to something and you might look first in my bedroom, in that closet over there, see it…the one with the mess outside the door…

okay, bye.

After my post below, I released the mute button on my TV and lo and behold, Andrea Bocelli is singing a love song on the view.

Well heck..maybe, just maybe I might receive flowers today from somebody who loves me…Now THAT would be nice…

So much love this morning. I should stay inside more often. Rain is good! 

pop up in your mind, come from and what do they mean.

I have always strongly disliked this particular song. I think it was first sung by Dusty Springfield.

Whenever I would hear it on the radio I would switch stations. It was similar to when I would here Barry Mani…songs come on…or Debbie Boo– …or “Memories”…aaacccckkkkkkkkkkk hate that song..but I think that is a mass consciousness hate…doesn’t everybody hate these songs…

Now however, I can at least tolerate watching Barry M on the TV and he has been around a lot…but I think the reason is, I love to see the plastic surgery these people put themselves through…it’s not so much his music that compels me to not change the station, it’s his plastic surgery.

So I get off the lap top and get into the shower not thinking of anything much (don’t even try to visualize, its’ not pretty)….and I have a window that I can look out of while taking a shower and see my birds…

So…I’m watching my birds, while washing my hair and here comes this STOOOOOPPPPIIIIIDDDDD song. Acccckkk …..THE LOOK OF LOVE….

Where in the hell did that come from. I’m way past menopause and those thoughts of new “love” and looking forever and ever into somebody’s eyes, just ain’t foremost in my mind anymore…I mean my God, I usually have dirt under my fingernails, no matter how much I wash my hands. The two images just don’t or shouldn’t reside side by side.

So what pray tell…well speaking of praying, since I am of a metaphysical bent, I view this as having a deeper meaning.

I think its’ my spirit saying its’ looking upon me with love.

But I am so curious….where DO they come from and what makes them filter up into consciousness. I have not heard this song on the radio or TV recently…and I would KNOW if I had because I would have immediately changed the channel. I haven’t read anything referring to this song. I live on an acre so my closest neighbors’ thoughts shouldn’t be interrupting my shower…and ..well I just don’t get it.

The Look of Lo-oooo–vvvvv-e is in your eyes…

I got out of the shower and looked at my eyes. They are still looking dull and showing a lot of signs of aging. I didn’t seek that look of love in there, well directed at me anyway…although I need to work on that..Mike has a bad case of poison ivy…I am NOT looking in his direction with that “look”… Of course motherly love could be coming out of my eyes or grandmotherly love.
This is just ONE MORE OBSESSION that will plague me today.

And what does this have to do with the cat picture.

Maybe I love cats AND Mondays. I’ll contemplate that for awhile. 

when i posted these ducks. I shot these photographs back in October after visiting a lake in Riverside.

To me they looked almost like a genetically engineered new species of duck.

In doing some research for my bird blog I finally found out what these are.

This bottom pic isn’t mine. But this is what I found out.

A Muscovy duck (Cairina moschata), also known as a pato real, or royal duck. Males are more brightly colored than females and have red fleshy carnicules on their faces, over their eyes and at the base of their bills; this photo is of a male. Muscovy ducks feed mostly on underwater vegetation, seeds and acorns. Scientific classification:
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Aves
Order: Anseriformes
Family: Anatidae
Genus: Cairina
Species: Cairina moschata
The mystery is solved. Now I can sleep at night. 

In my search for a certain bird species I came across these pictures. What a beautiful painting either one would make. 

Good for her!! She will be into everything now, I imagine. Gosh by Christmas when I see her, she might be walking…but that would make her only about 10 months old…Nah…but..well wow I’ve heard babies do walk at that age.. 

And bet you enjoyed seeing your little grand-daughter….

Babies are so cute, aren’t they??

I caught a snap of Hannah and Hayden Cayden together…It’s adorable!!! Thought you might enjoy it.

(don’t know who to credit these photographs to..found them out in cyberspace. 

Wow…that Aunt Anika is nice. She likes me a lot. 

to give him a kiss. He seemed to not like anika holding Hannah. 

Photo op I couldn’t pass up.

Auntie Anika and Hannah. 

Cayden has discovered he has a voice and he sings up and down the scale…He appears to really like hearing it….I noticed it today…I thought he was screaming and I went out to where Mike and he were, and he was just playing…going up and down the vocal scale…so funny…He is not so serious anymore, even though this pic might suggest he is. He has a smile ready now for anybody who interacts with him….except when he’s not in the mood.