somepinkflowers

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the oldest holding the newest
on a special day

open letter to santa and his plumber elves

Dear Santa,
Some times you crack me up over here with your sense of humor and spot~on timing...

Yes.
Life is grand!
And I DO like a happy surprise every now and then...

However.
Every single year, right before Christmas, you bring me a wee Unexpected Gift of  The Unrequested Nature...

In case you have forgotten...

Last year you brought me that Persistant Case of Poison Ivy a few days before Christmas which was quite a puzzle as I had not worked outside in my garden in weeks.

Even Dr. David was surprised.

"Sometimes the oil from the poison ivy plant can come inside on your dog's paw," the kind doctor explained.

I had not the heart to tell him we have no furry pet...

The year before that you brought me An Abscessed Tooth which later required a root canal and a crown of the sort not worn on one's head.

Dentist Bob seemed almost joyful.

"You should be happy this happened before Christmas as I always go skiing in Colorado for two weeks, leaving on the 24th, " the thoughtful doctor explained.

"We can drill this out before I leave," he went on enthusiastically.

"Yippeee!" I distinctly remember saying in my head, as my mouth was filled completely with dental detritus.

"Yippeee!"

To put it all in perspective, Santa, I guess I really should be happy that this year you brought me Water Pipe Difficulties.

At least I am not in any physical pain except for the checking*writing kind...

BTW,  not to be picky or anything, but the plumber from Monday was not very friendly. Also, he smashed my arugula whilst digging his plumbing hole.

I cannot remember his name but the one here today is quite nice actually.

Up until this week I had never stood in my bathroom with a Polish guy named Les so this has been a new experience for me.

Most likely for him, too.

"Are the Christmas pompoms in your way?" I asked pleasantly, moving the red yarn banner casually to one side as we enter the bathroom.

"The what?" Les replied, appearing somewhat stymied.

I did not know the Polish word for pompoms.

As I'm writing this to you now, Les is singing Polish Christmas carols in my upstairs bathroom whilst the toilet rests gently sideways on the floor.

I am not complaining one little bit, Santa.
"Thank goodness for plumbers!" I have always said...

Soon, very soon, I hope, my bathroom will be lovely and functioning. The sink will have shining new fixtures. The toilet will be newly refurbished.

Just in time for the holidays! That will be an unexpected treat! Life is good!

Plus, when all is said and done plumbing~wise, I may have scored enough American Express Rewards Points for a free airplane ride in 2012.

Who can say the reason for some things?

Merry Christmas, Santa!
I am over here hoping for only good things in your future!
I am wish you no abscessed teeth, no poison ivy, no water pipe difficulties, no smashed arugula!

Seriously...

Next year I am hoping for a new beach~bike.
Just so you will know...

Fondly {{ and with Extreme Gratitude
for Doctors, Dentists & Plumbers Everywhere
this Holiday Season}},
somepinkflowers

haiku my heart and moose wanders by

Christmas Crafting here!
reds, greens, yarn, fabric...waiting...
{{  jOy in construction }}

~~~for more delicious haiku my heart
with
recuerda mi corazon,
please do pop in here~~~ 

full*moon~itis

Does this ever happen to you?

You are sleeping away just fine having The Best Travel Dreams Ever and then, suddenly, without any warning what-s0-ever------>You wake up wide~eyed, sit~plum~straight~up~in~bed awake?

With me it can mean only one thing---->
The full moon is out there in the dark sky messing with my circadian rhythms.

I reached over to check the time, to see if I should just go ahead and get on up, and then I knocked my sweet little alarm off its home base and it takes a tumble...

Sweet little alarm falls onto the rather large & cumbersome stack of books which I keep beside my bed for emergency night-time reading. This opens up the back and the wee battery rolls  W A Y  under my bed.

I don't care how old I get I am NeVeR going to reach under my bed in the dark of night.

If I turn the light on now I know I will never get back to sleep...

Finally, finally the sun creeps on up and here I am.
Worn out. From doing nothing. I could have been reading.

I could have been playing Angry Birds or Words With Friends.

How long have I been awake?
Why, I have no idea.
I am completely thrown into a time~warp loop!

That moon!

 

haiku my heart loves a virgin a day, part 2

plastic flower love,
behind rusted window bars,
Your peace still shines on...

over here we honor the madonna--
as an offering of beauty & light--
during the first 12 days of december.

i hope you have a moment to visit a few...

a virgin a day and johnny depp

I watched this movie for the 3rd time this week-end.

Not because it is my favorite movie but because I had the DVD checked out from the library when I sprained my toe at a Christmas party last week-end but that is another story.

Whilst I sat with toe propped high and packed with a small, unopened bag of frozen baby English peas I needed comic relief of the Johnny Depp kind.

Could he BE any cuter running around the red-tiled roof tops of Venice wearing blue-striped pajamas? I think not.

Anyhoo, Angelina Jolie aside, the most glam star of the movie is clearly Venice.

I love Venice.
Who does not love Venice?
To love Venice is to love life in all its aging-and-no-one-is-getting-any-younger-over-here glory.

Nothing decays quite as well as watery Venice.

Standing proudly over the city is the watchful dome eye of the Basilica di Santa Maria della Salut, built to honor St. Mary the Saint of Health and Salvation. Perched over the entryway arch is Mother Mary, as seen in my photo above. 

It is here where I spent my coins lighting candles and making deals with God for the Good Health of all those I love.

I bet you do the same thing, somewhere...

BTW, no one I love has yet come down with a case of the plague.

If you go here you will see more Madonnas housed inside the Basilica. They will take away your breath and then give it back to you refreshed.

I would never lie to you.
Well, I would never lie to you about Mother Mary.

~~~~~~~

Meanwhile over here we honor The Madonna--
as an offering of beauty & light--
during the first 12 days of December.

I hope you have a moment to visit a few...

haiku my heart loves a virgin a day

mother mary knows,
in rome i turn catholic...
{{ we laugh about it }}

over here we honor the madonna--
as an offering of beauty & light--
during the first 12 days of december.

i hope you have a moment to visit a few...