30 December 2008


Here is a poem I wrote that is somewhat belated.  But it was still very important that I post it.  Everyone must know how wonderful and simply delightful a certain little cafe in my hometown was.  But times are tough economically and so they recently closed their doors - I'm hoping not for good.  We will miss the beautiful ladies who ran it, as well as the amazing food they served.  It was foodie heaven! 


When we opened the door
Warm smiles and bright faces
Would bid us come in 
To this most loved of places.
As we took our seats,
A quite lovely feeling
Flooded the room 
From floor to ceiling.

On the menu, hand-crafted,
Every dish was a treat
To satisfy all tastes 
Whether savory or sweet.
Sirloin Veggie and Cornbread,
Wally Jack with pepper jelly.
Toss in a Bread Pudding
To fill up that belly!
Or perhaps you prefer
A little salty and sweet,
The Strawberry Pretzel
Makes a great lunch complete.

Yet more than the food
Was the caring fashion
In which it was served
With real zeal and passion.
Four darling sisters
Always aiming to please.
Making everyon feel welcome
Was their true expertise.

But a friend brought word
Of sad news today,
That this wonderful experience
Was not here to stay.
Although doors will be closed
And lights will not shine,
No more afternoon breaks
For desserts so divine,
In our hearts you will stay,
As we bid 'Sayonara'.
We will never forget 
The Sisters' Sbarra.

24 December 2008

Any way the wind blows...

I suppose that is a good way to define the way the contents of this blog have changed.  How far I have deviated from what it was intended to be.  This is not a bad thing though.  The blog began as an outlet for me to vent the stresses that I experienced at home.  But I've turned over a new leaf.  

I am determined to find the silver lining in every cloud, to view the glass as half full, to see the light at the end of the tunnel...not sure if that last one was appropriate.  Anyway, each day I pray that I have to fortitude to endure with a blazing hope.  One of my favorite quotes defines the Greek word for endurance that is used in the Bible as this: 

“It is the spirit which can bear things, not simply with resignation, but with blazing hope . . . It is the quality which keeps a man on his feet with his face to the wind. It is the virtue which can transmute the hardest trial into glory because beyond the pain it sees the goal.”

I have a goal.  And a dream.  (That last bit was in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King)  So I am going to focus on that goal.  And endure each little agitation in my life with joy and not sighing...at least for the most part.  There's still a long way to go.

So my blog will keep its name and description because my life is still a story of love.  And to most who read this, monotony.  

Here's the video I watched today that somehow inspired this post.  Enjoy!

15 December 2008

Fun is Contagious

"I have come to know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good during one’s life; and also that every man should eat and indeed drink and see good for all his hard work. It is the gift of God."   -Wise King Solomon, Ecclesiastes 3:12, 13

Most people don't LOVE their job.  My husband and I would definitely fall into that category.  So then it falls upon oneself to make work enjoyable - and to do so in whatever fashion necessary.  Internet radio is a big help, a HUGE help.  Then not only can I whistle while I work, but I can sing, dance and make a right good racket.  It's good for the heart.

A friend sent me this video of some guys who had the same idea.  Enjoy!

09 December 2008

Comic Cold Relief

This is a poem that I wrote ages ago.  I was home sick- much like today -and wanted to express the gloominess of my situation.  However, there are some contradictions to my current feelings.  One being that I love nothing more for it to rain when I'm sick.  Then I can curl up with a good book and some hot tea and read and read and read.  

I suppose that at the time I wrote this (in 2003), I had been sick for so long that no matter what kind of day it was outside, I refused to be happy about it.  And so it goes...

At Home with the Flu

It's just one of those days,
those sick days.
Where the sun woke up and decided not to shine
and the blue sky was overtaken by the huge grey masses.
Yeah, one of those days.
Where the rain that beats down on the roof
of my car mocks me saying,
"At least, I can play outside."
And the lightning, in reply, lets out a bellowing
laughter that causes my house to shake
to remind me of its authority. 
But I sit inside and I cough and sneeze
and hide in my blankets where it's cozy.
With all my might I clench a fist
and shake it at the window,
"You just wait, you grouchy ol' storm
'til the sun comes out and the air is warm.
He'll dry you up from top to bottom
and that will be the end of you."
Can't be sure if they heard me or not,
but at least it made me feel better.