Random Image Series, III

Views from My House

The stone candle sculpture that lights the way to my front door

The sky that welcomed me home last night...

And the sight that warms my heart when I get home.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Random Image Series, II

Views of Roxy

The Good

There's a little bad and a little good in most things. For me that has seldom been so clear as it was yesterday. Both heartache and happiness paid their visits.
The Good: The storms continue after a long drought. We got a few beautiful inches by noon, with more forecasted today.


The Bad

The Bad: My mother forgot how to put on a pair of pants yesterday. The deterioration of her cognitive abilities is swifter almost by the minute. It was heart-breaking to watch her helplessly stare at a pair of pants on her lap.

As I watch her lose her mind, the caretaker's report was endlessly bad: She roams at night, yelling at people who are trying to sleep. She has lost her expensive hearing aid, and her false teeth are stained a brilliant orange for good, thanks to Tic Tacs. She struck the caretaker with her cane when the caretaker tried to help her dress.

When I talked to her about it, she said, "I know it's wrong! I'm sorry! I just want to go home!" For Mom "home" is heaven.

The Ugly

The only ugliness in my personal life is my mother's dementia. Everything else is beautiful. My hubby's enchiladas were made fresh for supper. The grandkids were here when I got home from Mom's, and they are gorgeously robust and lovely, full of laughter.


Father, please guide the search and rescue efforts in Haiti. Please hasten the aid and multiply the food and medical treatment. Bless all the people of Haiti, and bless those who reach out to help, like Dr. Jen who's working in the field.

Random Image Series, I

Views from my refrigerator.

When I grow up, I want to be art.

After the storm
The mighty oak still stands
While others fall

There is always a reason to chew through the restraints.

Go visit Tara and Troy Livesay in Haiti here.

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Update:

The sun is rising over the hilltop, and it is blinding in a small break in the clouds. Beautiful!

A flock of cedar waxwings drops in to snack on the last of the red berries outside my window. They are grabbing a last bite before the second storm begins. What do birds do during the storms? I am so happy to see these waxwings. They are beautiful birds!