"Iguana" an acrostic poem

 

                                                                          

                            I - independent (mama lays the eggs, covers them and leaves)

                           G - green iguana (found in the tropical rain forest)

                           U - unique (each species has its own unique adaptations)

                           A -  active? No (they mostly lie around all day, getting up for snacks)

                           N - native to South & Central America

                           A - arboreal - (long toes with sharp claws & long toes for tree top balance)

    I have 5 sons and I'm pretty sure as little boys, they each asked if they could have an iguana. Going to the local pet store was a field trip for them. We came home with fish, teddy bear hamsters and even a Norwegian Dwarf Bunny once. As adorable as iguanas are, they require a lot of care. They had to settle for catching lizards in our yard. We would keep them for a week or so, then let him go. Even those little guys are high maintenance. I had to go back to the feed store to buy live crickets for them to eat. It was fun watching them hunt their meals in their habitat.  I always had an old terrarium on hand in the garage. A must when you have little boys.

"A hike with my dog"

                                                           Hiking in Aptos, California

    I live in a place that has the best of both worlds, the ocean on one side and the forest on the other. This particular trail is a few blocks from my home, next to a junior college. My husband isn't much of a hiker, but my Boston Terrier named Rosie is. I always have a hiking buddy that is eager and ready to go.

    I wish I got on this trail more often, but I don't. This was the simpler part of the trail. You can take a trail in a different direction and upward into the mountain. I want to take that trail, but there is a sign that stands in my way. It's a sign that explain how should you encounter a lion, do not look at it directly in the eyes and back away slowly. I feel a bit silly standing in front of it, wishing I had the courage to follow this trail, as a trail rider or a hiker or two walks around me and heads up the trail. Why can I not  compose myself and be rational. There has never been a lion attack on a human reported in the forests of Aptos that I know of. Silly, I know!

    Wildflowers, birds singing , sunshine or a crisp day...it's the perfect escape from the mundane. I often get too caught up in household duties and competing against my planner, that I forget life is to be lived every day, not just once a week or maybe on the weekend. No more "I should do this" or "I should do that" when I have time. (The fact is...I do have time). 

                                                                

    I'm pretty sure as time passes, I'm not going to regret the times I didn't check everything off on my planner for Tuesday, but I will regret not taking in that sun rising over the ocean or putting on my cap, grabbing my dog and heading for the forest. 

                                               I know what I'm doing tomorrow morning.

    

    

"Getting Older"

 

 I wonder how many more sunset walks like these we'll take. This is a shot of our walking route. It's a 2 mile walk down the Esplanade at Sea Cliff State Beach. We have been watching the sun set here for years. That is my husband taking in the moment. There have been times when the sky looks like it's on fire. 

Every sunset is different, the same like every day of our lives is never the same. 

For me, I am at the stage in my life where not only am I aware that I'm getting older, but I am feeling it. This year, I have been overcome with feelings of no longer caring about what the world thinks of me, but caring more about me being true to myself. The days of keeping up with the latest of everything are behind me. I'm also not worrying about things I have no control over and accepting that every person is entitled to their own journey. I have had my share of worrying raising six children! Over it. I do what I can and ask God to watch over them. 

I had long hair and chopped it off two weeks ago. I no longer have to fuss with it in attempts to style a big hair look and constantly feel frustrated that it just doesn't look or feel right. Well, now I know why - because that wasn't me. I felt a sense of liberation  when I cut my hair into a very short layered bob. And I love it. My husband loves it and he loves me. He just wants me to be  happy. I let go of my hair. Is that how we achieve happiness, by letting go? This blog could go in so many different directions.

I was wondering if men go through a mental and emotional transition  or awakening as they enter their late 50's or early 60's. I know for my husband, he is more eager now travel. He wants to enjoy life and is more motivated today to be physical and socially active than ever. It can get kind of tricky when he is an extrovert and I am an introvert. We make it work. Again, another blog topic...

This has been a good year for me. I suppose I am thinking of myself less, in service to my community, keeping things simple, letting go of things and thoughts that don't serve me and letting the universe open doors I'm supposed to be going through. 

And yes, I do have a few physical pains, a couple of achy joints and I endured a double bunionectomy/osteotomy in early November of 2021. I have new beautiful feet and I push through the morning pain. Once I start moving, stretch and give thanks for another day - I am good to go! 

This getting older thing isn't so bad 🧡

"Man Fishing" (haiku)

 

 

                                                                                                                        

                                           Early Morning Fisherman on the pier

                                                      Foggy morning on the pier

                                                   Another attempt to reel in a fish

                                                         Maybe today is his day

"The Eagles"

 

    My husband I enjoy going to concerts and have our favorite bands of the 70's. What a great year for rock music!  The Eagles are one of our top three bands. We have seen them numerous times. We flew to Vancouver to see them. We read they were playing at Rogers Arena and found it a great excuse to go to Canada. Great concert in a great city. It was a treat seeing Vince Gill as a new member of the band too. He fits in perfectly.

