Bringing it all Together

I'm organizing. I'm sorting and storing. I'm working up to the throwing away part. I am reclaiming my territory. Along with starting a new semester at school and getting ready for national testing ARRRGGG, I am working on the house a little bit at a time. This weekend I dragged rugs out on the driveway and shampooed them. Ok, I watched while my son's girlfriend shampooed them. Anyway progress is being made. I will be back to writing when my space is my own. Take care.

Where I'm From .... ....

Thanks to Cowtown Pattie - This one is for you. I wrote it last year and had been saving it.

I am from backyard swing sets, from Ivory soap that floats, and stories that end with happily ever after.
I am from tumbleweed snowmen, roly poly bugs, and freshly mowed grass.
I’m from roller skates, playing jacks, hula-hoops, bicycles with bells, and Barbies. And my very own John Deere tractor.
I am from 45s spinning on a record player, orange juice can hair rollers, trading disks to go steady, going to the picture show on Friday night, and meeting boys at the skate rink on Saturday mornings.
I am from bright yellow daffodils that bloom on Daddy’s birthday, colorama purple and orange sunsets; the Llano Estacado, the yucca, the cottonwood, and the mesquite bush.
I'm from black-eyed peas on New Years, "hit the deck," and “until your better’s best”; from Voncile, and AJ, and Ida.
I am from “clamming up”, and “not counting your chickens before they are hatched”, and “burning daylight”.
I’m from Blue Birds, Camp Fire Girls, Rainbow Girls, MYF, and Student Council.
I’m from Camp Skyline in the Guadalupe Mountains and Camp Mystic on the Guadalupe River, swimming lessons every summer and those damn piano lessons every week.
I am from “slow and steady wins the race”, and “nice girls don’t …”.
I am from Methodists backbenchers, and rebel Campbellites. I’m from going to Church in your Sunday best after dancing in the kitchen on Saturday night.
I’m from Bobbie Brooks pant suits, Villager sweater sets, and Keds with a hole in the toe. And cutoffs that lasted for years.
I am from Carlsbad, from Texas, Tennessee, and North Carolina, from England and Ireland; from fried chicken, pot roast, pecan pie, and cornbread.
I’m from “turn out the light when you leave the room”, “don’t comb your hair in the kitchen”, and “the work ain’t finished til the cleanup’s done.”
I am from snowcones at the ballpark, pickles at the show, and pixie sticks walking home from school.
I’m from Daddy, a roofing contractor who invested in the bogus uranium mine, and Mama who bought her own ladies ready to wear business without asking Daddy and made a success. But they stayed married for 59 years. And they loved each other and me. I will never forget where or who I am from.

Announcing the Retirement of the Muse

The Muse is retiring from daily publication. I guess most of you have figured that out. I have a new project and it has a deadline. With teaching, that leaves little time for my blog. Although I dearly enjoy the friends I have made in association with my blog, I must take care of business.

Thank you to those who have read my ramblings and let me know. Keep in touch. Crime Dog, Cowtown Pattie, and Bill, I have enjoyed our correspondence. I will still be a faithful reader and let you know from time to time. Take care. May the God of your choice bless you and keep you.