happy humpday

“Success is more a function of

consistent common sense

than it is of genius.”
An Wang

One of Dad’s quotes...

“Common sense tells me it’s so! “

He always seemed to be a genius to me.

~ Arigato to cf & my s-i-l, jf, for having the

Thanksgiving Family invasion at their home.

After a big dose of creative planning,

the entire Family came together

at their lovely home on Thanksgiving.

Delicious pot luck contributions

and car pooling all blended happily.

I love Family celebrations.

~ The Family ended Thanksgiving

with a wild game of BLURT.

So much laughter & hilarious responses.

The game itself is excellent.

Players ranged from a zippy 7 year old

to Dr Uncle B [the brain researcher],

& everyone in between.

BLURT was uncomplicated,

but a bit challenging for all levels. Pure fun.

~ During the past year, I sadly anticipated that we’d hear about increases in domestic violence and violent crimes,

when the economy plunged in free fall mode.

Be extra aware & stay safe wherever you go.

If the bakayaros are

packin’ heat at a Toys R’Us,

then you can expect guns anywhere.

~ Cyber Monday! Good deals overflowing to the rest of the holiday shopping season. Great shopping opportunity - cozy slippers, with

a hot cuppa joe. Free shipping on top of discounts is the key.

~ Welcoming suggestions for Christmas day ~

breakfast, lunch, & dinner.

Snacks? Beverages? Dessert?

How healthy can we be?
Let us see…

~

~ All moons are named...

December, Cold Moon,

The cold of winter sets in.

~ as we all try to be eco-friendly...Oh, yes! the boyz do think green...

b.q.

growing up green

I can hear Dad’s voice every time

I discard something,
“IT’S PERFECTLY GOOD!”

We were raised living a life of recycling,

long before the ecology-conservation-green

idea was popular. Mom even

collected the white plastic strings that

were tied around the L.A. Times each

morning, & carefully crocheted cute purses.I remember my Grandma, Aunties, & Mom

braiding all their old nylon stockings,

& then stitching them together into

comfortable circular rugs. I still can’t

throw away any old tees that can be

cut into useful rags. C.F. walks her daughter

to & from school, even in the rain.

She frequently has neighbors remarking

about it; as if walking is the most unusual

form of transportation ever invented.

When Mom passed away, the one piece

of memory C.F. asked for, was to keep

her ‘Bachan’s jars, which were full of

assorted old buttons. Dad’s old work shop

is lined in old coffee cans & mason jars,

packed with old screws, washers,

and other odds & ends. We don’t dare

throw any of them away…

you’ll have a need for it,

as soon as it goes into the trash.

When we were young, an old orange tree

fell in the yard. Dad swiftly cut up the branches,

& built a magnificent tree house for us.

Even the ladder was made of sturdy limbs.

We spent hours with our friends

up in that tree house. I wish I had pictures

of that secret hideaway. To this day, my Dad’s

big compost pod stands weathered & splintered

in the back yard. My Brother lives in the

old Family Home now, & faithfully dumps

his organic scraps into the compost heap.

He also scatters his used coffee grounds

around the garden. Nothing seems to leave us

until it self destructs on its own.

So, for our Family, Green is just another name

for the way we’ve always lived.

Now the 4G ~ our 4th Generation of being Green.

b.q.