Parrot Heads & Other PalsMy friend Helen is a Parrot Head. Think Jimmy Buffett, Margaritaville, sixties hippies who like to have fun. This group meets monthly, has costume parties, and generally serves to remind members of all things Buffett. I had to post this photo when she sent it to me. She and Paisley won the Most Dynamic Duo award at the Halloween party.
I woke up this morning thinking "you have to write". Took a cup of coffee out to the garage and lit a cigarette to contemplate topics, characters, and whatever might help me procrastinate. Looked out the garage door windows and lo and behold there's Daisy with her rake and push broom.
Damnit, Daisy, you're gonna have a heart attack.
Always check your own pulse before you try rescuing someone else, though. No, she won't. She'll give YOU one watching her.
She was very methodical, leisurely, taking her time. She was bundled well. But when she whipped out the trash bags and started bagging leaves, I felt more than guilty. I felt compelled to do the unthinkable...put out the cigarette, leave the coffee to get cold, get dressed, and grab my own rake.
Once I'd crossed the street, I chastized her for making me look bad, because the oak and sycamore leaves in my own yard would cover a Toyota. I gave her a hug and pitched in. We discussed everything from the snow that's to hit day after tomorrow to Kansas pioneers, Sacramento as a marvelous place to live, what kinds of trees were shedding leaves so deep we couldn't find our morning newspapers in them, to art. I discovered that Daisy paints--very well, too. She took me inside and showed me two of her favorite works.
I asked her if she believed in nature's medicine. Merry had told me to shave off a nickle sized portion of ginger root, put in a mug of water, and nuke it in the microwave for tea. Sweeten with honey, drink, and be done with stomach ulcers after a bit. Daisy said, oh, yes! Then we chatted about various herbal remedies our grandmothers had tried on us, and Daisy told me what she felt worked best. Considering she's 79 yrs old, I figured she'd know better than I would, so I took mental notes.
Within an hour, my nose was dripping from the cold, Daisy's yard looked marvelous and mine looked like crap, and she had 8 bags of leaves to show at the curb for the first half of her yard we'd worked.
I still haven't written, but I've seen good art this morning...Nature's and Daisy's. I've shuffled through leaves; signed, addressed, & stamped a handful of birthday and Thanksgiving cards for friends and family; and I've watched my two rescue canines romping through a golden shower of yet more leaves that continue to fall. The guttering is clogged again, needless to say, but that's okay. The snow will slow 'em down.
Lyn Cash's latest romance sale to EC has gone through yet another title incarnation. It started out as "All Or Nothing", which is bland, to "Sex, Lies, & Duct Tape", which worked until publisher discovered that they have a Sex-Lies-&-Something title coming out. Back to square one. Any ideas for me??????
Thanks, Kris, for the Maxine birthday card!!! LAUGHED - Lord, I laughed. Love that woman. Thanks, Janet, for managing it so that your new great-granddaughter was born on my birthday last week. Welcome to the world, little Akasha Leigh. Thanks, CJ, thanks everyone who sent cards and good wishes, thanks Merry for dinner, cheesecake, a sleepover, and good conversation. I had a marvelous birthday.