life as it comes – robin maderich – write-brained scribbler and crafter-on-the-loose

Bell Bottom Blues

Love this song. I’ll start with that. Eric Clapton’s voice crooning the vocals tore at my heartstrings in my younger days. (I’ll confess, when I listen to the song now, it still does…)

However, this post is not about the song (as much beloved at it is), but about those denim jeans we, of a certain age, wore. With pride. Before they became a popular item of consumer fashion, bell-bottomed jeans were our “freak flag.”

Sharing a touching post for this day

In Memory of 9/11

A time for contemplation

That picture above? It clearly shows my mood. Of course, the dog’s thoughts might not be contemplative, but more about his next meal. Who knows? But let me get on with what I’m meaning to say.

The nights have been quite cool around here for a couple weeks. The forecast calls for more in the 40s coming up. It is September now, but this all began in August. The leaves on the trees are browning, although I can see some bright oranges and a few yellows from my window as I type this. The remainder of my tomatoes are probably NOT going to ripen. Fried green tomatoes, anyone? Or pickled? I’ve never cared for either, so I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. Still, there are sunny daytime temperatures in the 80s this weekend (with a late storm), so a few more tomatoes could get enough color to ripen on the windowsill.

Ah, my dear Pippa…

I feel your pain.

I have a YouTube channel where I share a great many Pippa shorts, as well as other things. I just wanted to share this one with my blog readers today. I’ve had a rough couple of busy-butt days, but I wanted to post SOMETHING.

Enjoy!

A Tisket, a Tasket, a…

Not a green and yellow basket (although you might find one in a thrift store), but many basket ideas! I’ve been, as usual, behind on my posting, but I came across this great article and thought I’d share it 🙂 (use the embedded link beneath the photo below).

https://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/home-and-garden/14-creative-ways-to-repurpose-thrifted-baskets-around-your-garden-and-yard/ar-AA1AVeB9?ocid=socialshare&pc=HCTS&cvid=d35b72f28ee14f3ea059879eff566e5e&ei=36

Listen to the Quiet

This is worth a watch. It is a beautiful, touching, heartrending reminder of what we stand to lose if we don’t wake up and accept the responsibility of stewardship, of caring, of realizing we are not the only ones in this world who matter.

Every Picture Tells a Story

Don’t it?

I’m listening to Rod Stewart’s cd of the same name right now. It was a birthday gift, along with Gasoline Alley, Dan Fogelberg’s The Innocent Age, and a FunkoPop Dobby—actually holding a teeny, tiny sock! This past weekend, I celebrated my birthday with all my kids (three sons and two significant others). Four of us started out with dinner at Red Robin and then came home, where the other two met us.

Derek made a dee-licious Black Magic cake (coffee/chocolate cake, vanilla buttercream icing), which we consumed in small quantities after how much we stuffed ourselves with our meal. Gifts followed 🙂

Humanity

We are all one race: Human.

This is a truth. Whether creationist or evolutionist, we all understand we started somewhere, grew into what we are today. I don’t purport to know or understand every religion in the world, but I believe most of them have their theory of creation. We started. We are.

Girls, Girls, Girls

Okay, I know that title got someone’s attention. More than Old Ladies, Old Ladies, Old Ladies might have at any rate.

This past weekend was a “girls’ weekend” with my cousins. None of us are spring chickens. We all called ourselves old ladies multiple times during conversations. Sometimes bemoaning certain facts of our age, sometimes just busting on each other, sometimes, well, sometimes because, to those who are younger, this is exactly what we are.

Les Mis-adventures!

What a wonderful day I had yesterday. Early on in my posts (perhaps the second I ever made), I talked about a day spent with one of my daughters-in-law–a day spent at yard sales and a garden center (see: The Chicken Teapot and the Fantastically Lovely Day). Well, here’s a post about our day yesterday, when we went to see Les Miserables in Philadelphia.