Thursday, June 23, 2011

Gifts

When Christine arrived for her visit, she brought along a gift or two for me and her sister Patricia.    We both had May birthdays and she wanted us to have something special from the gallery of Port Orchard.    There is young lady artist who came up with something new and different and made her creations permanent in tiles.      
This is the largest one and is of buds of garlic.   The colors blend in beautiful shades and it has a stand so you can use it as a picture but then you can also use it as a hot plate.    It is new and different and I think this artist has a vivid imagination and is very good at what she does.    Patricia's tiles are of ships and a few sea mammals.    So far they have been in constant use and have been admired by my friend, Sharon Guinn, who is an artist.  She stopped in the other day and that was the first thing she spotted and she may try making some herself.  Right now she is working on doing some computer illustrations and has promised to send me a picture or two so I can show them to you on my blog.  If you notice, on the table is a white table cloth with embroidered tea pots and roses, made many years ago by a neighbor and friend, Vickie, who has been gone for some years.   I never cease to think about our Wednesday coffee visits and the luscious coffee cake she would bring.   The vase is Art Deco, from the 1920's and is very unusual and beautiful in shades of blue.   I never started out to collect vases but I must have a dozen on display in the space over the kitchen cabinets.   They are all glass, all shapes and sizes and lovely to look at and handy to have.    I'll have to remember to take a picture of them to show you.   The latte is what makes Christine wake up and smile and the gadget is a telephone that keeps her in tune with the outer world.   
Here is one of the grasses in the front garden.    It looks like palm leaves.    I had no idea I'd get my head into the picture, just goes to show you what kind of a photographer I am.    You didn't know I could look so good.   I gave the poor old bush a drink of water yesterday and watched it and the other plants come alive.   Summer is here finally, beautiful days with cloud filled skies, the kind that you see pictures in and wind clouds that make you stop and take notice.


Patricia is off for her check up and I am betting she gets an A plus for minding her manners and healing well.   Of course it is never fast enough, and we all know that one, as we want whatever is bothering us to go away faster than it arrived.    She wondered why she had to wait two weeks to drive, well she drove to the store and back and was happy to get out of the car,so she realized that the doctor wasn't just talking to be heard, there was meaning in the words and deeds.   She is doing great and I love to tease her and being a private person she will frown at seeing her name in print . . . God forbid I put a new picture up . . . I'd be in serious trouble. 


Christine will be leaving us tomorrow and what a tremendous help she has been although I didn't hear the word 'bossy' come out of Patricia's mouth , I did hear a reference to 'another mother'  . . . isn't that what big sisters do? It really is tough to be a patient and have patience and be treated like a piece of 'glass' . . . that is what makes the healing faster and boy, is she going to miss all that tender loving care.    I am going to miss some of that tender loving care too as we have had a great time, even got to play Scrabble and took a beating but then that is what grown up daughters do . . . how I will miss her . . . but, we will try and make more trips in our future as that road along the coast begs for use, especially when there is love waiting on both ends.


So today, give some thought to visiting your folks, siblings, friends and make a plan to celebrate your love for each other.   Get rid of the excuses and make your plans now and follow them up and enjoy the brightest and best of your time with each other.     Make your seconds count.    Hugs to all.

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