    The photo above are the Eagles playing at the Chase Center in San Francisco. We saw them October of 2021. It's been a bitter sweet couple of years for the Eagles, losing their long time band mate Glen Frye. That's been the bitter part of their story. The sweet part is mid-center of this photo. The young man wearing the black hat, white shirt and black vest at the mic, is Glen Frye's son Deacon. The beginning of the concert started with a monologue from Don Henley, giving a little background on the band and bringing the audience up to date on where they're at now. Of course, they mentioned their brother Glen Frye and his passing and introduced his son Deacon Frye, who is now a member of the band. He is literally walking into his dad's shoes on stage with the Eagles. I got chills listening to him sing "Take it Easy;" a classic that was sung by Glen Frye. Also, in the monologue, stories were told of Deacon being a little boy showing up at band practice with his dad all the time. Little Deacon was soaking in the music and building dreams.

    We never know what plans the universe has for or where dreams start and dreams end.

                                                  

*(ironically, as I was typing this blog, I learned that today Deacon Frye made the decision to leave the Eagles Band)

"The Dogs in My Life"

 

    I have three dogs in my life: Rosie, Zeus and Kona. 

                                                                            

    Pictured here is our Rosie. She is a 13 year old Boston Terrier. As you can see, she is in pretty good shape. Her brother Rocky passed two years ago. We used to call him Old Man Rock, because as he was starting to age - he began to act like a little old man. We sure miss him. It was sad the way Rosie appeared to be a little lost without him. She would look around his bed area and we know she was wondering what had happened to him. Rosie weighs 17 pounds and has the personality of a pit bull. She likes to be around humans, but has disdain for other dogs that are outside of her home-dog family. If she is unleashed and is within running distance of another dog - they're basically prey for her. We have had to pay a vet bill of wounds she inflicted upon a dog that was five times her size. For Rosie, the bigger the dog, the more satisfaction she gets from the attack (I guess...) I hardly take her to the beach anymore, because my purpose for a walk at the beach is to claim some serenity and peace. Taking Rosie to the beach is very stressful. When she sees other dogs, she makes these strange crying type sounds and I am constantly restraining her with the leash. For now, we go on peaceful little walks around my neighborhood, down the street to the nearby junior college. There are some nice trails there. This is her in my front yard. I just know she is scanning for the presence of other dogs.

                                                                                

    This is my handsome grandpup, Zeus.  He is now 8 years old and lives with my son Daniel, in Marina, Ca. The big guy has multiple non-serious health issues; recurring ear infections, dermatitis, off and on gastric issues and he requires eye ointment now and then for eye irritations. His vet doctor is near us, so I shuttle him to and from his appointments while Daniel works.  Zeus is a Rottweiler Bullmastiff breed and the sweetest, most affectionate dog you have ever met (well,. that I've ever met). He is a joy to take to the beach. He's so friendly! The problem is, when we're walking the esplanade with him, other dog walkers take one look at Zeus and either pick up their little pooches or cross to the other side. Little do they know, Zeus just wants to walk up to their dog and say, "Hi, I'm Zeus. What's your name?" (with his little stub wagging) He's such a goober.

                                                                                    

    My next grandpup is named Kona. She is a husky and black lab mix. She belongs to my son Joey and they reside in Seaside, Ca. My son is a surfer, so Kona is a beach dog. She always goes with Joey to catch some waves. I went to watch Joey surf one day and I was amazed the way Kona watched Joey as he walked into the ocean with his surfboard. She didn't take her eyes off him the whole time. When he was done surfing and approaching the shore on his board, she knew. Keep in mind that all surfers look alike with a black wetsuit on, but she knew it was him and would meet him where the surf meets the sand. Kona has a great personality and always ready for another adventure. 

    When I think of dogs, I think of unconditional love. I think they enjoy giving love as much, or if not more than they do receiving it 🤎

                                             

                                           This blog is dedicated to our beloved Rocky

"Carianna"

                                                                                    

                                                 
                                          "A toast to Carianna and Aaron's new home"
  

    This lovely girl pictured above is Carianna. The young man next to her is my handsome son, Aaron. He is my first born. This story is not just about Carianna, who I have found to be a kind and authentic young woman, but it is about one of the hardest things that comes with parenting: letting go and hoping your adult children find true happiness with a forever partner. 

    Aaron and Carianna are not married and have been each other's person for a couple of years. This picture is the day Aaron bought his first home and together they share the responsibility as homeowners. Aaron graduated from the University of Nevada Reno and moved to Texas, seeking opportunities in the field of marketing. Not only did he find a job he loves, but he also fell in love with Austin, Texas and a girl named Carianna. Her family is from Corpus Cristi. I have met her mom and I can see where Carianna gets her warmth and genuineness. I Guess we're off to a very good familial start; although, there has been no talk of marriage. I am all for younger folk taking their time before making a lifelong commitment. My how times have changed! My wedding rehearsal dinner was the last night I lived with my parents. After my honeymoon, I lived in an upstairs, very small apartment with my new husband. Did I say very small apartment? 

    I am a native Californian, but I must say that I  love Austin, Texas too! My husband and I fly to Austin every couple of months to visit. Yes, Texas barbecue is the bomb and Austin downtown is vibrant. You can find live music on every street. The warm weather and humidity doesn't bother me a bit. It's a treat to go anywhere where I can enjoy outdoor dining in a tank top or sundress and be comfortable. 

     He and Carianna have a tight knit friend circle and seem to be enjoying life to its fullest. Aaron is on his own journey now. For a parent, there is no better feeling than knowing your adult son (or daughter) is  able to provide for himself and content. 

And the journey continues for us all.