Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Monday in December Scenes from the Ranch
Actually, I don't know what his name is, I just know where he lives.
I guess in honor of Whitetail Deer Season and for want of any other reason to post a deer head on my blog, here he is.
Hal watches over me as I sleep.
He used to wear many ties, but now just leans against the wall.
Squeamish readers should be thrilled that I didn't post the actual movie footage I took of Hal. Didn't know the camera setting was awry. Trust me, the shuddering deer in the flickering light accompanied by the sound of breathing and the pitter patter of dog paws could've shown up in your nightmares.
The last gasp of fall foliage coated in winter's icy grasp.
And if you've followed my E-Bay comforter obsession you may recognize my prize. Yes, the set looks even better than I'd hoped on my very own bed.